Your uncle was easy to talk to so when he'd offer to take you on a drive, you'd accepted. You'd gone to adjust the radio, the back of your shirt had lifted, revealing a large dark bruise. He pulled over and inspected the bruises spread across your skin, varying in age and intensity "The hell are these from?" He demanded, you said that things had gotten out of hand with your girlfriend during an argument "That whore..." He muttered to himself as covered the bruises back up with your shirt