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Broken Hearts: Chapter Two

Chapter One

Request: Ok, I don’t know if anyone’s asked or you’ve mentioned it, but can I get a part 2 to Broken Hearts, because that hurt. Love your stuff by the way.

Warnings: Language

It was a week and she hadn’t seen Henry since his confession. Duncan got better, though he still looked awful, his skin bruised much like a banana and his eyes still swollen shut from Henry’s fists.

Y/N tended to him when his mother was out, making sure he was getting along fine, but she could tell he was slightly frustrated at her for the ordeal. Everyone knew Henry and her dated, so it didn’t seem like such a coincidence that Henry chose Duncan of all people to hurt.

“I honestly don’t know why he picked you,” Y/N had exclaimed one day, tired of how Duncan was treating her. “All I saw was he was hitting you. I stopped it, didn’t I? Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” However, she still felt horrible for looking down the hallways for Henry’s figure to appear rather than her own boyfriend’s. Why did this one guy have such control over her? They broke up. He hurt her. She should stop thinking about him, but she can’t. And through all that resentment she couldn’t help but blame him. Her thinking about him, yearning for his attention – it was all of his fault.

Another week passed before she saw him again, wearing the same type of shirt with the sleeves cut off and his jeans torn in all the right ways. It was almost as if he didn’t leave. His group acted the same around him, not at all bothered that their leader disappeared for two weeks. They didn’t feel the longing Y/N felt. She watched as he passed her, not even sparing her a glance or an acknowledging nod. She frowned, slamming her locker door shut and taking off down to her next class, absolutely furious.

How could he do this to her? He breaks up with her, beats up her new boyfriend, confesses, disappears for two weeks, and then returns without even so much as looking her way. What was he trying to do? Was this her punishment for falling for Henry Bowers?She sat at her desk in Geometry, slamming her textbook open and peering through it without actually reading anything. She hated him, yet she loved him. How could one person feel something so complicated for someone who didn’t even seem complicated?

She felt a nudge at her elbow and turned, seeing Patrick Hockstetter giving her a creepy grin as he toyed with a pencil case in his long fingers. It was a good minute before he finally reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, giving it to her before turning back to the front, pretending to listen to the teacher. Confused, Y/N slowly unwound the paper and tried to read the smudged words that were printed across blue lines in red ink, that of a pen. She recognized Henry’s handwriting and pressed her nose closer, almost touching the paper to her face.

‘Meet me at the Kissing Bridge at lunch. If that faggot tries to go with you, I won’t hesitate to throw him off. Henry’ Y/N suspected the ‘faggot’ was Duncan. She bit her lip, trying to contain her excitement as she attempted to tune into the lesson Mrs. Bryerson was teaching, but she was too giddy at the fact she was going to be able to talk to Henry.

All that anger and hatred for him previously had suddenly disappeared, reasserting the very toxicity that was her relationship to him, but it didn’t matter. Even through all he put her through, she was attached to him. She knew it was wrong to feel this way about someone, but it didn’t matter. She missed Patrick’s eye roll directed at her, disgusted by her reaction at the fact she’d be meeting with his ‘friend’.

Periods rolled through and lunch arrived, Y/N trying to make sure nobody could see her as she began to make her way through the back exit, making sure her friends were well acquainted in a conversation that didn’t need her not to see her leave.

She didn’t make it to the door.

“Babe, where you going?”

Duncan had walked up, his tray in hand, one of his friends beside him making sure he wouldn’t trip or hurt himself. He could see a little bit now, but his vision was still blurred.

“I, uh…my mom called. She says I need to get home ASAP for an emergency.” Y/N lied quickly, giving a smile as she walked up and pressed a chaste kiss to his head. “I’ll be back in time for our debate meeting.”

“You don’t want me to go with you?” Duncan offered kindly, making Y/N wince. She felt so horrible for doing this to him. She needed to end things with him, she knew that, but she couldn’t do that right before meeting Henry in front of all their friends. That was even worse.

