Willry/Helliam stuff- help

The Spark

(So this is based off of the main AU of mine when Henry and William were like- kids, but if they had met as children instead of university/college. Anyways- hope y'all enjoy- Oh....and blood-...and sadness...because that's always some random theme in these.)
(Also a TW: this story also contains conversations of SA/child abuse. Please...please please please. If you are sensitive to this kind of topic either proceed with caution or you can skip this mini story.)

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         The young boy raced as fast as he could after what he had done. Blood stained his clothes and hands; Tears poured down his face along with sweat. Running and running and running is all he could do to get away from what had happened even when he knew that wouldn't fix anything.

BANG BANG

"Hold on- just a moment-"

BANG BANG BANG

A smaller teen got up from his chair to inspect the impatient banging on the door. He opened it to see his dear friend drenched in a plethora amount of blood. Before he could even get a word out he was immediately introduced into a embracing and tight hug.
"William- what on earth happened to you!?" The smaller boy sounded frightened at the sight of the dark red liquid smeared on his beloved. "Henry - I fucked up so badly, Ifucked up, I fucked up!" The Brit whined, tears pouring down his face as he stood in the cold, being drenched by the rain.

"Come inside, I'll take you to the bathroom."

The young boys entered the wash room in a rush and panic. The Brit sat down against the bathtub, rambling and hyperventilating.
"William, it's okay- take a breather, I'm here" the younger one said trying to wash off the blood on the Brit's face. The oldest still could only sob at what he had done. Whatever this action was, it was painful. It was traumatic, it was horrid. The smaller boy washed off the blood on his partner's face and hands trying to comfort the young Brit.

"William, what happened?" The American asked calmly trying to keep his own composure at the sight.

"I killed her. I snapped...I finally snapped...I killed her, Henry. I murdered my mother." The Brit continued to weep as he spoke. He hid his face in hands feeling shame overtake his fragile body. The younger boy's face went pale. He felt his heart rate kick up a notch and could only look at his dearest in agony. His own heart began to ache and hurt like William's.

"...where's your baby brother?" The smaller boy asked.

"He's stillinthe house...I left him - I thought for a moment I was about to kill my baby brother..." the Brit whimpered, still hiding his face in extraordinary amount of self loathing. The youngest sighed heavily and rubbed William's back. "Henry, I'm too scared to go back and get him, I'm too scared I'll hurt him. I don't want to hurthim please keep him far from me!" The Brit practically screamed those words, continuously sobbing.

"..what about your father? Is he..." Henry felt his blood run cold. Having that thought of a man who was polite to him being slaughtered startled him. Thinking of Will's parents being dead with a baby practically still in the house with the two bodies.

"He's locked in the closet, I didn't want tostab him so I shoved him into my closet in my bedroom...I'm mortified, Henry, I can't go back there or I'll kill them both, something is wrong with me!" the Brit said beginning to hyperventilate again.

"We have to call your older brother and the police. We could say it was self defense-"

"NO..NO DO NOT CALL THE POLICE" William's heart raced feeling more guilt and sadness flow through him. His hands began to shake as he pulled at the blood-soaked shirt he was still wearing. "Pleasedon't call the police...please- I can't handle it, my heart hurts too much..." He looked at the floor, hunched over the bathtub where he still sat.

"Well we need to get your brother and father out of that house, we could say it was self defense and we can bring Vince to Jenny since she's at a friend's house-"

"Theywon'tbelieveme" The Brit said incoherently. "They're going to think I raped my own mother and killed her so she wouldn't get away becauseshe'shalfnakedaftersheassaultedme- they're not going to believe me, Henry."

The younger boy paused. He too looked at the floor for a moment, wanting all of this to be just some practical joke, some kind of nightmare. He knew Will's mother was aggressive and violent but because they were so young he didn't understand what it truly was. He didn't understand that it wasn't normal for a mother to touch her son like that. He didn't understand that any parent or any other adult wasn't supposed to touch a child like that. Society always said adults were the ones to trust, apparently that was a lie too?

Henry took William's hand and looked back at the pained soul. "I'll go get Vince..And call your brother. I'll help you leave town. I'll help you get away. It's against my morals....but she hurt you, it was self defense."

"O...okay" the Brit replied with unease and pain. He took a glimpse into Henry's eyes for a quick moment before Henry turning away and moved his hands from his. William watched the younger boy get up and start heading out to the massacre of a scene. "I'll be right back...I have clean clothes in my room that you can borrow. The body soap is underneath the sink and the clean towels are also underneath there. I promise I'll be back soon as possible okay?" Henry said trying to be reassuring and kissed William's forehead  before quickly returning back to the direction he was heading.

"O..okay..." the Brit started to catch his breath feeling safe in the presence of the American. He didn't want Henry to leave but who else was going to get that poor child out of that home?

I just have to be patient William thought to himself. Though now that Henry was gone he felt like he was being watched. Like she was watching him from the underworld. Stuck in limbo to put all of that pain back onto him. William tried to shrug it off by taking a warm bath to wash off the blood that remained on his body. After drying, he took the bloody clothes and chose to burn them in the fire place to get rid of them. Went to Henry's room to put on the clean clothes like Henry had mentioned but still, it felt like she was still watching him.

Henry please be fast is all that William could think feeling cornered again.