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Au: They kill someone ( Henry )

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Maybe it had started with the fighting.

The way your parents would slam doors or the way they would scream at each other. Calling each other names and throwing their fists to whatever solid object they could reach.

Either way, it ended with your body developing bruises in your body and on your mind. Your grade 7 year was filled with bulky sweaters and sweatpants just to make sure no one would be able to look at your dark purple bruises that scattered in your skin, kissing your body from your chest to your ankles.

Your grade 8 year was a little bit better. You were able to wear jeans without them bugging your hips, you were able to wear nicer looking sweaters, not afraid of them riding up your body.

Grade 9 was perfect. You were able to wear dresses and shorts and tank tops, you were able to wear things you wouldn't dream of wearing ever so long ago. With your mom and dad divorced, you thought everything would be better, for your mind and your body.

You had started dating Reginald Huggins at the beginning of grade 10. You guys were claimed to be the most innocent and cutest couple of the year. But only with a couple of people.

Though with your guys 'secret' only known to the losers club and a couple of scattered friends, you both knew that no matter what. The idea would not, and will not, be spread to the largest known Bowers gang.

Cause you both knew that would become shit for both of you.

Even though Henry didn't know about this relationship. He still bugged you. Not bad, as to Reggie would claim you weren't worth it. He still bugged you.

In class, in the hallways and even if he saw you doing something simple, like buying groceries for your mom.

He never took it too far. He would push at you, call you names and even flicked you here and there. But never once had he taken it this far.

You were sprawled out on the pavement of the road.

You had been walking home, it was a simple action. You were in high hopes because you finally got to paint your room f/c because your mom had actually bought the house.

With a small smile playing at your lips, you turned the corner.

Within a second you were thrown down on the ground. Your elbows and back were inflamed with pain.

Henry took a little bit before kicking you in the side causing you to gag on air. As your lungs burned from the lack of air you tried to revive.

It wasn't horrible. You dealt with this before so you did what you used to do. Cry silently and lay down and wait for it to be over with.

Until he climbed over you.

Memory's of your father burned your brain causing you to freak. You tried to kick, scratch even claw your way out of his grasp but he kept pressuring kisses to your skin. When you continued to fight, his fist collided with your jaw causing you to whimper and fall weak.

Every single part of your body felt numb until a taller man. Probably from one of the houses, had chased the other boys off. You noticed they hadn't been in Reggie's car. Meaning he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Meaning, that he didn't know.

The guy helped you up and let you inside his home so you could call your parents.

When your older brother Oliver picked you up, he didn't say anything. He looked at your bloodied face, your scratched up the skin and kept driving. Though you saw the pain in his eyes. The memories rising.