“No, it’s fine. I think it’s best if it’s just me. I promise I’ll be back. I’ll see you later,” Y/N waved, turning and leaving through the door, a teacher not batting an eye at the fact a student just left the premises. They needn’t care whether she get hurt or not. Derry never cared. Y/N sprinted off in the direction of the Kissing Bridge, a stitch in her side lengthening throughout her body as it finally came into sight, not a smidge of traffic going through. She saw him. He was leaning against the right side, twirling his knife in his hands distractedly as he stared toward the line of trees below, hiding the horrors within, or wild animals Y/N didn’t want to face.

“Hey,” she greeted breathlessly, slowing her jog to a walk as she approached, looking at him with a small smile. “I…got your note…obviously. That’s why I’m here. I just…I…what’s up?”Henry turned to her, his expression unreadable as it always was, but she read his eyes; she could see them soften as he took in her figure.

“Why did you bring me here?” she asked finally, unable to wait any longer. She hated not knowing what he was thinking.

“To talk, obviously,” Henry snapped.

“After two weeks of nothing?” Y/N scoffed. “You can’t do this. You can’t just tell me something like that and then leave! I didn’t know what happened to you!”

“You were worried?”

“Wha–no! No, I was just…I was mad that…that I couldn’t reach you when I needed to,” Y/N lied unconvincingly, her cheeks reddening and catching Henry’s attention.

“I’m fine. I just needed time to myself. ‘Course my old man didn’t know. Would take off down the block to ‘school’, then double back when his car would pass. He’s a dumbass,” Henry sneered before looking at her more seriously. “I wanted to call you, but…I didn’t.”

“What do you want to tell me, Henry?”

“I wanted to tell you that I meant what I said. I thought you were gonna realize you didn’t want me, and you were gonna leave. So I did it for you. I tried to move on, but…all those girls were either bitches or easy fucks that just wanted me in bed. Then you got with that f–“ Y/N cut him off quickly with an angry, “Duncan. His name is Duncan, Henry.”

“Fine, Duncan. You got with that shit head. It pissed me off. As if that fucker deserved you.” Henry spoke, his tone growing steadily angrier before he finally asked the question he was dying to let out, “Do you love him?”

“What?”

“Do you love him? Duncan?” Henry demanded again, firmer. She didn’t answer right away. She thought about it. She was so willing to break up with him earlier before she went to meet Henry. If that was so, she didn’t love him, right? Was he just a rebound? Her heart still belonged to Henry, right?

“No,” she answered finally, guilty. “No, I don’t love him.”

Henry smirked, biting his lip.

“What about me?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes.

“You broke up with me and got with several different girls, all in front of me. You hooked up with GRETTA,” she sneered. “And when I get with one guy, you beat him up!”

“You just said you don’t love him!” Henry yelled.

“That doesn’t make it okay!” Y/N retorted. Henry stood there, balancing on each foot uneasily as he stared, exasperated, at her. He wasn’t angry, but he was overly frustrated. He wanted her and he wasn’t getting her.

“Why did you think I was going to leave you?” Y/N asked, changing the subject.

Henry paused. “I’m not exactly the most likable guy in Derry. You pretty much been turnin’ every douche’s head without even realizin’. I guess I figured you’d choose them one of these days,” Henry answered, shrugging uselessly.

Y/N sighed, trying to calm herself down. She felt really overwhelmed at the moment. All of this was too much. She shouldn’t have come here. It was a bad idea. “I love you…so much,” she finally admitted, her voice cracking. “I love you so much that nobody else can ever measure up to you. I love you so much I’m willing to hurt other people for you. That…that isn’t right.”

Henry could only stare at her, his expression, for once, understandable. He was relieved and hurt at the same time, a combination of completely different feelings. Instead of saying anything, he cupped her face tightly in her hands and drew her into a rough kiss, his chapped lips pressing deeply against her softer ones. Despite herself, she kissed back, placing her own hands over his as she closed her eyes and leaned into him, his body like a blanket of heat and safety encasing her.

She knew this was wrong. She knew she was going to hurt so many people, Duncan especially. But the toxicity was wanted. She wanted Henry. And he wanted her.