One of my favorite memories is seeing my best friend in person after 2 years apart. I saw her in the airport and just immediately hugged her. I cried, and I never do that in a public place. Ever. That type of friendship and connection…I cannot explain. True love.
How could I really thought you liked me? I knew you didnt then I saw you and you showed me the opposite?ä. Now I think you just wanted me at your house to get some love. Just to play with me. You’ve hurted me so bad without any hesitation. So fuck you. Go back to her I’ll be never good enough for someone like you. I put myself back together just as before but this time you wont get me down anymore.
Warning: This tale is for 18+ readers ONLY!!! Mentions of flashbacks: (rape, anal sex, non-con sex, abuse), severe bruising and injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression, humiliation, and some fluff to make us feel better. Smut comes later on in the story… Several chapters down the road… I promise!!!
If ANY of the warnings upset you or make you uncomfortable, DO NOT read below the cut! go find something else to read in this case.
If you are okay with reading those things then enjoy the tale below the cut.
Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. I do not own Henry nor do I have any personal knowledge of him besides what is common knowledge amongst the Cavillary. Any mistakes and typos are mine, story is not beta-tested. GIF I got from the tumbler search thingy.
Sunday morning arrives and it
is cloudy and raining. Henry lays on the bed, listening to the pitter-patter of
the rain hitting the trailer as you sleep, head still on his Pec. Arms wrapped
around his broad chest and fingers holding his shirt. your body still wrapped in the comforter burrito. Neither of you shifted
positions as you slept, and he still has his cheek resting against your head.
The scent of peppermint still comforting his thoughts. He smiles realizing you
seemed to sleep through the night with no nightmares this time. He hopes you
finally got some much needed rest.
heres a wip ill definitely never finish, its from a story me and some friends are doing a 1920s mafia thing v great those two are best friends but ike, my character, is a s i mp <3 shes holding a white rose and hes got a yellow acacia in his hair