There's A Wolf At My Door | B X B X B

Part Thirteen: Real Talk

Henry

"What the hell is he doing?!" He exclaimed while covering his eyes. I didn't know whether to tell Lu to get upstairs or tell Alan to calm down and get out. "Lu, please put some clothes on!" I pleaded, quickly grabbing his pj's and shoved it into his hands, and pushing him towards the stairs. I then flung a pair of his new boxers and he vanished upstairs without another word. "Henry- what were you two doing?" He questioned, almost in a concerned tone. I was going to answer truthfully, but decided to go agaisnt it. "Nothing that should concern you." I toyed with little to no humor. He can't just barge in here! "Also- did you run here?"

"You shouldn't be joking around! You're not safe here!" He groaned, completely ignoring my question. Putting his hands on my shoulders he sighed. "Are you going to tell me why I'm not safe?" I asked in a bitter tone. He remained silent but his face stayed the same, full of genuine concern. I scoffed and hit his hands away from me. I was getting angrier by the minute. "Well, when you want me to tell me the bloody truth then maybe I'll start believing you!" I spat before shoving beginning to shove him towards the door.

"Henry please! At least let me stay!" He pleaded. My blood was at a full boil at this point. "Why would I let you stay when everything coming out of your mouth is bullshit! I still have no clue why you left me alone and what the fuck caused you to change so much but I'm sick of it! I just want you to leave!" I shouted, surprising both myself and Alan. Tears welled up in my eyes and I felt so stupid for letting this get to me.

I tried to convince myself that the little talk we had in the caravan was enough- that it answered all my questions but it wasn't. Lu appeared- now fully clothed- at the top of the stairs with a death glare pointed right at Alan. "You stay here." I warned before going up to take care of Lu. I ushered him into my room and sat him down on my bed. I didn't want him sleeping on the couch again, mainly because it was torn to bits and I had a spare mattress  so he could sleep on that.

"He... hurt Hen?" He asked with a growl. I brushed away my tears and smiled, my bottom lip wobbled. "No- well yes but it isn't something to worry about, okay? He'll be gone soon." I muttered. I grabbed the mattress I set aside on the wall and plopped it onto the floor while he remained on the bed. I found a spare cover that was a little too big but it would do just fine.

The mattress was thin but I'm sure it would be more comfortable than the couch. Having Alan waiting for me downstairs was killing me so I grabbed a couple of pillows and threw them at my feet. "Just grab some of the blankets and lay down, okay? I'm going to talk to Alan," I instructed. He didn't seem too happy about that but didn't say another word.

I hurried down the stairs, noticing that he was no longer at the door. He was sitting at the kitchen counter, facing away and spinning his car keys on his finger. "Alan," I called, still standing at the door. He turned his head. "I meant what I said. You need to leave." I sternly spoke. "Its either that or you start telling me what you're keeping from me and why."

He looked torn between whether to tell me or not. What a bunch of bullshit. "Just give me a few minutes, okay? Come sit." He urged. I really didn't want to but I did. I sat down, across from him and waited. "I don't know where to start.." He admitted. My brows rose. "How about the reason you left? You still haven't told me. Or the secrets you and the others are keeping from me?" I seethed while clenching my fists. He nodded absently and slung his arm over his chair and leaned back. "Fuck! This is all so complicated!" He groaned. Complicated? How?!

"Believe me, Henry, if I could tell you why I left I would but that would only put you in more danger. Telling you the secrets our keeping would also do that." I gave him an irritated look. "Why am I in danger?! Who should I be careful of? I need to know these things!" I cried. Once again be didn't respond. I searched for anything- just the tiniest detail that would give me any sort of clue but there was nothing!

I slumped against the counter and held my dead down, covering my face with my hands. I sobbed, tears forming once again. I was such a wuss. "A whole year, Alan. Not one word, not one phone call- nothing!" I cracked. "Then all of a sudden you and this strange man appear at my doorstep. You found someone new and you start talking to Clarke and Rita like you never left!"

I watched as my tears formed small droplets on the counter. I was trying to hold myself together as best I could. I didn't want to tell him what he should already know but all this anger was proving difficult to remain silent. "Henry, all of this is for you. You know I'd do anything to keep you safe but-"

"Your father died, Alan. A month after you left his cancer finally bested him and I was the one to stand by him and watch him let go." I interrupted and everything fell silent. "I know you weren't on talking terms but you should've been there." It was a low move but I was so mad at the fact that he didn't seem to understand how much of an impact he not only left on me but everyone when he left. I looked up and watched as tears also slipped down his cheeks, his eyes distant. "I-I gotta go.." he muttered before slipping out his seat and heading out the door.

I watched him go, closing the door on the way out. I sat in the kitchen, hearing the car engine start up and fade out of earshot and for a little longer. I finally got up and washed my face then went around the rest of the house and started turning off all the lights. Naturally I felt horrible for bursting out like that. It was emotionally taxing to be this angry.

I hurried upstairs, away from the darkness and into my room where Lu had moved, but not where I wanted him to. He was asleep but on my bed, not bothering to get under the covers. He held the blankets in his hand and clutched them tightly. I was too tired to complain so I slid next to him and under the sheets.

He was softly mumbling in his sleep but nothing I could make out. His hot breath fanned the back of my neck as he shuffled closer and wrapped his large arms around my waist.

I didn't mind. Like I said, I was too tired to complain.