His Little Princess (Henry Bowers) Completed

I Didn't Do It

When I came home to Henry, he was turned away from me looking out of the still broken window, I kicked my shoes off by the door.

"Hey," I greeted walking up behind him, he didn't respond.

"Henry?" I asked softly and gently grabbed his hand, he spun around shoving me to the ground, hard. I fell to the ground, staring up at him, I can honestly say... I was scared. He glared at me with angry eyes, what did I do wrong?

"What the hell?" I questioned, slowly getting up from the ground.

"Stay away from me, I'll be gone on Saturday and we're done," He snapped looking angry.

"Why?" I asked him softly tears filled my eyes.

"Is that really the question you're asking me right now?" He yelled, as he got closer to me, I pushed him back. Not hard, just enough to get him away from me.

"Yeah, it is, what the hell did I do?" I yelled back.

"I know why you were gone, ya little slut!"

"What the actual fuck? I was hanging out with Stanley and his friends! Nothing happened!"

"So you lie? You could at least be honest! I know you were screwing around with Zeke! Ya know, for a second I thought you actually loved me!" He yelled.

"I wasn't even with Zeke! Why would you even think that? We're just friends!"

"Friends? Really? You call that friends?" He yelled, the tears fell. I didn't even do anything.... Did I?

"Call what friends? Henry, calm down, I don't even know what you're talking about," I said trying to hold back the rest of the tears.

"Bullshit," He snapped softly. I looked up at him, tears welled in his eyes one just slipping down his cheek for a brief second, but he quickly got rid of it.

"Just stay.... away from me," He said softly not looking me in the face, "we only have to be together for one more week........"

I turned towards my dresser and put a sweatshirt on, summer nights got cold. I put my shoes back on and a blanket from my bed and walked towards the door.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice still sounding annoyed.

"Like you would care," I snapped, I didn't feel sad... I felt.... Confused, and angry. I don't even know what I did, I mean, I'm sad, but mostly confused at this point though.

I slammed the door closed behind me and ran up to my car throwing the blanket into the passenger seat. It was about 6 P.M. I don't care about any curfew though, nobody is gonna catch me at the quarry. I drove up there, and climbed into the backseat of my car and curled up with my blanket looking out the window. It was still pretty light outside, I was probably just going to stay here for the night, nobody would care. After about an hour, I got bored and fell asleep.

*

I woke up to a knock on my window, I gasped and felt nothing but terror, but it was just Stanley.

I unlocked my car door and opened it.

"Hey," I muttered sleepily.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Uhh, I slept here last night I guess..." I sighed.

"Well that was stupid, why?"

"It's a long story and why is it stupid?"

"It," He answered short and simple.

"What time is it?"

"8," He answered.