sparks | henry creel

023

TW: ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT

I woke up in the back of Jason's car. "Huh?" I ask, having little no energy as I sit up, slowly. "Hey." Jason smiles, looking back down to me. "What- what happened?" I ask. "You smoked a little too much weed back there." He chuckles. "Where's... Where's Lucas?" I ask. "Hey, calm down," he continues driving. "Where.. where are you taking me?" I realize it's dark outside. I must've been passed out for hours. "Where's Lucas?" I ask once he ignores the question. "Jason, tell me where the hell Lucas is!" I raise my voice. "He's back at Bennys, okay? Take a chill pill."

"Lucas wouldn't leave me alone while high. Pull over and let me out." I begin to feel freaked out, wanting to open the door but also not hit the pavement at the same time. "I think you need to consider who you're trusting, princess."

I feel like gagging when I hear those words. Who in the hell does he think he is? "Jason, pull over." I wince In pain. What in the hell was in that weed?

I notice a familar building coming up in the distance. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I recognize this building. Chrissy showed me a picture of it before. Apparently every guy in sports comes here with their girlfriends. Or any girl for that matter. God knows what they do.

I feel my eyes fill with water. No. This can't be happening. Where the fuck is Lucas.

"Hey, hey, it's okay!" He looks behind me with a assuring smile that makes me want to throw up even more. My heart began to race as I feel all the energy in me slowly build up. This can't be happening.

This better be a nightmare, and I'm not actually conscious. And I'll wake back up on that nasty, old couch in Benny's place, with Lucas next to me.

But it isn't.

And I knew it the second that building came into view.

Soon enough I can't control the tears. We pull up next to the tiny brick building that isn't that far in the woods, and there's houses all along nearby. I cry as the car comes to a stop. The light comes on as the door opens and shuts, and then Jason comes over to my door, grabbing me and pulling me out of the car. "Please, don't do this," I shout, although I know it won't do much. This may not be the only house in the woods, but judging by all the stars in the sky, the sun set long ago. "Let me go and I won't tell anyone," I beg, fighting against his grasp, but it not doing much. He's on the damn basketball and football team for crying out loud.

He takes me inside of the building, where a bunch of boys in jerseys are sitting. I cry even louder as I realize how many there are. I see a bunch of polaroids on the walls of girls in bikinis, girls topless, and girls completely naked. All look unconscious. I then bottle up all the rage I feel and start screaming.

"HELP ME!" I scream at the top of my longues, kicking nearby bottle cans and glass, causing a loud crash. "HELP ME SOMEONE!" I scream even louder then the first scream, and I try to continue fighting, but I can't do much because soon after I'm being blind folded. "HELP!" I scream, feeling my voice get sore, but continue trying to put up a fight. Then, soon, I'm being ridded of my voice, as someone puts tape over my mouth as I hear a couple boys chuckle. They eventually tie my legs and arms together.

The thing is, technically they're men, but if they're this down low they have to fucking rape a girl to get laid, they're pathetic boys.

I can't even cry, because my eyes don't have enough room to even move. I can't do anything. I then feel moved to what feels like a couch, and I wish I was still unconscious, so I wouldn't feel anything of what I know is about to happen to me. I then feel one boy rub his hands up my arm, and then lower it down to my waist. I feel another set of hands feel me up there. And I can't do anything.

Before anyone could do anything else, I hear a glass shatter, and a door open. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" I hear a familar man shout, and what sounds like a shotgun go off. "WHAT, DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST GO AROUND LIKE LITTLE PUSSIES, TIEING UP GIRLS AND SHARING THEM LIKE FOOD? GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER, JESUS!" the man's voice gets closer, and I hear a bunch of footsteps recede, running away.

I feel the blindfold being ripped off of me and realize it's Murray.

Along with Joyce, Wills mom, who's now In California, and Hopper, Murray is the only other adult who we trust with information about the upside down, and the evil Russians, probably because he believed us before we even believed ourselves. His eyes were filled with anger, but softened as he realized it was me. "Oh Christ, Heather-" he begins untying me and taking the tape off of my mouth. I instantly wrap my arms around his body and he pulls me closer to him, holding me tightly. "I have you, you're safe now." His voice also softens. "They... They were going to..." My voice breaks, ending up in a full on sob session. "I know, I know." He continues
Hugging me. "I called the cops. Hop should be here soon." He lets go of me. "I'm so sorry." He looks at me, kicking glass on the floor, getting angry again. Sure enough, I hear one siren pull up, and sure enough it's Hopper. "What in the gods name happened here, Murray?!" He shouts, walking inside. He looks over and sees me."Hop, these boys were here. They tried to..." Murray doesn't finish the sentence, I guess hoping Hopper would catch on. And he does. Hopper then grabs his walki talki from his pocket.
"I want every goddamn deputy and officer at the edge of this forest. Whether or not you're not on shift you come down to the forest surrounding Lovers lake."

Lovers lake. Of course. Murray lives here.

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I've been trying to come up with ways to bring Heather and Henry close, and this plot was one of them. I pretty much teared up the entire time writing this. You guys may hate me now but think of all the upcoming Henry chaptersss?