sparks | henry creel

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Lucas POV
FIVE HOURS AGO

I immediately grab her shoulders as she passes out. "What the fuck was in that weed?!" I shout, looking over to Jason who is leaning against the TV stand with no TV.

He shrugs. "I dunno. She's a newbie, Sinclair. Chances are she just doesn't take weed well."

My hands ball into fists, turning around. "I swear to God if I find out you're lying-"

I spoke to soon because I get knocked to the ground with one powerful fist to my face.

I wake up twenty minutes later, and Heather is no where to be seen.

It took a lot of begging to get Hopper not to drive me to the hospital to get a rape test done. I told him there was no way I could've been raped because I would hurt down there. I felt like a toddler saying that out loud. He insisted on taking me to the hospital in the morning. And talking to my grandma about everything. Including the other night in the parking lot.

Granny's going to go ape shit.

I unlock the door, walking inside. It's too quiet here. Is Henry even here? If he is, wouldn't he be down here waiting for me? Or am I just conceited and think everyone cares for me, when they don't? Man, that weed didn't do shit. Was it even weed?

I lock the door behind me, dropping my backpack on the counter. Hopper and I went back to Benny's old place. He's going to get a warrant tomorrow to go through everything.

I walk up the stairs, and see my door is shut, meaning chances are he's home. I open the door slowly, hoping not to wake him if he is home. Sure enough, he's awake, and sitting on my bed, looking out the window. He turns to see me "What the fuck happened to you?" He whisper-yells, standing up. There's no reason to lie at this point..
"I went to Lucas and his friends place to try weed because I'm stupid and wanted and though it would be a good idea to get my mind off of that stupid van. Jason drugged me and I'm pretty sure something happened to Lucas. I'm not sure. But I got took to this place in the woods and they... They..." I can't even finish the last words. I feel like I'm in a play, like I'm being overdramatic. But I can't. I can't say the words - sexually assaulted. "They what?" I can tell he is trying to be calm. So he does care for me.

"They tied me up and felt me... I couldn't even scream because I had tape over my mouth." I say in between tears. "I'm going to kill them."

People don't actually mean that when they say it. But I wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't the case here. He can't control his anger, and can't control himself in general. So I wouldn't put it past him to kill someone. He suddenly makes a move, bolting over to the window. "HENRY!" I whisper-yell, trying not to be loud because Grandma is sleeping right next door to me. "what?" He asks, turning back towards me. "They're all in jail for the night. They can't get out. Meaning you can't get in. Please, stay here," I cry out, as tears fall down my face. He shuts his eyes slowly as he wraps his arms around me. I squeeze him so close to me, I'm shocked I don't hear him gasping for air. "I'm sorry, Heather." He sighs as I get tears all over his hoodie - my hoodie, actually.

"Heather, why did you think smoking weed would change anything?" He asks, his arms still wrapped around me, tightly, so I can't let go. "I don't know, I heard it's supposed to calm you down," I stutter with my words. I know he wants to lecture me about how me hearing something is different then something bring true. "I wish this was all a dream, and that I would wake up already." I slowly began to let go. "Here," he pulls me over to the bed. He pulls the sheets down, and I get under the sheets, and he pulls the covers over my body. "I got you, you're safe here." He sits down next to me, leaning down and kissing my forehead. "You need to get some sleep." He gives me a weak smile, and then running his hand down my face, wiping the tears away. "You're safe here."