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A Thousand Leaves

The Eyes of A Son - Part 6

Characters: The character Henry is inspired by several of Bill Skarsgård's characters but mostly The Kid from Castle Rock. The rest are my own original characters.

Setting: The story is set in the early 90s in a nameless town.

Warnings: 18+, abuse, violence, death, blood and diseases, age difference, smut, kinks and fetishes, jealousy, victim blaming, smut, religion.

Notes: This chapter can be triggering!

Eric Kiehl was a man of reason even if his wife was far from it. While she believed in the most spiritual teachings he didn't really believe anything of it. Religion had beautiful stories but nothing more than that. He was sure of it.

He knew his wife Bea was fascinated by the young man they had let move in with them. Tha tall, skinny boy had been through a lot but she made him to something more. Everything she thought was special with him was something spiritual, otherworldly. Eric had also liked the boy, something in him made him think about their son, Isaiah. Their son had died tragically in a boat accident and had left the family and their home empty. It was strange meeting Henry. He didn't look like Isaiah but both he and his wife recognized the warmth and eyes full of love from their son. Attributes they had never seen in their daughter.

But things had changed. He could still see his son in Henry sometimes but he could also see something else. It was strange seeing Bea and her female friends around him, giggling like school girls. He had even seen them touch him. First he believed they took advantage of him. Used the fact that Henry was weak mentally to be able to touch a young handsome man but then he saw it. Henry's smirk. His hands caress the women's waists. Even his wife's. His daughter was the same and showed a side of herself he didn't like. She was jealous and controlling. And he had heard them. Having sex. He had heard Henry having sex with other women too. He didn't even know who they were. Henry invited them into their home when it was dark and slept with the women in his son's old bed. His wife didn't believe him and continued to care for him like he was a wounded puppy. One day he finally got her to agree to help Henry to find something of his own.

They were about to tell it to the boy, make him understand he must learn to take care of himself but something stopped those plans. Henry's wounds, the wounds his wife called stigmata, started to bleed and didn't stop. Just like Jesus'. Bea was sure it was stigmata. The man was a saint.

Henry had asked for him to drive him to the hospital. Of course he did and when he looked back at Henry he could see his son again. Henry felt like Isaiah at that moment and he would care for him like he was him.

×××

Irma and Bea sat and watched Henry sleep. The doctors thought he had some unusual form of hemophilia and would try every possible treatment for it. But it was much they didn't want to tell Bea and Irma, they noticed. Of course, Henry was a grown up and there were things they couldn't just tell them without his consent. Irma looked at the doctor curiously. They stood outside the room's window and talked with serious faces. But one of them also laughed and dragged a hand over his face. Irma didn't want anything more than to hear what they talked about.

She heard her mom crying next to her. She didn't look at her. She was a bit tired of her mother's big feelings especially when Henry was her boyfriend and she didn't cry as much as her mother. It was silly, she acted like he was her son.

In the waiting room sat Eric but he wasn't alone. Five women sat in the waiting room. Two of them he recognized as his wife's friends, another he recognized as his colleagues' daughter. He didn't think so much about it until he heard the women say Henry's name. Over and over. They were all there for Henry. Married women and girls that hadn't even celebrated their twentieth birthday.

Eric thought back on Henry in the car. The eyes from their son. He was special, the women probably just felt it too. He thought about his son and Henry. How Henry would stay with them. He sat looking out the window when several people started to scream. He looked around confused and then looked down at the floor. Like an army they came from nowhere. They came from all directions. Crickets and cockroaches.

×××

The hospital staff moved the patients to other sections of the hospital and forced the visitors to leave. Family Kiehl heard people talk about how the insects must have lived in the walls and Irma thought the same. They had lived in the walls and maybe a small earthquake or something made them come out. But her mother had another theory.

"Don't you understand? It's Henry! The stigmata and now this? It's like Moses in Egypt!"

Irma didn't know what her mother talked about. They sat in the couch group in the house of the Kiehl couple, all three of them.

"So what? Is he Moses?" Asked Irma uninterested. Her mother had started to go too far in her thoughts. She sounded like a lunatic.

"He is the savior. He has come back. Judgement Day is near."

Irma gave her mother a look of mocking.

"I didn't know you were like, christian? I thought you were all for nature and stuff."

Her mother nodded with big eyes. She looked out in the air.

"But Henry has shown me the truth."

Irma didn't know how she should answer her mother and sat quietly. She thought back on Kevin's story. Maybe there was some truth to it. It actually seemed like Henry had saved all those women from their awful husbands.

