*Henry’s POV*
I’ve gotten worse. I think I may even be depressed. When I wake up in the morning, the only thing that pulls me from bed is that it might pain Ollie to see me hurting. I slip out from under the blanket and swing my legs over the edge, rubbing my aching head.
Getting dressed disheartens me farther. Ollie is dressing how I dress nowdays-like a normal human being. And I hate it. I sigh and dig my hand under my pillow, pull out his butterfly clip. Mine I think greedily, and hold it to my cheek. It was the only thing he left, and he only left it because he didn’t know where I kept it hidden. The thought makes me sad.
I’m in low spirits by the time I’m actually on the bus, heading to school. Well-lower spirits. He doesn’t take the bus anymore-he does anything he can to avoid me. That hurts most of all. When the bus idles at his stop and he doesn’t show I feel cold.
At school I walk robotically to my locker. Gather my books and sit through my class. Class is so boring, but it’s not like I’m focused anyways. Riley tries on various occasions to get me to show some form of life and higher thinking. I ignore him, aching to go home, hold my butterfly clip.
“Henry?” I look up to see Coach.
“Oh hey there..” I mumble. I was in math class-what was coach doing here?
“I was wondering if I could borrow you? I need to move some stuff around and you’re the only guy cabable of helping me” he smiles. Coach and em had a good student tecaher relationship. When I skipped class he ignored it, and he also told other teachers I was helping him when I wasn’t.
I look to my math teacher. She nods, annoyed “You weren’t doing anything anyways..”
“Thanks” I mutter and get up, following Coach to the gym. The others boys gym class was in session right now… which included Ollie. I figured the other gusy wouldn’t let him play due to his sexuality, but there he was, in the middle of a basketball game, being teased because of his height.
I watched stunned. How come all my depression felt lifted just watching him runa round, having fun? He attempted a basket and it completely missed, making him scowl in frustration. The other guys zoomed past him, and that’s when he noticed me staring. I looked away.
After lifting boxes-full of weights-for the Coach, I noticed Ollie dip into the change room, probably for something to drink. Last tiem I’d seen him all red and sweaty like that was.. I felt urges arise and tried to concenrate on something else. “Coach, I need a drink..” What a lie.
“Okay Henry” he says, looking a little thirsty himself. Disappearing into the change room, I lock the door behind me on impulse before travelling deeper inside, ignoring the water fountain altogether, I hear rustling and look to see Ollie rummaging through his bag.
I watch as he extracts something. Focusing, I see.. It’s my shirt. He sighs and holds it to his cheek, eye’s closing the way mine close when I hold his butterfly clip. Did Ollie.. Really care about me so much? My eye’s water a little-how could he leave me!
“Ollie” I say, stepping into clear view “Why did you leave?” my voice wobbles.
He spins, clutching the shirt to himself as if for protestction, and see’s its me.
“Henry? What are you doing here…” he looks down at the shirt, and blushes before stuffing it back into his bag. Well his back is turned I step closer to him. When he turns I’m right in front of him. I take a step forward, so his back is forced to press against the wall.
“You stole my shirt” I tell him, jaw clenched tight. You also stole my heart.
“What?! That! No… it’s mine” he lie’s, flustered.
“That would never fit you” I place my hands on the walls, both on each sid eof him. He’s trapped in a cage composed of my body and the wall and I can see sadness sawning in his eye’s. I don’t want him sad-I want him back. Ollie… I fight off a longing whimper.
“You still care about me..” I say softly, letting my eye’s flutter closed.
“Of course I do..” his finger tips brush my cheek, and I grab his hand, holding it to my face,
“Then why did you leave?” it’s so hard to keep my voice stable. My yee’s open and look into his.
Then I see the bruises. His shirt had hung open a little, and I saw the purple and brown wounded skin where that evil he calls a father hurt him. I punch the wall next to him, making him jum pin shock. Our eye’s look, so he can see every ounce of pain I’d tried to keep to myself.
“How could you…” I pant for breath “Make me feel like… like this!” another punch “And go back to living with a monster like that!” I yell, to muh pent up anger needing to escape. Then Ollie does something unexpected. He wraps his little arms around me and hides his face in my neck.
“Henry” is all he says, breathing me in. I lean my neck forward and place my face in his hair. It smells good. Sweet-like him. My arms wrap around him protectively, possessively. I wanted to tell the world he was mine, let them no that no one was allowed to touch him. I was crying again.
“Henry” he whimpers again “He’s dying”
I frown, lost. Who was dying?
“My dad Henry… he’s going to die soon” he sobs.
I rub his back slowly, trying to sooth him. I want to say something, but what is there to say? ‘I’m sorry’ ? that doesn’t work, because good riddance to the bastard. Was it wrong to wish death upon another human soul? Then I was a bad person, because I did. He’d hurt my little Ollie..
“Why?” I settle on finally.
“His liver” he sniffles “He’s been in the hospital every night this week…”
“He still found time to hit you I see” I growl.
“He wasn’t always like this…” I hug my baby closer, not wanting to upset him further.
“Henry… they’re going to send me to a home, some where far away” his voice is so scared, so small.. “I know what home’s are supposed to be like, I’ve seen the kids from them. Please no… I can’t do it Henry…” now he’s crying. I kiss the tears away.
“Hey” I murmur softly “Calm down, you’re not going anywhere”
He shakes his head miserably “I am! What if…. I never… see you again…?”
With those words I swear I felt my heart go through a paper shredder.
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Going out for the night <3 Lots of comments when I gte back please <3
Ollie and Henry's song=Perfect Two by Auburn.... LISTEN TO IT! It fits them perfectly <3
