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Stay With Me- Henry Bowers

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       I took another sip of Pepsi as Henry fired the gun once again. The bullet went straight through a glass beer bottle.

       I leaned against Belch's blue Trans Am, watching Belch search for Henry's new target. Victor leaned against the hood, no doubt trying to look as edgy as possible.

        Just as Henry was about to shoot, and kill a poor alleycat, his asshole father stepped into the picture.

        I knew about Henry's father's abusive actions, since Henry had always confided in me, not wanting to seem like a baby in front of the guys.

        I stepped to Henry's side, watching Butch Bowers with watchful, glaring eyes. He approached Henry, leaning closer to Henry's ear, so I couldn't make out what he had said. He looked down at Henry with hate. I slowly moved away as he glared at me sideways.

         He ripped the gun from his hands, and stomped away. Halfway to the porch, he turned, aiming the gun at the ground near Henry's feet and fired several rounds. Henry jumped, put his hands around his head. I myself, jumped at the sound of ammunition being fired.

          Butch Bowers turned back and walked towards his house, the gun, emptied of bullets in his hand.

          Henry whimpered, and I ran to him. "Henry?" I asked, grabbing his face in my hands. He shook with fear. "I've had enough of this, Henry, you're not staying here any longer. I'm not letting you live with a reckless, alcoholic dad, who nearly shot your foot off." I grumbled.

        Henry shrugged me off, and walked to the front of the car, and sat, his knees to his chest, staring off into the distance.

        I looked at Belch and Victor, giving them a look saying I could handle it. I walked to the front the car,  sitting next to Henry.

         "I know you want to be tough, and edgy, but sometimes it's ok to get help, especially in situations like this. I just care for you, I really do, and I don't want them to find you beaten to death in that house, when I know I can do something to stop it, I don't wanna live with that guilt." I was serious.

       "Thank you." Was the one thing he said, before resting his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around him. "I'll stay with you." He said finally. I lived alone, after getting legally separated from my parents. I smiled.

        I placed a kiss on his forehead, and rubbed his arm before getting up. I offered him a hand, "Let's get your stuff and blow this popsicle stand."