~~~~~~
Cause you are broken, and I am such a wreck. I think we'd make a perfect match. Darling, I may not be everything you want, but I can give you all I have
~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up later then usual and everything was a bit off as I felt a warm arm wrapped around me. I open my eyes, still  in sleeplessness.

I saw Henry peacefully sleeping with his hair as a mess and his eyes having bags. He looked like he stayed up more then me and more then he should've. I cuddled closer, trying not to wake him up and closed my eyes.

Maybe this is home. The warm feeling in your heart that you may always go back to. The feeling of being needed and wanted.
Home.

He moved a bit before fully moving to see me, with my eyes closed still, and my head on his chest.

He took his open hand and began to pat my head, like a child that needs soothing as they cry and is the most unhappiest person in the world.

He doesn't try to wake me up or kiss me on the forehead, instead, just lays still.

I pop my head slowly up and smile as Henry laughs.

"You have the  most prettiest, messiest hurricane on top of your head, your hair looks Devine belleze."

I stuck my tounge out at him before laying my head back down.

"What does belleze even mean?" I asked in a mumbling tone, still trying to focus on waking my mind up to get to work.

"It means beautiful in Spanish." He responds directly, still as sleepy as me.

"Mmm....does your parents care your not home alot?" I asked.

"Belleze , my parents don't care about their eighteen year old boy going around at night, he is pretty sure to know to not go do drugs or so. You have so many fucking questions, it's not funny..." He said as he laughs a bit.

I take the answer before asking another one.

"Why haven't you kissed me?" I said, looking up. Henry was looking at my plain white walls.

"Is this a cop investigation?...I don't push people nor myself...I feel as if even if I want to, I know I shouldn't-" I interrupt his sentence by pulling my head up and putting my lips on his, the moment I waited for, for maybe years. For maybe forever.
The kiss was fast and short, as my cheeks flamed like flickering fire at a campfire. I shot up and walked out of the room.

"Get up lazy ass! We got shit to do!" I stated as I went to the laundry room to pick out new clothes for me and Henry.

I did  have a ping of regret, hopping my mother and father didn't hear me say that; as they would question me entirely and go through my room, probably throw shit around like a tornado going into natural causes. Yes, natural causes of their hands touching me with a force that I'm like a peice of fruit. A fruit that is firm, with that one side that has a nice big bruise on it from harsh looking at.
A fruit that never would be picked up and used ever. And usually thrown away. Maybe sometimes the fruit could be used, and the person is to just cut off that part and uses it. Doesn't matter to them, the fruit still has use and worth.
Henry is the person and I'm the fruit. Maybe the apple to his eyes.

I grabbed shorts that is a bit ripped and a black tank top for me, and tan kakis (from my father) and a sleeve less grey shirt as well.

I walked back to the room as confidently as I could.

"Here." I said as I threw the clothes at him as he smiled in a daze.

~~~~~~~~
Cause I'm broken, when I'm lonesome, and I don't feel right, you have gone away
~~~~~~~~~

We sat outside on a bench, as the summer heat hit our backs. My shirt clinged onto my back from the persperant forming.

My hair was tied up in a pony tail, high up from the trauma I had.

I remember a boy being on my bus in middle school, his name was Tyler, Tyler Hendershot. He was older then us as we were in sixth and he was in seventh. Such a sicko.

Me and Jessica were best friends back then, as we were on the same bus as well till she got her mother to drive her and then having her own car.

He would touch us, like a poke on our backs or a hand on our shoulder. Or just small things as we would curse him out or hit his hand to get off of us. His stupid horrid smirk would appear on his face everytime he had did this to us. To me mainly.

One day, it was a sunny, warm day, and I decided to wear a jean skirt and a flowy white shirt.

Such a mistake. He came on the bus and sat right next to me, as I was sitting alone and vunerable.

He inched closer as I screamed to get away, no one stood up to save me. The bus was already in movement as the bus driver couldn't help.

The closer he got, my heart paced even faster. His grin appeared at me, ready to do whatever he wanted pretty much at this moment.

Luckily, Jessica arranged a bench behind me and I immediately stood on the seat where I was and tumble across to the new one. I was save.

That was only one of his acts, as the next time he would attack, it would be more violent.

I let my hair down, it bounced around my shoulders all day long, and I was on the bus.

I was jubilant for the Friday. Intill the hell back home.

Tyler sat behind me as I ignored him fully. He wanted attention of course, the hungry monster wanted to eat the fears and pain.

He tugged on a peice of hair. Nothing much, I was okay. He did it a few times, and I stayed calm. The more hair he pulled, waiting for a reaction, a response. I stayed still and looked forward. At one point, he fully submerged his hand in my hair. And it got stuck as he wanted to take his hand out like a butter knife cutting butter. It obviously got stuck, and he got an idea to pull his hand up, making my head scream in pain. He pulled more and more and Jessica yelled at him and got his filthy pale hand out of my hair.

A clump of hair came out of my head. How I wanted to cry and scream, but I didn't. I held my breath.

He laughed and threw the clump of my hair at me before saying a sneer comment at me.

When he got off of the bus, I fully sobbed in pain. Jessica checked and assured me it wasn't bleeding.

When I did go home,
I immediately checked my head to make sure it wasn't bleeding or so myself, it wasn't.

That was probably the last time I would put my hair down. Or ever let anyone touch it.

So when Henry touched my hair outside, in the blazing heat, I give him a look and inch back a bit.

I might have let him touch it maybe a few times last night, doesn't mean I had fear in myself or the taunting memories replaying.

"Belleze, Im not going to hurt you." Henry says as he plays with my baby hair.

I take a deep breath and look at the sky of blues like the ocean and my mind.

"Henry, that teddy bear means something. I know it does. Something is in my house for a reason. And it is haunting me....us. it is a violent energy coming at us. I think something happened that is being swept under the cover....we need to find it, Henry." I stated, in a serious tone.

We have to figure this out. All in all.