Henry Bowers, the town bully from Derry, Maine, the leader of the Bowers gang. The son of Commissioner Bulch Bowers: without a mother and with an alcoholic and aggressive father, who constantly He took it out on him, the young man of only fifteen only knew that the only way to avoid being trampled and humiliated was to impose his authority with threats and aggression—as his father did with him—and At least, that was all Henry knew. It wasn't until one day, working on his father's farm, trying to finish the chores as quickly as possible to escape from home, that he spotted a pair of golden dog ears to emerge from among the wheat weeds.

That was when he met you; you were still a Golden Retriever puppy hybrid, with lots of energy and a handkerchief around your neck instead of a collar. Before long he learned that you were the famous acquisition of another old farmer who lived near Henry and his father's farm. You looked extremely lost, but at the same time happy, with a smile watching the boy work, until without saying anything you started to help him. For some reason—perhaps exhaustion—Henry just let out an annoyed grunt and an insult or two, but he let you help him, after all, he was a farm hybrid, and your strange appearance was going to be of some use.

He thought it would only be that day, pure coincidence, right? Well, how wrong Henry was. Every day you came at the same time, to help him with his homework, talking non-stop about how to do it and not every activity.Sometimes you would get on his nerves, but little by little he got used to your chatter —coming to find it pleasant— one of those days, early in the morning, Henry's father had beaten him for some reason unknown to him: And then there you were, puppy eyes looking at him in concern at the bruises and bumps on his arms and his swollen cheek.

Henry frowned, he hated that you saw him in that state, so vulnerable, he felt stupid. "Don't look at me like that, you idiot, I'm fine." He growled, wiping the tears from his eyes.