Affable Adalie [HORRID HENRY FANFIC]

Why Can't Life Be Fair For Once?

"...What...?" Henry's voice was just above a whisper.
"She told me during breakfast. She was going to tell both of us when you came home, but she wasn't sure when that would be and couldn't stand waiting on you." Peter looked down at Henry's trembling hands.
It was clear to Henry that Peter was still trying, and probably failing, to process the news himself. As much as Henry was on the verge of losing his shit on his parents and the entire universe in general, Peter took precedence over taking his dumb teenage angst out on the world.
Henry sighed tensely before holding his arms out to Peter, "Get over here, worm." Peter was swift to take Henry's invitation for an embrace. Both of them sunk to their knees.
"god, my head hurts because this entire situation...!" Peter groaned quietly into Henry's black and purple faux leather jacket, his grip tensed around the rough material. Henry shushed him quietly, gently tugging on Peter's golden curls in hopes of soothing Peter's headache (Lightly tugging on my hair helps with my headaches unless it's a migraine-). He soon felt the tension in Peter's body relax, an indication that Henry's efforts might have worked.
"I know." Henry murmured with a frown.

"What the hell are we going to do, Henry? Mum and dad are in no position to have another kid if they're this good at continuously screwing up when it comes to us."
"I don't know yet, worm." Henry sighed, hugging Peter a bit tighter, "But you know me...I'm Henry Brenner. I always come up with something, so don't worry your pretty little curly, wormy head too much about it." He ruffled Peter's hair teasingly.
"Says the raggedy mutt that has never seen a hairbrush in his entire life." Peter teased back as he smiled softly.
"Hey...! This matted bird's nest is ✨flawless✨." Henry exclaimed in feigned offence as he did a hair flip to prove his point; though, his finger got caught in a knot mid- hair flip, "Ah- fuck-!"
Peter giggled quietly. Henry rolled his heterochromatic eyes, but smiled fondly regardless. It was nice to hear Peter laugh like that, it helped ease Henry's brotherly worries. Well...some of them.

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"Peter! Time for gardening!" The two brothers heard Francesca call in a sing-song voice from downstairs.
"Uuuugh...! Dammit, mum..." Peter grumbled, his briefly brightened mood ruined by a crushing weight known as "responsibility" (more like "unrealistic expectations") that he had grown to hate.
"I'll check in on you tonight, okay worm?" Henry reassured. Peter turned to Henry before glancing down, unable to bear looking into Henry's mismatched orbs for much longer. Peter hated seeing the blatant concern in Henry's eyes. Especially since Henry has already had enough on his plate being the family's scapegoat and being treated as such. He shouldn't feel the need to shoulder the fact that his little brother was unable to mentally handle his familial responsibilities.
Maybe I just need to learn how to hide it better. Then maybe he won't waste more of his breath than he already has worrying about me and he could focus more on staying as far under our parents' radar as he possibly can. Besides, if I could suck it up and handle my duties and responsibilities back then, then I should certainly be perfectly able to suck it up and handle them now. Yeah...

I just need to do better. Be better. Be perfect.

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Henry watched worriedly as Peter walked out of the room. Henry left Peter's bedroom as his feelings over the pregnancy situation had begun rearing its ugly head in.

If he were a cartoon character (...eheheh, who's gonna tell him-?), smoke probably would have been pouring out of his ears from the utter rage and animosity he felt towards his parents for getting pregnant, but he'd also be shivering and shuddering from the pure fear he felt for his soon-to-be little sibling, who was sure to grow up just as fucked up as he was- considering how even Peter was starting to reach that point.

As soon as he made it into his room, he shakily shut the door gently before turning around and going full-on dino mode, letting his feelings out on the personal belongings in his room. He threw things, he punched a few dents into his wall, he swiped things off of his end table, he shredded unfinished and assignments and homework that were once laying in relatively decent condition on his desk with his bare hands. He screamed. He screamed louder than he'd ever screamed before in his entire life.
He screeched out of pure hatred towards life itself for allowing Fuckin' Francesca of all people get fucking pregnant with a third kid.
He shrilled from the terror of knowing that no matter who and how this soon-to-be child would turn out to be- that he, she, or they would either be superglued to a damned pedestal of unrealistic and out-of-age expectations to be exploited and used for clout, or would be stuck playing the part as the wad of disgusting, used and long-since expired chewing gum stuck to the sidewalk that nobody wants to go near unless they wanted to be considered just as horrid, disgusting, and unsightly.
He knew that life is not fair. He'd learned from a young age- the hard way- that life is never going to be fair- or at least, not to him.
But why? His soul implored the universe to help him understand what he simply couldn't understand, WHY?! Why can't the world just spare at least a TINY SPECK OF FAIRNESS for a POOR LITTLE SOUL that's unfortunate enough to be stuck in Fuckin' Francesca's coldblooded womb?! Why does life feel like it had the right to tell fate to be enough of a HORRID, bloody CUNT to breathe what was sure to be a turbulent, stormy train wreck of a life into a poor child that deserves nothing more than the universe's mercy?! Why...just why can't life be fair for once in its existence...?

As his adrenaline started to crash and fatigue hit him hard, he looked around at his wrecked room, then stared at Shitty Simon, whose jaw was dropped in appal as he stood in Henry's doorway. As much as he'd detested Shitty Simon before, up until that point, he was the parent he had often felt closest to, but knowing that he was perfectly okay with bringing another child that would be guaranteed an unfortunate childhood no matter who or what he, she, or they would turn out to be into this ruined planet, he felt nothing but hatred towards the dastardly man standing outside of his bedroom.
Henry glared up at the tall, lanky piece of shit before him and his lips pressed firmly together in a thin line behind tightly clenched teeth. "I'll clean my room when I clean my room." He said in an empty voice that probably sent shiver's down Shitty Simon's spine, slamming the door in the man's face and locking it.
Henry's head lightly hit his doorframe as exhaustion began to set in. He allowed his tired body to sink to the floor and he crashed completely, curled into a ball on his bedroom floor without a second thought.