The Journals of Henry Dawson

Chapter 9

*Henry*

You could literally cut the tension in this room with a knife.

Connor hasnt spoken a word since Eric asked him to tell them the truth. Greta made her way into the room and I took my place by her side as she asked again.

"What happened to Henry?" her eyes beginning to water up from the anger shes holding back. I took her hand and rubbed my thumb in circles trying to calm her down, and surprisingly her breathing slowed.

Connor inhaled deeply before starting to speak. "First, I would like to see what proof you have against me. You said you had what I was missing, what exactly did you mean by that?"

Erics jaw visibly clenched as he got right into Connors face. "Stop playing dumb and tell us right now, where is he!" He started shaking him at this point and Greta moved forward to stop them. Oh hell no baby girl. I pushed her back and tugged at Erics shirt urging him to stop or they would get nothing from him.

"Eric stop it." I could Greta whimper from behind me, I cast a glance back at her and she looked absolutely terrified and she was holding her chest tightly where I had touched her.

Reluctantly Eric backed off of Connor and muttered and apology to Greta.

"We have the page from Henrys journal. We know you hurt him." Greta's voice dripped with venom as she spoke. "The page was covered in Henrys blood so stop trying to act innocent."

Connors eyes widened at her words. "What page are you talking about?" then realization struck his features. "Damnit that sneaky son of --"

"Enough." Eric said abruptly. "Just tell us where Henry is and we won't turn you in, thats all we want." He pleaded towards Connor.

"Show me the page, and i'll tell you." He smirked at him, but only for a second before Erics fist became one with his face.

Greta instantly jumped towards them but I grabbed her and held her close to me. She started to fight against me and I could tell she was scared but I couldn't let her in the middle of that brawl.

Blow after blow Connors face became unrecognizable. I know I should stop this but if I let her go she will get hurt. I would rather scare her then see her injured.

"Stop it!" Greta was screaming at the top of her lungs now. "Eric you're killing him!"

She continued to struggle and cry into my chest and it broke whatever is left of my heart.

"Let me go, please."

And then she was gone.

*Greta*

I fell to floor with a hard thud when whatever, or whoever, was holding me finally let go. What the hell was that?

Without another thought I sprang into action and grabbed Erics arm as is was coming down for another hit. "Eric, stop, thats enough." I pleaded as I held him arm in place.

I could feel the warm blood running down his hand and onto my arm but I couldn't move. I couldn't look away from Erics face. His eyes were laced with hate and pain, and his jaw was tight. I've never seen him like this before and I didn't like it. It reminded me too much of my past.

Just then all the air started to leave my lungs and I started to get a cold sweat.

I cant breathe. I could feel my chest getting tight as I tried to speak but no words came out.

The tears flowing down my face finally blinded my vision and I started to tremble, dropping Erics arm in the process.

Eric finally snapped his gaze towards me as I fell to the floor unconscious, the last thing I feel is a the cool, gentle touch of a hand against my cheek.

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Something sharp pricked my arm causing me to jump up and was assaulted by bright lights.

"Calm down, Greta." A gentle voice spoke to me. "You're in the hospital. You had a panic attack."

Finally my eyes adjusted to my surroundings and I could see I was in a hospital room. I tried to remember why I was even here then it all came back. I tried to jump out of the bed but the nurse pushed me back.

"Greta you have to rest, you--"

"Where are they?" I interrupted, earning a scowl from her face. "Where are the two men that were at my house, Eric Turner and Connor Andrews?"

Her face fell slightly. "I didn't want to have to be the one to tell you this but.." she sighed.

"Connor Andrews suffered severe head trauma and we were unable to resuscitate him"she squeezed my hand comfortingly ,but that was the last thing I felt right now.

"And Eric?" my voice broke.

"He's been taken into police custody."

The ringing in my ears were starting to drown everything out.

Connor is dead. Eric is jail. Our hope of finding Henry is gone.

The nurse was fumbling with the call button and a syringe of something but I couldn't hear anything she was saying because of the ringing.

Then I realized it wasn't ringing. I was screaming.

*Henry*

No. No. No.

I knew something bad was going to happen.

Why did I have to disappear again? I had her safe in my arms then suddenly shes falling to the floor. I checked her for any sign of injury but none were visible. Then what is wrong with her?

Then it clicked. The shaking, the crying, her abnormal breathing. She was having a panic attack

Eric was still sitting uselessly off to side just staring at her like an idiot. I grabbed his phone from the table and dialed 911.

The police cuffed Eric right away and took Greta and Connor off in an ambulance.

I knew Connor wouldn't be coming back though. I checked his pulse.

That means that Eric wont be coming back soon either. He is likely going to be charged with murder and locked behind bars all for trying to help me and my murderer is going to get a lavish funeral.

Greta hasn't came back home yet though and its been two days. God I hope shes okay. I hope she comes back, although I dont see why she would want to. I want to tell her i'm here, and that she not alone. I want to tell her that I'm sorry for not telling her sooner and none of this would have happened. I want to tell her that I love her. I just want a chance.

I started to walk up the hallway when the doorknob rattled. I spun around and felt my heart warm instantly. She's home.

I rushed to her side and held her in my arms, and she tensed up.

I pulled away when I remembered what I had done. My touch probably terrifies her now after restraining her like that.

"Wait." she called out. "Is somebody there?"

Do I tell her its me? Should I tell her i'm here and break her heart?

I know the answer to that. I can't let Connor get away with this and I cant let Eric go to jail.

"Please, if anyone is there." I could hear the frustration in her voice now. " Ive been answering police questions all morning and I'm going crazy so please. I deserve an answer."

I went over to the desk in the corner and picked up a pencil and paper.

Yes you do.