sparks | henry creel

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Henry's POV
(Yes I know this song is wayyy after the eighties but still enjoy it and believe it goes with this chapt.)

I lay on the hardwood floor, my body still flowing with anger. I wish I could do more. But I promised her I wouldn't leave this house until morning, which is actually soon. And I've yet to fall asleep.

"Henry?" She murmurs quietly. She sounds hesitant, as if not knowing if I'm still awake or not. "Yeah?" I ask, sitting up, looking at her. "Can you hold me?" She asks. "Nevermind." She says after a minute. Shit. "Yeah, of course, hold on." I stand up, stumbling over to the bed in the complete darkness. I find her bed, and turn on the lamp for a quick second and pull the sheets down, and the comforter, "climbing" inside with her. I've never... Held, someone before, so I don't know how I'm going to do this. I get comfortable and turn the lamp off, and wrap my arms around her, the blanket separating us. I very awkwardly begin running my hand through her hair, and she sniffles once. "Thank you," she whispers.

I woke up at six. I very slowly climb out of bed, hoping she wouldn't wake up with me, because she doesn't need to. She needs to rest, because she told me she's going to the hospital today to get some kind of test done. Every morning around this time I hear her grandma leave the house to go on a walk. So, once I hear the door shut, I go outside of the bedroom, walking downstairs. I grab a granola bar from the pantry, tip toeing back upstairs. I go back inside the bedroom and see she's still fast asleep under the covers. I sit down at her desk, doing a little homework and eating the granola bar, hoping to pass time. Eventually she wakes up though. "What... What time is it?" She mumbles. I turn around and she's sitting up, rubbing her eyes. "It's seven ten." I respond. "What?" She looks over at her alarm. "Shit! Why'd you let me sleep in, Henry!" She groans, standing up, fast enough that I wouldn't be surprised if she fell back down.

"I assumed you wouldn't want to go to school today-"

"What, because I got sexually assaulted? I need to try to forget that ever happened. I can't stay in side of my bedroom all day. I have to move on with life." She walks over to her dresser - our dresser - and pulls it open.

"I'm sorry." She sighs, looking back over at me. "Hey, it's okay." I give her a small smile. "No, it's not. That was really shitty of me. I just don't want to be remembered as someone who gave up when she didn't need too."

I've read about this before. It sounds like she's in the denial stage. She's making her trauma out to be less then what happened to her. Isn't that denial?

"Plus, I have to get out of bed, anyways. I have to go to the hospital. I'll be late to school." She walks over to her telephone sitting on her side-table. She calls Hopper, letting him know she's awake.

I realize I have a bus to catch, so I give her a kiss on the forehead before I climb out of the window. Five minutes before the bus arrived, Dustin came. "Hey, where's Heather?" He asks.

I end up telling him everything. Heather didn't tell me not too, and I don't want her friends - my friends - to not know when something important happens to her.

Dustin looked to be just as mad as I was last night, except for he didn't mean it when he said "I'm going to kill Jason!" He slams his fist into a nearby pole, regretting it immediately afterwards. "Sheriff Hopper is taking her to the hospital before school."

"Wait, do you mean she's still going to school, even after what happened?" He raises an eyebrow, shocked. "Yes." I look down. "She's strong, she told me she still needs to move on with life, even after.. what happened." I respond rather coldly, knowing I can't get angry, not right now, atleast.
"That explains why Lucas never answered me last night when I called him three times. You know he didn't do anything, right?" Dustin asks. "I don't know any of you enough to know whether or not you're capable of doing that." Is all I say.

Dustin ended up telling everyone what happened at breakfast so I didn't have too. Lucas was the last to show up. "Where is Heather?" He asks, and it was my turn to talk. "What the fuck happened?" I stand up, pushing the seat back.

"Jason knocked me out cold after Heather passed out. I asked him what was in the weed. Now where's Heather?"

I believe him. He wasn't wearing his jersey. Actually, no one on the basketball team was here. They must all be in jail still, like Heather said. "She's getting a test done."

Everyone exchange looks with eachother, so they know something I don't. "What?" I ask, looking at everyone. "It's a rape test, most likely." Max is the first to speak. "I can get Steve to pick her up, his shift at Family Video doesn't start until noon." Robin grabs her walki-talki from her pocket.