You hung out with the Bowers gang. Unawarely; you weren’t a member, nor a simple compliance. Moreover — you were a stranger to the things the four boys had done formerly and presently do.

And that’s the way they kept it — the way they liked it.

They met you at an arcade. A unfamiliar face — that would soon become unforgettable. You hadn’t heard of them either, they guessed you were new. They were right.

Course; you didn’t attend their school, like they figured — for the matters; you were a tad bit younger than them; a year or two later. You then were pratically the only kid untouched by them in town.

But one day you encountered what they never wanted you to see. Stumbling upon them hovering around a short, plump boy.

Eventually; your pace slowed — not because you wanted it to; and certainly not because you thought you were safe. Hell, you were no where nears away from them; you knew they were on your trail. Maybe not close, but not far off.

As much as you tried to prevent it — to hold onto that stamina; you soon came to an unexpected halt as a pair of long arms grabbed and wrapped around your waist; pulling you back.

Patrick; with a grin on his face, as if he hadn’t previously been holding down a boy — that looked way younger than him — down while Henry played with a knife above him, tracing the skin beneath; even if it was just a mere threat.

The other three boys with pants exhaling and letting loose — Patrick turned his head, and yours; which he made you with his hand holding your chin to force and make you look — which most of those breaths were out of relief — came hot on the path; and saw the two of you.

With a coy smirk, Henry shook his head, lowering it to the dirt to gaze at; presumably — Patrick came up with the idea of taking a random short cut. You had to give the props to him for his use of his brain; which he didn’t use so often.

“Shit,” Henry huffed — drifting his brown eyed gaze back up to where you were held. He holds up his hands as if to surrender, “We can explain, we swear.”