what goes around comes around

Part 4

Henry run out of the House in rage and fear and stopped some meters away with his heart beating. His father had beat him up again. The fact that there has not been an incident thelast weeks didn't mean, it could not start again anytime. It rained and he wiped the mix of water and tears out of his face; his left eye was blue and swollen. His father had had trouble at work and after he came home, he beat Henry several times. „I hate him...", he mumbled, finally turning his back on the house. He should better leave, before his father got the idea to use his pistole like the last time. His father stepped onto the veranda, a stick in his hand. „You come back here right now, Henry, I'm not done with you!", he yelled. Henry's heart started beating. He did not know what he should do. His father came for him with fast steps; he tried to dodge, but he slipped on the wet grass, hitting a puddle of mud. His father stood next to him, laughing loudly. „Goodness, what a loser you are..." He beat him two to three times, then Ralf finally left his son and went back into the house again. Henry let his arms down; he could feel his heart beating, while he got up again. He was trembling with fear and cold. When he hit the ground, he also hurt his nose and now it bled. His back hurt; he quickly left, before he had no energy anymore.

More than one hour Henry walked through the streets without aim; he did not know where to go and did not want to see anybody. He had hoped in vain, that his situation at home would become better. The thought of him getting into class on Monday with several bruises and other wounds gave him stomach ache. The teachers gave up to ask, what was going on and most of the other students did not care for him. Henry was alone with his problem. Finally a voice teared him from his thoughts.

Verena and me were sitting in the hollywood swing and prepared the vegetables for diner. It finally had stopped raining. Just when I was done with the sweet potatoes, I heared her voice that just said: „Oh my good." I looked up. When she got up without any explenation and run towards the street, I saw Henry Bowers coming along the road in slow steps. He looked bad; he got a blue eye and a bloody nose. Now I got on my legs too and run towards him. Henry stood still, starring at us without saying a word. I was in real shock: „What in all world happened to you?!" He did not gave an answer, but just walked on until Verena stopped him. „Where do you wanna go in your state?" He just shrugged his shoulders. „Come on, get in the house, we're gonna take care of you.", I said, grabbing his arm. Henry gave me a strange look, then he finally followed. Verena took the bowl with the vegetables and brought it into the kitchen; she gave me an unhappy look; „I am going to make diner, so you can care for him." I knew exactly she didn't wanna cook or even was able to; but she only had to stir the gratin fix and then spread over the cheese. The oven did the rest. I nodded to her and walked into the living room, Henry followed me. „Nice house." „Yeah, yeah, beautiful, come on, sit down here. You have to be exhausted." „With my dirty clothes on?" „That's not the matter now." „I'm not badly injured!", he replied, when I gave him one more pillow. „Don't act like a man now." I came back with some wet wipes and first aid stuff. When I sat next to him, I recignized several bruises on his neck. Verena joined us, when she had put the gratin in the oven. „Diner will take half an hour so says the recept." I looked at her. „Fine. Do you wanna join us for diner?", I asked Henry. „If ist's alright."

Carefully I was cleaning the wound at his left eye. He gave me a strage look. The wound was quite dirty. „Was that your father?", I wanted to know. Henry stared at his hands. „Only the eye. The nose was me, when I swiped away and hit the ground." I cleaned this little hurting too. The bridge oft he nose didn't look that bad. I fugitively realised him raising his hand and touching mine, when I was about to stick a plaster on his nose. It felt like an electric hit and the next moment I realised his face getting closer to mine-

„Lena, diner is ready!", Verena interrupted us in the worst moment. We got back and I turned to her. „Sorry?" „Diner is ready", she repeated grinning.

„You get along on your own?", she asked one hour later at the door. It was already dark outside. During diner we all didn't talk much and Henry avoided eye contact. Verena had looked at me all the time. I didn't want to fall in love, not with a teenage boy at all! I closed the door and turned to my guest, who stood in the hallway, waiting. „You wanted to take a shower. Bathroom is upstairs, the second door on the left. I'm gonna give you a towel."

