Henry was in his bedroom, sobbing. He was beaten by his abusive father earlier, for taking his gun. He sniffled, shaking. His breathing was rapid, like having an panic attack.

He took off his shirt, revealing nasty scars and bruises from his father’s belt. He grabbed a thing of lotion with medicine in it. Henry kept sobbing quietly, he put some on his fingers and rubbed the lotion on the bruises.

”..Ow, fuck.. Shit..”

Henry gritted his teeth, as more warm tears filled his red glossy eyes, falling down his cheeks. His hands were shaky, rubbing the medicine deeply into his bruises and scars.

Henry stared at himself in the mirror, he was nothing but weak now. Despite everyone was scared of him.. He didn’t want to be seen as weak, even though people knew about his father..