Fix You - IT Fanfiction

Two

Primrose's P.O.V.

Things had ended badly between Henry and me. It shouldn't have ended this way.

"Class! Your oral presentation about the downfall of a U.S President is due tomorrow!" Bellowed Mr. Syme.

"Do you think we'll get it done?" Asked Henry as we made our way out of the classroom and toward our lockers.

"We were messing around in class too much, so we'll need to do some work on it after school if we wanna get it done on time," I said, attempting to open my locker. I could never get the combination lock open on the first try. "How about your house?"

"Sure, that's good since my dad's on duty," Henry said as he put his books away.

We made our way to the bike racks and rode to Henry's house. Butch's car was there.

"I thought he was at work?" I questioned.

"Come on," said Henry, sounding concerned.

Henry opened his front door to reveal his dad sitting in an armchair reading the paper.

"Hi, Officer Bowers," I greeted.

"Call me Butch," he said, getting up.

He held out his hand, I took it and he shook it, holding on for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"Dad, seriously? Prim and I have been friends since forever," Henry said.

"Primrose! Of course, I remember you. I just haven't seen you in ages, Henry never has any friends over," Bruce stated.

"After what you did to Mum, I'm afraid too," Henry said, earning a dirty look from his dad.

Henry grabbed my hand and we went upstairs. Before we could make it to his room, I felt someone grab my ass. I turned around, it was Butch.

"What the fuck?" I said.

"What?" Cried Henry. "What did he do?"

"He fucking grabbed my ass!" I screamed.

"That language! Naughty girl. How about we have some fun?" Butch suggested.

"She's twelve years old you fucked up perve!" Henry yelled, as he grabbed my hand and pulled me downstairs and into his front yard.

"Get on your bike and follow me," said Henry.

I followed him and we rode away from his house and into the forest. Soon, we came to a clearing.

Henry got off his bike and I got off mine.

"Sit," said Henry, gesturing to a log that was in front of a lake.

"I come here all the time, mainly when I wanna get away from my dad, or just to think," he told me.

"It's nice," I complimented.

"Thanks," Henry said. "Can I tell you something? It's something I never told no one."

"Sure," I agreed.

"My mum, she didn't leave us like my dad says. Well, like I say," Henry began.

"What happened to her?" I asked calmly.

"My dad killed her," Henry said, before taking a deep breath.

"Oh my god," I gasped. "That's terrible. I'm so sorry Henry."