Eric sat quietly, he just listened in the beginning but then shut off. He knew more than the women in his family. He had seen other sides of Henry. He once again thought back on the moment in the car. His son's eyes. But then he remembered something else, something he hadn't taken in at that moment. Henry in the rearview mirror. It wasn't his son's eyes. Henry's eyes were black as night and seemed to swallow the light around him. It was just a second. A second he hadn't thought about, like his brain didn't see it as anything important. It was strange how his brain had made it feel like something ordinary when he now realized he had seen the real Henry. The evil inside of him.

×××

Irma answered the phone at her parents house three days later. She often answered their phone because of old habits, it didn't feel like it was so long ago she had lived there.

It was Henry's doctor saying that he would be able to go home. The bleeding had stopped for now from the treatment and Henry had more energy. The news made Irma perk up and she thanked the doctor several times. She hadn't noticed her father stopping on the way to the kitchen to listen to her phone call in the hallway. He tried to understand what made his daughter so happy and thought about Henry. It felt like that was the only thing that could make the women in his family so happy nowadays.

"What was that all about?" He asked curiously. Irma gave him a surprised look and then looked around worriedly.

"Ehh… It was my job? They have heard I was here when they couldn't reach me at home."

Eric nodded a little but it felt like his daughter lied.

"And they gave me a new job," she said and faked a big smile but after having thought of Henry the smile became a real one.

"Oh, that's good, honey. But the article about Henry…?"

"Oh, yeah we will see."

Irma didn't want to write it anymore. He was a wounded man. A wounded man she loved.

She started to put on her outerwear and her father continued to look at her.

"Where are you going now?"

"Home. I need to prepare for the job."

Irma still smiled because she would go to the hospital. She would have Henry all by herself now. He was hers and her parents had started to forget that.

Henry sat on the bed when she came into the room. He wore his own clothes and smiled at her.

"Hey Irma," he said sweetly. His hands were still in bandages but now there were no bloodstains on it.

"Hey baby," she said back and with confidence she walked up to him and gave him a kiss. He looked at her surprised but then smiled.

"Again," he said with a low voice and laid his hands on her waist. Irma looked down at his big hands, it felt good having them there. She wanted his hands all over her. She gave him one more kiss but this time he deepend it, made her separate her lips so their tongues could say hello to each other. Irma giggled. Finally she got to be close to him again. There, her mother or young stupid girls couldn’t destroy their happiness. She straddled his lap and that made him lean back on his elbows.

"You want my cock, don't you?" He whispered.

Irma looked at him with big eyes. She could see they were completely black but right then and there it felt like it was a normal thing. It was nothing to react to.

"I don't want anything more…"

He looked down at his crotch and it made Irma do the same. With another guy she wouldn't be that girl that unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans but with Henry it felt like she would starve if she didn't. She didn't think about that they were in a hospital, with the blinds open. Anyone could see them.

She looked at his cock like it was a masterpiece. It was beautiful, so beautiful she sighed in wonder.

"Honey?" Said Henry and Irma looked up at him with all her senses pointed at him.

"I think you should ride me… And then I can give you a gift."

Irma nodded and took off all her clothes. Henry laid on the bed, looking at her with the black eyes and smirked by seeing her naked skin.

"That's a good example…" he whispered to himself with the same smirk.

Irma straddled his lap again and when she guided his cock to her opening he laughed.

"I will give you the best gift… My offspring."

×××

Irma looked at the man next to her in the passenger seat with a warm smile. She still saw that wounded man but also something more. She couldn't describe what it was. Maybe it was light? Or the opposite? It was something more she couldn't put her finger on but he was gorgeous, mesmerizing and sexy. She loved him. She even worshiped him even if that word didn't come up in her head when she looked at him. But she did.

"Can we go home to your parents? I just want to eat well and sleep…" he said sweetly. Irma really wanted to take him home to hers but she couldn't say no to him.

"Of course, baby…" she said with a smile and dragged her hand over his smooth neck. Henry smiled. She still saw the black eyes but still didn't react to it. It was just a part of him now.

×××

Eric came home to an empty home after having done some grocery shopping. It was nice to get some time alone and try to think about something else than Henry, the cockroaches and crickets. He knew Bea had her new age meeting and Irma had her job. He thought about stretching out the couch with a beer and maybe put on a video. He had bought some cheap ones in the video store. While putting the groceries in the fridge he heard it. A giggle. It didn't sound like either his wife or daughter so he furrowed his brows in confusement. When he heard it again he took one of the knives in the knife stand and armed himself. There was a woman in his home even if it was just him there.

"Hello? Who's there?" He shouted while spinning the knife in his hand nervously.

He didn't give an answer but instead heard a woman moan. It sounded like another woman he hadn't heard before. It must be Henry, once again he had taken an unknown woman to their home. But Henry didn't have a key. It was confusing but he still was sure it was Henry and that got confirmed when he heard Henry laugh.

