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Henry takes out the DVD from the Blueray player and looks over to the corner of the room, shuddering as he sees the clown from the movie in the corner of the room. He blinks rapidly and runs up the staircase, turning on his bedroom light.

He walks into the bathroom, brushing his teeth, but leaving the door open, much differently than he normally does when he gets ready for bed. He throws his shirt on as well, walking into the main part of his room and closing the bathroom door before turning the light off and going to lay down in his bed.

He looks up at the little glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, the window; anything to distract him from the images flowing through his head about what he saw in the movie. He shakes his head and closes his eyes, trying to think about something else besides the horrifying images that might just be permanently residing in his brain.

He gets up and closes the blinds and curtains to his window before laying back down. He reaches over and turns on the noise machine beside his bed, the one that he only uses every so often when he needs to take his mind off of the noises coming from the house and the people outside of it.

He closes his eyes tightly, hoping that he does it hard enough, the pictures will mix in between the many colors taking over the backs of his eyes. He sighs, reaching onto the nightstand and turning on the lamp before taking out his book, reading a few pages of it before setting it away. It seemed to have done the trick while he was reading it, but once he put it down, he was reminded of why he needed it in the first place.

He takes out some of the sleeping pills that his parent's let him keep in the drawer, only for the worst sleeping nights, and took two of them with the glass of water sitting on top of the nightstand. He sighs and lays back down, letting the pills do their job over time and eventually falling asleep forcefully.

Then, BAM! He's awake again and he's not falling back asleep anytime soon. His heart hammering in his chest and his mind spinning, he races to his parents room and goes and lays down beside his mom in his father's place, wondering why he isn't there for a split second before remembering that he was at his grandfather's for the night.

Emma rolls over at the extra weight on the bed to find her twelve year old son laying there, absolutely petrified. Sweat running down his face and breathing faster than could possibly healthy, he turns and looks at her. "Henry, what's wrong?" she asks sleepily, wondering why he could possibly be awake and one in the morning.

He looks up at the ceiling and mumbles something completely incoherent. She tilts her head towards him and he repeats it louder this time. "Dad let me watch the scary movie, the one about the clown. I had a nightmare," he says and Emma sighs, looking over at the window and closing her eyes tightly. Fan-freakin-tastic.

She nods and pulls him into her arms, holding onto him tightly and he soon falls asleep. Part of her wants to text Neal and ask him what could've possibly possessed him to think that letting Henry watch even a clip of that movie would be a good idea, but she knows it's pointless. Her boyfriend, as much as she loves him, could make some pretty foolish decisions sometimes and she was normally the one that would have to correct them, this one included.

She slowly begins to fall asleep alongside her son, making a mental note to call Neal out on his error in the morning when he gets home from his father's house.

The alarm goes off the next morning and Emma's up, getting dressed and running downstairs to make a breakfast just like every morning. She opens the fridge only to find that they don't have eggs and she sighs, closing it and going to the counter to grab a muffin when the door opens and she freezes, looking towards it.

Lo and behold, there stands Neal, a grocery bag in hand and his backpack over his right shoulder. "Hey, I stopped at the store and got some eggs, I thought we wou- Whoa, okay, what's with the murder stare?" he asks upon turning around. A murder stare couldn't even begin to describe the look in her eyes. If looks could kill, he'd be dead and ten times over.

She bites her lip and stands, taking the bag from him and putting the eggs in the fridge. She couldn't filter many of her thoughts right then, but the one that she could was the decision that the eggs would be on him, not a pan, if they stay out for this conversation they're about to have.

She leans against the counter, her hand on it and her head tilted to the side. "Did you let Henry watch that movie last night?" she asks and he nods, setting his backpack down on the couch and she sighs, looking over at him as he walks back over and looks at her fearfully. "The one that I specifically said that he couldn't watch until I'd seen it?" she asks and he nods sheepishly.

She lets out a huff, clenching her fist up and squinting her eyes closed as best she can. "Neal, really? I mean come on! He's terrified! He came into our room at one in the morning to come and sleep with me because he had a nightmare! What were you thinking?" she asks and he opens his mouth in shock as she begins yelling profanities, making him wonder just how badly this movie might have scarred their son.

After a few minutes she stops and he nods, looking down at the ground and sighing. "I'm sorry. You were right, I wasn't thinking. I should've thought about it before I let him see it and I won't let him see any other horror movie ever again. I promise," he says and she sighs, looking over at him and nodding curtly before opening the fridge and taking the eggs back out.

She watches him mope for a few minutes after that and she realizes that what she said might have been a little much. She walks over to him at the table and gives him a hug, closing her eyes and smiling a bit. "I'm sorry I said those things. I was just mad because Henry got scared. I still love you," she promises and he smiles, hugging her back before she walks away and continues on breakfast as if nothing happened.

That night, Henry stays with them sleeps like a rock through the whole night.