Chapter 7

                                    

                                          
Third Person P.o.v.
                          
Things had been going well for Willow. She had been doing well thanks to  
Henry working with her, and learned a lot about the animatronics and was becoming used to her job. She was given objectives from the boss and successfully got them done. 
She also got to know the other guards better and soon was no longer shy and timid as much as Fritz thought she was on day one. She became more relaxed in a place where it had felt like home to her.
                          
She was just working on an animatronic that was supposed to be on the stage in a few minutes for the children when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Henry and felt a warm smile on her face as she hugged Henry who was hugging her back. 
                          
Willow didn't know why, but every time she and Henry hugged, she felt a warmth sense of comfort and love that eased her pained heart that went through nothing but hatred for most of her life. 
                          
For some reason, Henry gave her a reason to smile. She felt her most happiest with him.
                          
Henry had been checking up on her every now and then and kept a close eye on her. He made sure that her bandages were changed regularly and were being treated properly so they could heal quicker and feel better. His arm had also healed quickly as well, as if nothing was wrong in the first place. He was supposed to return to the Doctor to get the stitches removed next week.
                          
Henry ran his fingers through her hair gently, making Willow shiver a bit, her back tingling. Henry was a bit surprised by her reaction. She had never done that before. This was new. He looked at her, and then experimentally ran his fingers through her hair, being as gentle and careful as can be. 
                          
The reaction he got was a slight squeak coming from Willow, her back tingling as she shivered slightly. 
                          
Henry smiled. "You okay, Will?" He said softly as he ran his hand through her hair again, witnessing the same reaction. 
"Y-yeah, just- just keep going," she replied, her hands on Henry's shoulders now. 
                          
"You sure?" He looked her, watching as she was collecting herself. 
                          
"Yeah, I like it when you do it," She replies softly, almost too quiet to hear.
                          
Henry smiled and continued to run his hands through Willow's hair, his touch being as sweet and caring as can be. His hands were extremely gentle and cautious and roamed around in an almost playful and loving manner. 
                          
Although Willow didn't want to admit it, she liked the way Henry ran his hands through her hair. His touch was calm, soothing, and familiar. She liked with how caring and loving he was being, as she had never really felt the comfort in anyone's touch with her unlike her father. He never was careful or gentle at all in general with her. It was always violence, getting smacked in the face, hearing curses and slurs from her and threats to harm her if she did something wrong in his eyes or broke his rules. 
                          
When Henry came into her life, she had felt like something had came into her life that was supposed to save her, like a sign. She scoffed in annoyance a bit as she realized how small and afraid she was, but she didn't regret meeting her best friend that made school life tolerable, helped with school and her problems, and made her feel complete. 
                          
She shivered and squealed a bit when Henry had ran his hand through a certain area of her hair, enjoying the feeling that he gave her. 
                          
Henry smiled and hugged her with his free arm, loving with how adorable and cute she was.
                          
Just as it seemed like the two were enjoying each other's company, their short moment of being together was interrupted by Scott, who had entered after knocking at the front side of the door which was open. 
                          
"Oh, hey, Scott," Henry said as he met eyes with him, not really caring that he was there in the same room as him. 
                          
But Willow did, and she tried to escape Henry's grasp, but unfortunately Henry didn't release her from the hug, and rubbed her back softly to ease her. Her face immediately heated up as she got lost in his soft gentle touch and became calm again. She had to get used to people walking in on them when she felt really relaxed. 
                          
Scott hadn't seen Willow so relaxed before. When Henry's not around, she doesn't talk and is usually very quiet and keeps to herself. 
                          
"Hey, Henry," Scott said as he walked closer to them. Eventually Henry let Willow go, who was completely flustered and she avoided eye contact, her purplish silver eyes looking in her direction instead of Scott's and her face feeling heated by her blushing lightly. 
                          
"I'm just here to bring to you two's attention that you will be working the night shift again tomorrow night," He said as he heard two reactions that were completely different from each other.
                          
Henry had sighed of slight annoyance as Willow sighed of relief. Henry didn't want to drag Willow around with his jobs and make her feel like she had to take care of most of his objectives, while Willow was a different story. She would rather be anywhere right now other than her apartment at the moment.
                          
Unfortunately, Willow and Henry didn't start discussing about her father or the issues yet, mainly because Willow didn't want to make Henry worry about her and avoided the question and work was mostly keeping both parties busy. 
                          
When Scott has left, Willow got back to working on an animatronic when Henry has asked her, "Willow?" 
                          
She didn't look up as she responded, "Yeah, Hen?"
                          
"When are we going to talk about your father and discuss the issues?"
                          
She immediately dropped her wrench and it dropped with a metal thud sound. 
                          
She didn't know what to do, or how to respond to that. She honestly didn't want to talk about it here at work. The thought of discussing about a man that hurt her so much in the past, especially when anyone or Scott could come back waltzing in to hear that, it just made her feel sick and paranoid about it. 
                          
"Hen...we'll talk about it soon, okay? Just not now." 
                          
"But Will-" 
                          
"Not here, Hen." Willow said as she looked at him with pleading eyes, practically almost begging for him to not talk about here where others could eavesdrop and hear. 
                          
Henry sighed, realizing the outcome of talking about the situation in public here at work. He didn't want to make Willow uncomfortable. In fact, that was his last thing to do when he was with her.
                          
"Okay, just let me know when." He said, having slight worry in his voice. 
                          
"Okay," she replied back. 
                          
Willow was going to talk about it eventually, but now was just not the time. She just needed time to think about it carefully and figure out what she could do with Henry to stop it.
                          
Henry was becoming worried for her. They haven't even discussed about what they were going to do yet. It almost felt like Will was hiding something she didn't want Henry to know about, but what was it? 
                          
He hoped she would keep her promise and talk about it with her.