sparks | henry creel

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Somehow I ended up more angry then I originally was.

"What, do you think you can just... Kiss me and think it'll make things better?!" I push away from him.

Your lying. You liked it.

"I... I'm so mad at you!" I push him in his chest again.

The in-between of your legs say something different.

"Heather." Is all he says, still looking at me. "God, fuck you, Henry! Did you not think I had control of the situation? What were you even doing here? Stalking me and my friends? God, I fucking hate you!"

My brain, or is it my heart? Says something different as I lean in and kiss him once more. "No, fuck you!" I push backwards, shaking my head. He has a small smirk on his face. "Stop smirking." I cross my arms. He smiles sweetly. "You know, you could've just told me thank you, instead of kissing me, when 'you hate me'. He quotes me.

We were about to share another kiss before I heard multiple cops from the parking lot yelling my name. I widen my eyes. "Go home. I'll meet you there." I grab his shoulders, pushing him away from the entrance of the woods.  I turn around, straightening up. I fix my hair to make sure there's no leaves in it.

I turn around, hoping to blend into the crowd that is now staring at the dead body on the ground.

The cops go ahead and let me go for the night. Hopper had been able to get security camera footage of the whole (almost) assault happening and showing me being terrified and how there's no way in hell I did that.

That I committed murder.

Jesus, when I go back to school on Monday there are going to be a ton of rumours. Some I don't know if I'm ready for.

Hopper drove me home.

I didn't know if I should tell him about Henry. I mean, I know I can trust him, because he knows no one will believe him if he tells someone a sixteen year old is a... What even is the word for it? Demon? Monster? Killer? Killer is a underestimate. Killers kill using guns, or knives, or even their own hands. He used his mind.

He did it to protect me, though. Even though I didn't need protection. I could've just walked away after kneeing him in the balls.

I decided on not telling Hopper about Henry. He drops me off at around eleven pm. So, I'm pretty tired, though I know if I fall asleep I'm sure I'll have nightmares about what all happened tonight.

I thank Hop and unlock the door, walking inside. I sigh, locking the door behind me. I turn on the lights, and see Henry on the couch, watching TV. I jump a little. "On edge?" He asks, and I nod, setting the leftovers on the counter. "I'm sure the chicken nuggets aren't heated anymore, you can microwave them if you want." I say, dropping onto the couch he is sitting on.

"I'm sorry for everything," he says quietly. "Hey," I look over to him, placing my hand on his knee. I'm new to all of this comforting shit.

"I'm sorry for kissing you, I'm sorry for killing that guy, I'm sorry for kissing you again." He continues looking forward.

"Hey," I chuckle, turning his head towards mine, my hands behind his head. "Remember I kissed you back? Remember I kissed you again almost right after? I know you were only trying to help, which is why you killed that guy."

I love how we're talking about him killing someone as if it's so normal.

"I saw the way you looked at me, Heather. You looked at me as if I was the devil. You looked at me the way I looked at Brenner my last few years in that hellhole." He winces, trying to look back at the TV but I don't let him.

"I looked at you like that because I saw in your eyes that that wasn't your first time... Killing someone." I say, strengthening my grasp on his neck.

"I've never killed someone on purpose. It's always to help someone, or when I think I'm helping someone. He looks down."

"I know, I know. It's just.... I can defend myself, yeah? You saw me knee him down there. I could've gone back inside and got someone to call the cops because I got assaulted. Not because a murder happened in the parking lot."

He nods, and I lean in and kiss him on the cheek. "I'm going to go ahead and go up to bed. Goodnight, Henry."
"Goodnight, Heather."

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Hey everyone, shorter chapters, I know ;( but I decided since I'm posting 3-4 times a day I have the right to have short chapters. I actually have been debating on whether I want there to be two separate books for "Sparks", but decided I'll just have everything happen in a long ass book, like 40-50 chapters. Unless you guys want there to be two different books. I don't know. You guys let me know. And thank you all for the reads and votes, it truly does mean a lot. ❤️