Hybristophilia

Guilt

Third Person's POV

Henry took her out to the car as the boys eyes went wide "you say a word and I stab you" as they drove.

They walked into the building, all eyes were on her. They had never seen those bloodshot eyes she had, and they were shocked. Her eyes stayed glued to the ground as Henry the arm that was draped around her to guide her through the busy hall, but no one was moving due to the queen and king of danger walked through.

Richie's face dropped, as his heart ached with pain. All of the losers quietly whispered, some thought the tears because of Henry, others thought it was the losers ignoring her, and others thought that it was Patrick and Victor. No one but Henry and her mother knew why she was crying, and the tears wouldn't stop.

Gretta started to speak as Henry said "shut it, can't you see that she's already upset enough as it is?" and lightly pushed Juliet farther up the hall. Beverly walked up to her and hugged her, but she was emotionless. "What h-h-h-h-happened to her?" Bill spoke up, Henry sighed and looked down at her. "What happened was, traumatizing and I don't think she can bring it up again"

Richie immediately grabbed her and held her to his chest. For some reason, her tears fell harder, and she actually hugged back and gripped him tightly. She cried in his neck as he let her cry out her sorrows. Henry obviously gave him a little glare, but Richie mouthed "chill out, I'm just helping" and Henry sighed. He wanted to hurt him, but realized there was no point in doing so.

Once they finished hugging, she turned around and held Henry, and he stroked her hair lightly. Henry hated seeing her like this, but knew she needed to let it out. He was the only one that she could really open up to, and he knew that. Yeah, he wasn't good at love, or compassion, or any happy feeling really, but he'd have to learn. He'd have to deal with it, because he knew that his girl needed him to be loving.

"I don't want to be here, Henry" she whispered, as his figure bent down a bit to look his girlfriend in the eyes. "Okay, where do you want to go baby?" He whispered back as she said "the quarry" and he nodded. He jumped into Belch's old car with Victor and Patrick and began to drive. The wind blew through her hair, and Patrick wrapped an arm around her. Henry shot him a death glare, but Patrick licked his lips.

Obviously, Juliet was vulnerable, and leaned her head on Patrick's shoulder, it's his fault he made her sit in the back seat with him. Patrick whispered "it's okay doll face, if I ever see that dick, I'd teach him a lesson" opening his zippo. Victor saw through the mirror and said "so Patrick, could you get me a water from the back?" purposefully so he could let go of Juliet. He groaned, leaning down and picking up a bottle and throwing it at him.

Victor sighed and gave it to Henry, who was literally fuming. They pulled up to the quarry as Henry scooped Juliet in his arms, Victor had given him advice for girls. He walked to the edge and sat down, placing her on his lap. He stroked her hair, as they looked off into the distance.

In Juliet's mind, she thought of how amazing it would be to end her life. It was so stressful to her, so painful. Almost as if it was so bad that she didn't want it anymore. She just wanted to back out of this game called life. She felt Henry's bony hands stroke her cheek, as the felt comfort, but not closure.

In Henry's mind, he thought of how beautiful he thought she was. He had never felt such emotions for another human being. He admired every little detail she had, capturing it in his brain. He smiled to himself, thinking about how fucking lucky he was to have someone, someone he'd never let go.