"Eric? Your fucking pussy! Don't you dare to come in?" He shouted. Eric swallowed hard. He didn't like the insult and with a beating heart he walked into the living room where he had heard them.

Henry sat on the couch, completely naked and smirked with black eyes. Around him were all the women from Bea's new age group. Two of them took turns to jerk him off while a third sat between his legs with a lowered head. Eric didn't even want to think about what she was doing down there, so down low while Henry's feet were up on the coffee table.

"What the fuck…?" Eric said, dropping the knife from all the overwhelming feelings.

"Bea! Your husband is home!" Shouted Henry and let a fourth woman kiss his neck. Eric looked around confused until Bea came out from the bedroom as naked as all the others.

"I'm sorry Eric… But he is… The One," she said with a low voice. Eric just shook his head and was close to tears.

"What fucking is this?" He said. His voice broke by the tears in his throat.

"It's called an orgy. You should leave us alone if you don't want to see me fuck you wife just like I fucked your daughter."

Eric felt the tears stream down his cheeks and ran out from the living room, through the hallway and out on the porch. He cried loudly with such heavy chest pains it felt like a heart attack. He sat down on the stairs and tried to calm himself down. He breathed deeply for a long time, he couldn't even say for how long he sat there.

"Dad?" Are you okay?” He heard his daughter ask and he looked up. Irma stood in front of him and just behind her stood Henry. Both of them looked worriedly at him with big eyes. Eric looked at Henry in confusion at first but then the anger pushed in his chest and took over his body.

"You fucking little shit!!" He screamed and attacked Henry so violently Henry fell down on the ground. Eric gave him kick after kick in the head while screaming loudly.

"Dad! Stop! Stop!" Screamed Irma and tried to make her dad stop kicking Henry that laid curled up on the pavement.

He didn't stop until two of their neighbors took a hold of him. Eric cried violently and looked down at Henry who was completely bloody in his face. Almost all of their neighbors stood outside and looked at them, looking at Eric lose his mind. They saw how a man of reason became a monster.

Eric looked down at Henry who coughed blood while Irma sat with his head in her lap and cried.

"What is happening here?!" Screamed someone behind Eric. He recognized that voice all too well. He turned around and met his wife's eyes. She had both clothes and outerwear on and a new haircut. She shook her head and looked at him like she was terrified.

"How could you..?" She said and looked down at Henry. She also sat down next to Henry.

"Call an ambulance!" Said Bea and looked at her neighbors. "And the police," she said harshly and looked at her husband. Eric cried heavy tears. He didn't understand at all what was happening. Had he lost his mind?

Henry looked up at him with big eyes. His son's eyes but then smirked. His multicolored eyes got darker and darker and were soon so black they seemed to absorb the light around him.

"Please take him away from me…" he sobbed while looking at the women of Eric's family. His eyes were still black but the women didn't react to it.

"Of course. We will never ever let him into our life again," said Bea comforting and looked at her husband coldly even if he screamed of sadness.

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It wasn't hard for Eric to be released from the cops. He knew them all and none of them had seen what happened. But there was also one more thing. The police chief looked at him examining when he told them about Henry. The things that felt all too unbelievable he left out but he told them how he had made sexual approaches to both his daughter and wife and was on almost every woman close to them. The deputy next to the chief smirked amused but the older police looked at Eric with a serious expression.

"Can you leave us alone a bit?" He said to the deputy who answered with a confused look but walked out from the interrogation room.

"I've seen him. Outside of high school. Talking with the older students… The female students. I've always got bad vibes. He feels like the perverted type. And… One of the girls who I've seen him with is pregnant now. Her mother is on her way to move to run from the gossiping but her husband seems to want to stay here…" said the police with a low voice. He maybe shouldn't talk like that but it was just gossip, something Eric Kiehl could have heard somewhere else.

Eric nodded and let his thoughts go wild. The women he had taken home were maybe young girls. There was something really wrong with Henry.

"Can you check him up a bit? Like… See what you can find about the kidnapping?"

The police laughed.

"I don't even believe he got kidnapped. He just had gay sex and locked himself up."

"Why would he do that?"

"Who the fuck knows. I heard some things…"

Eric looked at him with big eyes and the police shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing I can tell you but it's fucked up shit."

When Eric got released he sat down at a bench close to the police office. He hadn't anywhere to go and didn't have energy to try to talk with his family. Henry had completely manipulated them. He really needed to find out more about the kid. Even the police chief thought the guy was creepy.

The town looked as sleepy as it always had done, there weren't many people out in the cold November weather but it had spread another coldness in the town Eric hadn't noticed and more and more young women realized they were pregnant…

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