Chapter 8

Henry grabbed his gun and moved away from the bar and sat by himself in a corner. Shane was still at the bar getting drunker by the hour.

Henry couldn't help but think if all had gone as planned, he and Trish would now be on their honeymoon instead of hiding out with what few friends they had left in a dilapidated boathouse with guns at the ready, willing to shoot the first thing that moved.

He couldn't imagine what was going through Trish's mind. If not for their wedding, none of their friends and family would have come to the island, only to be slaughtered. Henry watched Trish as she sat talking quietly to Shea. How did he, just an average guy, make it with someone as special as her? It had never seemed real, less so now, now when all their lives were in danger. She was the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. She was beautiful both on the inside and on the outside. She didn't deserve this.

Henry had to admit that up until the fateful wedding rehearsal he had had doubts about the wedding. Cold feet, and not because he wasn't sure if he loved Trish or if he wanted to marry her. He did love her and he did want to marry her. HER. Not the Wellingtons, which is exactly what he had been thinking when that thing came crashing down on her father. Strangely, he hadn't thought about that until now.

Checking his pockets for extra ammo, and then clutching his shotgun, Henry took up watch at the window. He would love dearly to get a clean shot at whomever it was that was doing these awful things. Abby was his friend true enough, but if her dad showed himself, Henry wouldn't hesitate blasting him straight to hell. It had to be her dad. There was no other plausible explanation, especially after Madison said he had taken her.

So much had happened that he hadn't had time to process. None of them had. What he did realize was that he needed to get Trish off this damn island. He had failed JD. He could not, would not fail Trish. He'd eventually make her understand that they could start their lives together, the two of them, without the pressures of the Wellington legacy. Hell, now they'd have the nightmares of their stay on Harper's Island and therefore, he would need to do whatever was necessary to erase these awful memories from her mind -- and his own. He would do anything just to see her smile again.