Chapter one; Acceptance and secrets
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Excitement was taken over by nervousness as Henry sat in Abe's car as they drove back to the antique shop. Henry had to quickly make himself presentable before facing Detective Martinez.
"So let me get this straight, Jo saw you die?" Abe questioned in disbelief. Henry nodded as he dried his hair with one of the towels that Abe brought with him.
"Yes, Abraham. So it would be very much appreciated if you could go a little faster. I need to explain myself to her." Henry answered with an enormous sigh. He was trying to think of how he could explain this or rather tell her about his rather complicated condition.
"Well, are you going to tell her the truth this time, Pops? Since I don't see how you can lie and get off scot free." Abe stated the-matter-of-a-fact.
"Yes, Abraham. I see no reason why I shouldn't. I myself am growing tired of lying to her. She deserves the truth." Henry said with the best poker-face he could manage.
"Glad you came to your senses." Abe smiled broadly.
It only took Henry a fifteen minutes to dress in his usual attire before he grabbed his coat and made his way down stairs into the shop. He was about to grab his son's car keys, even though he hasn't driven in over forty years and his licence expired in 1955, when a distressed knock on the shops door made him look in that general direction. Jo was standing outside the shop with wide and shocked eyes. He could see her body visibly stiff as he walked to the door. He took a deep breath and thought, 'Now or never, Henry.'
His heart was literally pounding in his throat now. Hell, he's never been this nervous. Fear gripped his heart as he remembered Nora's reaction. What if Jo did the same, but no, she would believe him. After all she did see him die… He felt guilt replace his fears. She suffered while watching him bleed to death. He quickly unlocked and open the door. He awaited her reaction as he stood in the door way of the shop. He could see from where he stood that her heart rate picked up and her breathing became faster and faster. When she could see it was in fact him, her Henry she immediately leaped forward and through her arms around his neck.
" Damn' it Henry! You have a lot of explaining to do." She sobbed into the crook of his neck. His breath caught in his throat as he could hear the sadness… and acceptance in her voice. He nodded as he held tightly onto her. He could feel her grip tighten around his neck as if she thought that if she were to let go he would disappear again forever.
"I most certainly do, but it's a long story." He said truthfully.
"Don't worry I've got time." She answered as she tightened her hold.
"I'll make the tea!" Abe shouted as he appeared from nowhere and jogged up the stairs, making both of them laugh. Henry moved out of the way so that Jo could enter. He closed the shops door and followed her to their living quarters.
The nervousness he obtained a mere two hours ago was now definitely replaced by fear. Henry paced in the kitchen uncertain of what to do. Jo had asked to be alone for a while as she thought some things through on the roof, but Henry's paranoia got the best of him and he kept on pacing back and forth… back and forth.
Abraham on the other hand was debating on who to comfort. Jo was on the roof trying to make sense of it all, though Abe believes that she believes Henry it's just a lot to take in, but on the other hand his father was in the kitchen deciding which country would be the most suitable to run to. He sighed heavily as he picked up the bottle of scotch he offered Jo about half an hour ago and chose his destination.
"I know exactly what you are thinking, Pops and there is no way in hell you are going through with it." Abe said as he entered the kitchen.
"You saw the expression on her face, Abraham. She probably thinks I'm a freak of nature, or she thinks I'm a total lunatic and is debating which mental hospital will be the best option." Henry exclaimed as he dramatically through his arms in the air.
"I swear that I'm the father in this relationship…" Abe muttered to himself, but continuing none the less. "Pops, you are completely over reacting and if you don't get your immortal ass up there I will tell her about the time you died from syphilis." Abe threatened with a sly smirk. Henry eyed his son carefully.
"You wouldn't dare…" Henry tried to convince him that his son was bluffing, but didn't find any of the sort in his eyes.
"Try me, Pops."
Jo took a deep breath as she tried to make sense of what Henry had just told her and as a detective she could almost make sense of every obstacle in her way, but this was so much different. Of course she believed every word Henry had told her. She was only on the roof to figure out if she was sleeping or if she was completely insane, but unfortunately in wasn't either on and her glass of (expensive, might she add) scotch was running low. Her head swung around as she heard someone's footsteps shuffle behind her. She immediately made eye contact with the immortal himself.
"Abe thought you could use another drink, so did I." He added as he took a step closer. She nodded, not hesitating a moment for the chance of more alcohol. He walked hesitantly closer and then slowly pored her some of the scotch. Ones the glass getting close enough to the edge Henry stopped poring.
"So two-hundred years of immortality? Sounds kind of lonely?" Jo said as she downed the contents of her glass.
"Believe me it is and in some way was, but sometimes I found something to live for again. This time it was you and Abraham." Henry said with a sad but happy smile. Jo smiled back at him before continuing. With a noticeable blush as clear as daylight on her cheeks.
"I just want to know why you kept your secret for so long. You lived with the wait on your shoulders every day." Jo said with a sad expression on her face. Henry hesitated before answering, but he continued. He knew the lies were enough.
"I was married when I first died back then. Her name was Nora. She was my first wife before Abigail. I told her months later when she couldn't bare the secrecy anymore. The next day a carriage stopped in front of our house. Nora had went behind my back and consulted with a physician. She send me away to Charing Cross Asylum…" Henry said as he felt unshed tears burn in the corner of his eyes. Jo held her hand over her mouth. She was completely shocked.
"Oh, Henry. I couldn't… I wouldn't…" Jo started but the shock of what she had just been told had swallowed her voice.
"It might have just been the fear that prevented me, Jo, but centuries isn't enough to heal that wound of my past." Henry said as silent tears stubbornly made their way over his cheeks. Henry took a deep breath before recollecting himself. "Well, I certainly think that we had enough drama for one night. So I suggest you join us for dinner so I can share the rather spectacular memories of my past with you and there is quite a few." Henry said with his signature grin clear on his face.
"I love to, Henry." Jo said with a soft smile that made his heart skip a beat. "Oh and Henry…" Jo said getting his attention ones more. He glanced at her again just as he was about to head for the door. "Thank you, for trusting me." Jo said as she placed a soft kiss on his cheek before entering the apartment. Henry smiled to himself. He couldn't wait for his adventure with her.
I really hope you guys enjoyed this. Please review and please, please tell your friends if you like my story, but I already have an idea who the antagonist is gonna be and he has quite an enormous revenge plan. P.S Sorry that the first chapter was in bold. I got confused somehow... XD Muwhahahahahaha… But until next time I'm out.