Perfect Storm

Chapter 3

We all turned back to see Marianne, her ashen blonde hair was messy from the wind. She had wrapped her baby blue coat tight around her as she was waiting for an answer.

"We're not entirely sure" Freya shot up in defence.

"Then why are you making these allegations in the first place?" Her piercing gaze sent chills down everyone's spines.

"It's about something Henry had told Mia a while ago." Freya touched Marianne's shoulder gently as she led her inside. Demeter followed. "Henry was always really uncomfortable with Lucy's presence on set, and Lucy would always act out when she would see him and Mia together. She would throw some kind of jealousy fit. Mia did ask him why he let her be there, and he just said that she's holding something against him." Freya continued.

"Then why hasn't he said anything to me all this time?" Marianne asked confused and hurt as she sat down on one of the blue chairs.

"Maybe he doesn't want to worry you, maybe he wants to deal with it his own way." The blonde comforted her.

"I need to talk to him!" The ashen haired woman shot up in urgency.

Freya was quick enough to make her sit back down. "He's got lots on his plate right now, I don't think he can worry about Lucy as well." Anya walked up to them with worry written all over her face. "Plus we don't have any actual evidence yet." Freya quickly finished as she got up to talk to the worried Anya.

"Come with me." Anya whispered as she grabbed Freya's wrist. She made sure that Marianne wasn't following them, but little did they know that I was right behind them.

"Where are we going?" Freya tried to ask as Anya's pace was speeding and now the blonde had to jog behind her.

Anya came to a sudden halt, she turned around to face Freya with fear written in her eyes. She squeezed the blonde's shoulders as she gazed deep into her eyes. "We gotta do something about Henry before Marianne sees him"

"What do you mean?" Freya's blonde eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Just keep silent and follow me okay?" Anya continued, and the blonde listened to her command as she slightly nodded before walking behind her. Making sure she didn't make a sound, Anya opened some heavy blue doors which led to a staircase. They both walked the three floors silently before coming to another set of doors, this time though they were thinner and made of glass. They led to the hospital's dull concrete balcony, with just some glass fencing. At the edge of the balcony, a tall, manly figure was standing. From the one hand, it looked like he was holding a cigarette, while on the other seemed to be a bottle. I still couldn't realise who this figure belonged to as the way the sun was shining on them made it impossible. Freya and Anya slowly approached the man, and I slowly started connecting the dots.

The tallness, the dark brown curly hair, the muscly back, that amazing ass. I couldn't be mistaken.

That's Henry.

I thought he stopped smoking years ago, why would he pick it up again?

"Henry?" Anya softly tried to get his attention.

Henry either didn't hear her or didn't care. He took a long drag of his cigarette and then puffed the rest of the smoke into the breeze. The two women looked at each other with sorrow in their eyes.

"Henners?" Freya now in turn asked him softly, but this time a little louder than Anya had. He again showed no sign that he heard her. The blonde approached him slowly and then gently put her hand on his shoulder back. The only sign that he knew they were there was a soft hum that escaped his lips.

Freya got in front of him, but every time she would try to look at him he would glance away, never meeting eye to eye. Both women started to get very frustrated with him.

Until finally Anya had enough.

Until now she was standing behind Henry, but with a quick pace, she got next to Freya, slightly pushing her to the side.

"Stop acting like a toddler!" Freya snapped at him, taking his sunglasses off.

I was still behind him, I didn't know he was wearing sunglasses. So I decided to join the two girls.

Now I could finally see him. He was still turned away, not wanting to face either of them. But Anya had none of it, she forcefully made him look at them. His jaw clenched and shut his eyes. Under his left eye, a bruise had formed and his lower lip was cut.

What did you do?

"Stop acting like your nephew and look at me!" Anya's voice was stern but compassionate at the same time. I never understood how she managed that. Henry slowly opened his eyes and faced her, but not once looking her in the eye. He tried to look everywhere else, the sky, the floor, the bottle, but not her. But I could see through his bloodshot eyes.

"What happened to your face?" Anya asked, a bit more gentle this time.

"I was at the pub." Henry quickly replied while looking at the bottle in his hand.

The pub? And he's hurt? Did he get into a fight? That's not like him. What has happened?

"Who started it?" Freya asked concerned, like she was reading my thoughts.

That's when Henry finally looked Freya in the eye. "He did." He almost growled.

"And you had to start a fucking fight?" Anya's parental side showed once again.

"You have no fucking idea what he said!" Henry's eyes darkened, I had never seen him this angry before.

"What did he say then?" Anya folded her arms like a mother scolding her child. She didn't let Henry's mood change affect her, and if it did she was damn good at hiding it.

Henry started pacing back and forth, with the bottle still in his hand as he was taking few short drags of his cigarette. "I was just in the pub, minding my own business when this guy came up. He recognised me so I thought he might be a fan, I put my fake smile on and greeted him. But instead, he asked me about Mia. He was like oh it's you that had the hot red-head at the Witcher premier right?" Henry was altering his voice to sound like that person, almost like making fun of him. He would never make fun of people so what made him talk this way about him?

"I said yes but left it at that." Henry continued. "But then he said how he knew her and she was such a bitch and a slut who uses people for her own benefit. How she makes someone fall in love with her, and as soon as she's got them wrapped around her finger she snaps them in half. How she is a terrible person and how she doesn't deserve happiness." Henry was getting hot with anger. "But you know what was my tipping point?" He asked but didn't wait for an answer. "He said that she fucks her way to the top and no one would care if she died. And he was laughing while saying all these things. FUCKING LAUGHING!"

Anya's brows furrowed in anger but she managed to keep her calm. "Did this guy have a name?" She asked as she crossed her arms around her middle.

"Josh I think" Henry was a bit calmer now but you could still feel the anger in his voice.

Josh?

Josh-As-In-Like-My-Abusive-Ex-Josh?

OHTHISMOTHERFUCKER!

"Josh? Who's that? An ex or something?" Freya looked both Henry and Anya confused. But Anya shrugged her shoulders, not knowing either.

"She has told me about some exes, but she never gave me any names so I don't know." Henry took one last drag of his cigarette and threw it off the roof they were standing at. He put his sunglasses back on and headed downstairs. The women quickly followed him.

Just before he opened the doors that led into the hospital he gulped the remaining of his beer and muttered "let's check up on Mia".

*A/N I'm so sorry it took so long, I've been having the worst couple of months, to the point where I quit my job, I got hospitalised and other stuffs that are very dark and gloomy. I won't tell you what they are, but they will be mentioned during this story, so I wanna see if you pick any of them up. Thank you for all your patience and love you all