Henry was standing under the warm water jet and watched the dirt, that disappeared in the sink. He finally stopped trembling and his body didn't hurt that much. A last time he rushed his hands through his hair and let the water flow over his face, then he turned off the water tap and dried himself with the towel. While doing so, he thought over and over about what just happened. They had almost kissed. A warm feeling went through his body; she also wanted it. If her friend only had not come in in this very moment...Henry wondered, after he got dressed, if he would ever make it that far with Lena again. In his head he played scenes, as he went down, kissing her and then she was finally his. He should just do it. Henry watched himself in the mirror. She had given him some clothes that fit. Unfortunately this shirt did not emphasize his muscle arms like his clothes did, but he could roll the sleeves up. The plasters did survive the shower. Dressed up he left the bathroom to get downstairs again, but when he walked next to the railing, he bounced back; she obviously was about to get dressed herself. He saw her walking through the hall in shorts and bra, then she disappeared in the living room. Henry only did take a quick look, but what he saw was very attractive. She wore a red bra. Slowly he stepped next to the railing again and looked down. She was in the living room.

Henry took a careful look around the corner; his heart was beating. There she stood. He had not been wrong. Her body seemed to be perfet; her breasts were neither to big nor to small, her shoulders were way wider than the waist, but he liked it. And though she was petite, she seemed to be powerfull as well. Henry knew that from his own experience, that she got power, but when she lifted her armst to comb her hair, his thought ought to be right. He stared at her. „Man..." This man she had heared.

I turned around irritated, seeing Henry Bowers standing in the doorstep and staring at me. With red cheeks I grabbed my night robe and held it in front of my body. Henry didn't show any sight of embarssement, but so did I. „What are you doing here now?!", I snapped at him. He stepped towards me. „You really got a great body." With tense expression I kept holding my night robe and went back. „And you got no behaviour!" I wanted to tell him even more, for example that I would kick him out if he did not leave this room right now, but I could not. Henry could not stop staring at me. „Is there any problem?", I tried to get rid of him. He stepped even closer. The air was crackling. Then he suddenly put his shirt off standing in front of me with the upper body naked. Against my will I checked him out. Fine, for his age he was really attarctive, I did not like men who were build up like tanks.

„One step closer and I am gonna yell!" Henry grabbed my wrist, pulling me next to him on the couch; I let go off my night robe. One moment later I sat next to him, while he was pressing his body towards me and wrapped his arms around me. He shortly turned away from me and took a blanket which he wrapped around us. I started to relax and to enjoy the warmth of his body. He laid his arm around my shoulder. I was completely confused. My cheeks were turning red. „Why are you looking at me?" „I can't help doing so...I got a crush on you, since I saw you for the first time." I took a breath and understood. „You are aware that I am a couple of years older than you are?" „I don't mind." His right hand was softly touching my waist. My body felt burning. Henry looked deeply into my eyes, as deeply as I felt quite queasy. „I'd love to kiss you right now", he said with low voice. We still were sitting much too close to each other.

He swallowed. Everything about it seemed to be wrong: it didn't make sense. He saw himself the frst day, as he walked down the corridor passing her by and remembered the way he was looking at her. He never had have feelings like that before. Henry had the feeling, not to know himself anymore. Their noses almost touched each other and their lips were not distanced farther than 2 cms. Heaven, please, do not let us get interrupted now, I'm not gonna survive this for a third time. Her head was moving besides his one; Henry closed his eyes and licked his lips; his heart wanted to jump out of his chest. He felt her hands, which were grabbing his arms softly. He lowered his gaze; when he looked up again, their noses touched. An electric shock went through his body and then their lips finally met.
The moment we kissed, my whole body started moving. We were sitting the first seconds, than falling down at the couch. I looked at Henry above me; everything seemed to be razor sharp for one moment, each pore of his trained body, each eyelash, each wisp of hair, when he looked at me. Air seemed to glew with heat. His hands were covering my face and I covered his hands.