Uncommon

10

Maybe I was over analyzing too much. I didn't even notice I was thinking too much because I pulled into Louis driveway without knowing until I heard the door shut behind Jade. With her out of sight I started my way down the road to get answers. Something was very wrong.

"Harry?" Jen peeped her head from the door.

"Why doesn't anyone fucking get that it isn't Harry it's Fire. Let me in its important." She slowly opened the door wide enough for me to step in.

"What is it?"

"What did my mom tell you?"

"Sit down." I obeyed her timid command and waited for her to spill. "She came here crying her eyes out, saying something about how she was almost stabbed and being kidnapped. It was after you left the house. When she heard the door open she thought maybe it was you but then when she saw this tall and pale man she wanted to scream. He had ahold of her and she tried to kick and fight back but they did something to her."

"They gassed her." I murmured.

"It was really bad for her. She could barely see with being gassed and her tears blurring her vision. Apparently she was in a dark dome like room, tied to a chair with a couple men talking. Then one of them who was in charge, according to her, was telling her some things."

"Like what?"

"It was about you. And Gemma..."

"What?" I yelled. "Gemma? What did they say?"

"I'm not going to be able to word it right but they mostly talked about you. They just said how sad it was for Gemma and she had it bad. For you though, they kept telling her things you did in Montana."

My heart started to beat in my ears, blocking whatever Jen was saying. Montana. They were talking to her about things I did in Montana which means they were there and they aren't dead. They're alive and here, and obviously they were near. They're breathing the same air. They're walking the same places I have. They're seeing the things I'm seeing. Jade and I were in danger. This made me feel like I had to be by Jade at all costs.

"I have to go. Don't tell my mom or anyone that I came here or you told me. I need time to think."

"Don't you want to hear the rest? I think you should it was quite-"

"No. Not now at least. I'll come back. I have something to take care of." I stood up and left her house. Once I reached my car I started driving to a house I rarely spent my time at.

Gemma. They knew about her and my mom. Did they know about my dad? What about Louis and Max? Who are they anyway? I thought that the police shot everyone, and they did because I saw everyone there die right before my eyes. Maybe there were more people lurking around the corners, or maybe not all of them were there that day.

That same day where Jade and I were found, I learned a lot of things. Henry's childhood for one. I remember one of the detectives were telling his story as if he knew Henry personally. It was just because Henry was actually a criminal ever since he turned 19 and he was smart enough to escape every time he was caught. Everyone wanted to find out where he was because he was so famous in the field of crime. That's probably why there was so many people willing to help him and I was glad they died. Who knows what they could've became.

According to the detective tracking down Henry, Henry was extremely depressed and had anger issues to the point of almost being declared legally insane. His narcissism and crazy high sex drives didn't help ease his mental state either. His father and mother weren't happy with each other so they both would bring home people and have sex with them anywhere and everywhere. At one point his mother started to sexually harass him and beat him. After a year or so his father joined in with the beatings. Henry only had a few friends who ended up up hurting him. They thought he was becoming very angry and clingy, and hated the world a little too much for their liking so they all started to ignore him and make fun of him. When he met his ex wife everything bad went away. It was up until she was killed by a stray bullet that set him off into deep depression and anger towards everything.