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Authors: Aubrey Bailey
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wondered.
"Yeah," I responded. I had worn a red t-shirt and jeans to school. Now I was in a mid-thigh length black skirt and silver tank top.
Then I noticed Henry had a weird look in his eyes. I was about to back away, when he suddenly pulled me down on top of him and forced his mouth against mine. Any kind of fight I was thinking of starting instantly faded from my mind. All that mattered was the feel of his lips against mine. I allowed his tongue into my mouth, but it only took him a few seconds to notice something new. He pulled away. I smirked and stuck my tongue out.
"You got it pierced," Henry observed. "You are bloody amazing." He then grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again. He moved us so that I was lying on the bed and he was on top of me. I really shouldn't have let him do this. But what he was doing felt so good. That was, until his hand moved from my hip to my thigh and I remembered that he was drunk. I pushed at his shoulders, managing to get him to stop what he was doing. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"You're drunk!" I said.
"No, I'm not." Henry lied. I pushed at his shoulders again.
"Yes...you are." I pushed even harder, which managed to get him off me. Standing up, I looked at him as he propped himself up on his elbows. "I've had enough crap done to me by drunken assholes and I don't need this from you." I realized then that I had said too much. "Uh..."
Henry frowned, got off the bed and grabbed my arms gently. I refused to look at him and focused on not crying.
"Love, look at me," Henry said. I shook my head. "Kris?" I still didn't look at him. "Come on, Kristina, just look at me."
I finally caved and looked into his eyes, which had turned from glazed to sincere. Being called my full name, not just the short form, always made me listen to someone. I suppose I was trained that way growing up. Henry's hands loosened on my arms, but I didn't move.
"I won't hurt you," Henry whispered.
I bit my lip and started looking away again, but Henry shook me slightly and my attention shot back towards him. "Don't make promises you can't keep," I said.
Henry frowned and put a hand on my cheek. I realized that I actually had a few tears running down the one cheek.
"Who did it to you?" Henry asked.
I didn't answer.
"Who hurt you?"
I just dropped my gaze from his face and stared at the floor.
"David?"
I closed my eyes. Why did he have to start doing this? Why couldn't he have just stopped when he saw how uncomfortable this was making me?
A knock on the door startled both of us. I pushed Henry into the bathroom and tip-toed over to my door. Uncle Ethan was standing on the other side.
"Just thought I'd say good night," he said, then frowned. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah...just reading a sad part in my book," I lied and forced a smile.
"Well, alright then," Ethan said. I saw his eyes look in the direction of the bathroom. "Make sure you close your window. It's going to be cold tonight."
"I will. Good night," I said. I closed the door and locked it again, then turned around and watched Henry come out of the bathroom.
"I guess I should be going home," Henry said. I nodded and walked over to the window with him. He put his arms around me and hugged me, which took me by surprise. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?"
"Sure," I said. Henry let go of me and climbed out the window.
Things were a little tense between Henry and me the next morning. Lena noticed it, but didn't say anything. She knew everything about me and all I had to do was give her a look before she understood that the incident with David last year was fresh in my mind once again. Now two people knew my secret-three including David-but there was a lot more to it than any of them could ever guess.
"So you're going to see your grandma over the weekend?" Lena asked as we walked down the hall. James and Henry were with us. James was holding Lena's hand, and Henry had his arm over my shoulders.
"Yes, I am," I said. I felt Henry's arm
"Yeah," I responded. I had worn a red t-shirt and jeans to school. Now I was in a mid-thigh length black skirt and silver tank top.
Then I noticed Henry had a weird look in his eyes. I was about to back away, when he suddenly pulled me down on top of him and forced his mouth against mine. Any kind of fight I was thinking of starting instantly faded from my mind. All that mattered was the feel of his lips against mine. I allowed his tongue into my mouth, but it only took him a few seconds to notice something new. He pulled away. I smirked and stuck my tongue out.
"You got it pierced," Henry observed. "You are bloody amazing." He then grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again. He moved us so that I was lying on the bed and he was on top of me. I really shouldn't have let him do this. But what he was doing felt so good. That was, until his hand moved from my hip to my thigh and I remembered that he was drunk. I pushed at his shoulders, managing to get him to stop what he was doing. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"You're drunk!" I said.
"No, I'm not." Henry lied. I pushed at his shoulders again.
"Yes...you are." I pushed even harder, which managed to get him off me. Standing up, I looked at him as he propped himself up on his elbows. "I've had enough crap done to me by drunken assholes and I don't need this from you." I realized then that I had said too much. "Uh..."
Henry frowned, got off the bed and grabbed my arms gently. I refused to look at him and focused on not crying.
"Love, look at me," Henry said. I shook my head. "Kris?" I still didn't look at him. "Come on, Kristina, just look at me."
I finally caved and looked into his eyes, which had turned from glazed to sincere. Being called my full name, not just the short form, always made me listen to someone. I suppose I was trained that way growing up. Henry's hands loosened on my arms, but I didn't move.
"I won't hurt you," Henry whispered.
I bit my lip and started looking away again, but Henry shook me slightly and my attention shot back towards him. "Don't make promises you can't keep," I said.
Henry frowned and put a hand on my cheek. I realized that I actually had a few tears running down the one cheek.
"Who did it to you?" Henry asked.
I didn't answer.
"Who hurt you?"
I just dropped my gaze from his face and stared at the floor.
"David?"
I closed my eyes. Why did he have to start doing this? Why couldn't he have just stopped when he saw how uncomfortable this was making me?
A knock on the door startled both of us. I pushed Henry into the bathroom and tip-toed over to my door. Uncle Ethan was standing on the other side.
"Just thought I'd say good night," he said, then frowned. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah...just reading a sad part in my book," I lied and forced a smile.
"Well, alright then," Ethan said. I saw his eyes look in the direction of the bathroom. "Make sure you close your window. It's going to be cold tonight."
"I will. Good night," I said. I closed the door and locked it again, then turned around and watched Henry come out of the bathroom.
"I guess I should be going home," Henry said. I nodded and walked over to the window with him. He put his arms around me and hugged me, which took me by surprise. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?"
"Sure," I said. Henry let go of me and climbed out the window.
Things were a little tense between Henry and me the next morning. Lena noticed it, but didn't say anything. She knew everything about me and all I had to do was give her a look before she understood that the incident with David last year was fresh in my mind once again. Now two people knew my secret-three including David-but there was a lot more to it than any of them could ever guess.
"So you're going to see your grandma over the weekend?" Lena asked as we walked down the hall. James and Henry were with us. James was holding Lena's hand, and Henry had his arm over my shoulders.
"Yes, I am," I said. I felt Henry's arm
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