Liam knocked on Hannah’s door at six. She had been unsure of what to wear and was still doing her makeup as her dad showed Liam upstairs. It made her uncomfortable as she listened to the awkward silence as the two made it to her bedroom. Liam had been here several times before so she didn’t see the need for her dad to lead the way.
But her father was going through a tough time. She had heard her mother and him talking in their bedroom. She had suspected all along that her mum was seeing someone. She was much happier now and Hannah often heard her humming as she cleaned the house each weekend. She had been shocked to hear what her father had said; “if you go with him you can never see the kids again.” Hannah wanted to feel happy for her mum, she was living life again, but the prospect of losing her children or her happiness made Hannah upset.
I will talk to dad later this week and make him see that what he is doing is wrong. She thought to herself.
There was a short knock on the door followed by the voice of her father.
“Hannah? Are you decent? Liam’s here.”
Hannah applied the last bit of blusher, put on some lip gloss and replied, “Yes, you can come in.”
The door opened slowly and Liam slid through the small gap that her dad would allow. It closed quickly and Hannah heard footsteps running down the stairs. She paused before turning to Liam.
“How do I look?” He smiled and reached out to take her hands.
“Like a blossoming flower.” She giggled. “But, you do know we’re only going out for a meal?”
“I wasn’t sure if it was too much or not. I can change if you want.” Hannah turned to look at herself in the mirror. The dress she had chosen was sea green in colour, to match her eyes. It was plain with an embroided rim around the neck and hem. She had put her hair up, allowing the front few pieces to hang free. Her shoes were flat and plain.
“No. Don’t change. You look perfected.”
Hannah looked back at Liam. He wasn’t looking at her clothes. He was gazing at her face. She blushed slightly.
“Shall we go?” She took his hand and led him out of the room. At the bottom of the stairs she turned to look for her dad in the kitchen. He was sat by the fire place, his hands in his head.
“We’re going now dad. I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good time with the guys.” He looked up and nodded.
“You look great Hannah. Have a good time.” He was trying to sound happy. Time out tonight might make him feel better. She thought.