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Cause you are water, twelve feet deep, and I am boots made of concrete
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The tall figure came into my eye sight and gasp loudly in fear and other emotions swinging around them as they pulled me gently inside.

"Is your bones broken? Who do I have to jump? Do you want me to-" I interrupted the voice and stared into their eyes as I spoke.

"Henry, calm down. C-can I just us-"
Time for Henry to abruptly leave and the sound of grabbing things and putting them in another room before coming back. I had my arms cross over my chest as I try to hide the smile to know someone cares.

He mumbled a joke under his breath, maybe to calm his senses, before picking me up, bridal style.

"Shut up, I know what you're thinking. You help me a lot Scarlet, let me just help you."

He plop me on the couch gently before aiding scratches on my arm that I hadn't notice and wrapping it.

He was really close to my face, about maybe an inch or two, concentration was key as he aided me. I noticed small, faint freckles that I finally noticed.

I been his friend for years upon years, and I know that it is stupid to not notice, but he never got that close to me. Inches apart from our lips touching or so. He had a respectful mind and wouldn't push his limits. Sometimes I wish he did, will not lie.

"Okay, tell me what happened." He said, as he eyes showed a disapointment in his eyes, like something other then me coming to his house covered in bruises and cuts...but I can't put my tounge on it. Maybe my disapointment showed that he pulled away from me.

The even thought of kissing this innocent soul made my cheeks burn.

He restated the question as my thoughts got in the way of me realizing I forgot that I didn't answer.

My heart fluttered a bit and I felt sick to my stomach as I told the truth. About everything.

He deserves to know.

His soft lips had a fine line and didn't open or interrupted as I talked. When I was finally done, he spoke again. His voice didn't show anger, sadness, just a firm and calm voice.

"Scar...I believe you. I trust you, really. And...I think we should just get you fully cleaned up and tomorrow, Saturday, we will figure about what you can do when you go to sleep."

I nodded and he brought his hand up, hesitated, before using his thumb to brush away tears that I hadn't felt run down my face as I was talking.

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I got cleaned up, as if it was mentally and physically.

Me and Henry sat on the bed, silently for a few moments before he stood up and stretched.

"Okay, you can sleep on my bed. It isn't as uncomfortable as the couch," he laughed a bit, " do you want me to  change the covers, I mean not that I do anything bad or I smell,  but, like, people and germs..."

I smiled at him and shook my head. Henry over thinks when it comes to me sometimes.

"I'm fine, really...thank you Henry."

He gave me a grin and nodded before opening, locking, and then before he left said, "Goodnight Belleze," before closing it.

I laid down in his bed with the comforter over me. I was wearing an old shirt of his and a pair of shorts from his mother, that was on top of the dryer.

I felt comfortable.

Safe.

The room felt.. different from any rooms in my house. Like the walls as stuffed with memories of laughter and joy then mine being pain and screaming.

I closed my eyes to the sound of silence and peace that filled my senses. Before I knew it, I was passed out.

In the morning, I woke up and noticed the door was still locked and no one has came in here.

I sat up slowly. I looked around at the white walls that are filled with posters of music bands and glanced at his writing table that was filled with random things.

I decided to see if Henry is awake, even though there is a risk of getting in huge trouble.

I mean, I would be concern if there is a teenage girl in my son's room, wearing his shirt and doesn't look like I am wearing shorts since it is big on me.

He is six foot three, as I stand at five foot six.

I shook away the rambles in my mind as I unlocked the door and headed downstairs, quietly as possible.

"Belleze! Oh, it's an amazing hour ma'am, the cows are mooing, the horses are haying, and I'm styling!" Henry said in his "famous" cowboy voice.

I grinned at him and gave him a hug.

Maybe this can be fixed and when it's over, it will be a brighter day for the both of us...