Lock away lover

Lock away lover chapter3

I huffed against Henry's clothes and pulled away when I smelt his ghastly natural smell. I turned to walk away when he said something that pullled on my heart strings.

''Can we have some alphabetti spaghetti?'' He pleaded.

Butter flies built up in my stomach then, memories flooded back as I hugged my arms around myself and walked in the other direction, ignoring his request completely.

The last time we ate alphabetti spaghetti together was two years ago, when everything was amazing, it was his favourite food he was such a kid. Still is a kid but in a annoying 'I want a happy meal!' sort of way, not the childish heart I adored. My head got lost in memories then, over rising with the amount of thoughts I was now having.

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''Can we have some alphabetti spaghetti?'' Henry pleaded, I giggled and turned towards him kissing him passionately. Even the taste of his lips made me love him even more.

''Would you like some bluecrayons to colour with as well?'' I joked, making fun of his childish nature. He pouted and caefully pushed me out of the way, reaching his han up in the cupboard and pulling out a can of alphabetti spaghetti. I gleamed just to see his face light up with happiness.

I laughed as I opened the can, taking in how silly we were. As I poured out the remains of the can into the silver pan on the cooker, Henry placed his hand under- neath it, allowing the spaghetti to fall into his hand. ''Freak.'' I commented and giggled when he kissed my neck. I watched as he walked to the counter, shaking my head in the process.

''Anna.'' Henry requested. I chuckled and walked over to him, planting a kiss on his jaw as I stood next to him. He smiled and gestured to the counter, my eyes scrolled down and landed on the laid out spaghetti.

'I LOVE YOU' It said, my heart sped up making my legs feel like they were about to crumble to the ground. He'd never said that before, his way to tell me was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.

I quickly turned and ran over to the pan, pulling out 3 more letters. I happily skipped over to Henry and placed them next to I love you, so it said 'I love you too.' My heart raced when Henry pulled me into his arms, cuddling me, how I love his cuddles.

''Annie, Mama wants to know if you look after me tomowo.'' My four year old brother Caleb interrupted us. I smiled down at him and pulled him into my arms, Henry's arms still loosely hugging me.

''Course I will.'' I told him honestly. Just then Caleb was pulled out of my hands and into Henry's.

''Dude, can we play super heroes today?'' Henry asked Caleb. Caleb grinned and bounced u nd down in Henry's strong arms.

''Yes!'' Caleb screamed. I giggled and watched the happy picture, knowing how good of a father Caleb would be one day.

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A familiar hand brushed along my hip, intruding my memory. I sighed and tilted my head backwards to see Henry. What a suprise.

He gave me an evil grin and walked to the front of me, he kissed me sloppily on my lips, leaving a trail of saliva. I wiped it off feeling sick. I was about to push him out of the way when he pulled me close into him, his hand digging into my side.

''Your hurting me.'' I stated, trying to move from his grip.

''Are you scared of me?'' He asked an upset look on his face. I shook my head signalling no, actually terrified of telling the truth. It was obvious my face was afraid, I felt my lower lip tremble so I bit down hard on it wincing in pain.

''You are scared of me.'' He sighed, some how figuring out the turth.

I half heartedly smiled as I pulled away from him, his hand dropping form my side making me feel empty. I walked into the bedroom and fell onto my cold bed, shivering at the feel of the freezing covers. A buzz in my jeans made me stand up quickly, I puhed my hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone answering towho ever was calling.

''Hello.'' I answered down the phone.

''Annie!'' My friend Emily screamed down the phone in her high pitched voice. I rolled my eyes and dropped onto my bed with a thump.

''What?'' I asked rudely, not in any mood to talk to her.

''My brother's having this party tomorrow, do you want to come?'' She questioned, I shook my head forgetting she couldn't see me. '

'No.'' I simply said, then hung up the phone. I threw it on the floor making a loud bang. My eyes closed, tired from everything, I wish I could turn back time even just a month back so I could break up with Henry for good.

I was half asleep when a body approached mine, warmth ran over me as I opened my eyes feeling comfortable. I frowned when I saw Henry on top of me, his pale face looking sorrowful. His lips kissed my forehead and I was about to protest until his hand reached up and stroked my cheek, taking a loose string of hair and twirling it around his fingers then letting it bounce back into place. He always used to do that, we didn't even have to kiss like every other couple, just playing around with eachother's features was enough. I always liked pressing my finger against his nose and imprinting a red mark which made me laugh. And he always twirled pieces of my hair.

It almost felt right, the way his body felt against mine. His hand reached under my top andunhooked my bra making me feel violated. I sighed as he wreckeda great moment and pushed him off of me, my hand reaching back and fastening my bra back up.

''Im tired.'' I stated He nodded and closed his eyes, his body looking cosy against the matress.

''You can sleep on the sofa.'' I insisted. His eyes opened instantly then, hearing my request.

I knew I hurt him, but Ireally didn't care it's not like he hasn't hurt me many of times. He forced himselfup and out of my bedroom, my eyesredused to watch hisupset self walk away from me. Instead I stood up and walke over to the door, slamming itthen falling down against it. The wood scraping on my back. I let a tear fall in a pattern down my face,not really caring whether I was tough anymore. All I cared about now was my family, I wondered if I was ever going to see them again, ever going to know where they actually were.

I remember my parents so well, my Mum's eyes exactly like mine and the thoughtfullness she brought to everyone, she did everyhting for me and Henry, she loved everyone so much, she loved to write. She was in the middle of her second novel when she went missing. My Dad was like my Mum always happy, he was a comedy legend to me, he made everything seem funny. He was always there for me, everything I did he pushed me further. He was there for very football game, every swimming award, every school play even the little things like getting a certificate in primary school for getting the most merits. He was my support and my Mum was my comfort.

I can't forget my little brother Caleb, I loved him more than anything. He was the sweetest boy I had ever met, im not only saying that because he's my brother. He always hugged me when I was feeling sad or gave me a kiss on the cheek when I cried. He was precious, the apple of my eye. His brown curly mo thatbounced when he ran, his lagoon green eyes sparkled and glimmered brightly and his red lips full ofbeauty.He loved Henry so much, Henry was like his bestfriend, Henry back when I knew my brother was the perfect Henry, the Henry that loved children and the Henry that everybody loved.

Henry right now is the not so perfect Henry.

The Henry who gets stressed easily or gets angry when something bad happens.

The Henry who hats everyone who looks at me or even talks to me.

The Henry that hurts me everyday even by talking to me.

The Henry who brings back good memories just to make me feel bad.

The Henry who breaks his promises and hurts everyone in the process.

The Henry who's too clingy and thinks he owns me.

The Henry who makes the rules and expects to be with me forever.

The Henry who lies and is too afraid to go to prison.

The Henry who hated his family and hates getting too close to anyone.

The Henry who threatens and is a suicidal mess.

The Henry who makes me forgive and apologise even when it's him in the wrong.

The Henry who sayshedoesn't know where my family is when I know perfectly well three people don't just 'go misssing' out of the bloom right after his own family died.

That Henry.