Henry Grimm watched his hometown, FerryPort Landing, zoom by with sorrowful eyes. He was leaving his home for the first time, and he had never felt so alone.

He turned away from the window, once the 'welcome to Ferryport Landing' sign that he and his brother Jacob had graffitied all over on zoomed by.

Henry ran a hand through his hair and gritted his teeth. He just needed to get away. Even for a little while. Get away from the town which his father had died in, from the town which almost everybody hated him in.

He leaned his head back against the window, remembering earlier in the morning;

"Henry! Henry, where are you going?" Relda Grimm asked, trying to stop Henry from throwing his clothes in his suitcase.

"What does it look like he's doing, mom? He's leaving." Jake slurred drunkenly. He let out a chuckle and leaned back in his chair.

"Shut the hell up, Jake!" Henry snapped.

Relda looked torn, as she glanced between her two sons. "What has happened to you?! You two were so close!"

"What happened, mom, was that dad died. And I killed him." Jake answered.

Relda winced. "It wasn't your fault, Jacob! And I told you to stop drinking! Your father's funeral is this afternoon!"

Jake shook his head. "I'm leeeeaving." He said. "I can't stay here. People hate me."

Relda shook her head exasperatedly. "We can talk when your sober, Jacob. You aren't thinking right."

Henry glanced at his mom with a pained expression. "Mom, I'm leaving too." Relda paused and then turned to look at him.

"Leaving?" She asked, her voice cracking. Henry nodded firmly. He couldn't change his mind. He had to get away from here. Away from all the death and hate.

"But why?" She asked. Jake laughed, and threw his empty beer bottle on Henry's bed. "'Cause he hates me, mom."

Henry shook his head. "No, Jake. It's just... With dad gone..."

Relda's face was sad, but there was understanding in her eyes. "Go, then, Henry. If it makes you feel better, go. Just stay for your dad's funeral."

Henry nodded with a grimace. Relda turned to leave but stopped at the door. "No matter what, Henry, remember that I love you."

She left, as Jake burst into drunk laughter.

Henry stared up at the hotel he was staying at. It was a tall building, but seemed cozy in a way.

"Watch it!" A bicycler sent Henry the finger and rode off. Henry stared after him, and then shook his head.

New York was so different from Ferryport Landing. There were tall buildings instead of houses. Taxis and cars ran by so fast, it was a wonder there wasn't an accident. Plus, it was chilly.

Henry wrapped his jacket tighter around him and stepped into the building. He was met with a warm atmosphere.

There were a few couches scattered here and there, and a fire crackled in the fire place.

A man was sitting at the front desk, and Henry walked up to him.

"Would you like a room, sir?" He asked, eyeing Henry.

Henry decided to try speaking like the New Yorkers he saw outside.

"Yo, man, I want a room." He said, buffing up his chest.

The man wrinkled his nose and had Henry sign some papers and pay.

Then he handed Henry the key. "Is that all?" He asked warily. He had been trying not to burst from anger at the way Henry was speaking to him.

"Yo, yo, of course, man."

Henry liked his room. There was a simple one- person bed, a flat screen T.V., blue walls and a few couches. Plus, there was room service.

He made himself comfortable and the used the hotel phone to call his mom.

"Hello?"

Henry smiled at her voice. "Hi, mom. It's me, Henry."

"Are you okay? Where are you? Did you eat? Did you settle down? Did you forget anything?"

Henry rolled his eyes at her questions. He was 24 and she still worried over him as if he was 10.

"Mom, I'm fine, calm down. I'm at a hotel, I ate and no, I didn't forget anything."

"Oh, I'm just so worried! Jake left after the funeral too! I just... I lost both of my boys!"

Henry furrowed his eyebrows. Jake had left too? How could he have left their mom alone?

Then Henry shook his head. That was hypocritical of him. If anything, Jake needed a vacation from Ferryport Landing. He needed to get away from the place where a death happened that he blamed on himself!

"I'm sorry, mom. You still have Mr. Canis."

"Of course. I'm glad you think of him as a part of the family now."

Henry rolled his eyes. "Okay."

"Call me everyday, okay, sweetie?"

"You sound like a stalker." Henry lied.

"Henry Gri-"

"Joking!"

"I have to go, take care of yourself. I love you. And please call your brother soon. I know you two didn't leave off on a good note, but-"

"That's an understatement."

"Try to talk to him. I love you."

"Love you too."

Henry set the phone down when he heard a click and stared at the phone. Should he call Jake?

They hadn't left off at a good note at all. At the funeral, Jake had shown up, sober and dressed well.

But the things he had said in the speech...

Henry set his gaze away from the phone, and slipped on his jacket. He was going to explore New York City, maybe find a place to live. Anything that took his mind off of Jake.

When he got downstairs, he saw a curly- haired blonde talking to the man at the front desk. Henry furrowed his eyebrows.

Was that... Goldilocks?

Puckabrinalover: A.k.a. Am ( I wrote this chapter)

Authors Note: ugh, I don't like the ending

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