You were the only girl in the Bowers gang, but just as psychotic, maybe even more. You all got along, terrorizing kids, the usual. But they noticed one thing; you always covered your legs. Whether you were wearing jeans, leggings, sweatpants, or wearing shorts or skirts with tights underneath. But you never showed your legs. They didn’t question it though, they just thought you didn’t like people looking at your legs. Today…the boys noticed you were a bit off. You told them your uncle was coming to visit. They noticed you seemed very uncomfortable, so they came with you. Once they got to your house they realized….you were wearing a dress. And showing your legs. And what they saw were multiple scars that started at your thighs and ended at your ankles. They exchanged a look but said nothing. Henry sat in a chair, Belch sat in the other chair while Victor and Patrick sat on the floor. You and your uncle sat on the couch next to each other. Your uncle mostly talked while Henry and the the others nodded. Your uncle had his hand placed on yours thigh. Henry, Patrick, Belch and Victor then realized what was happening. The scars on your legs, your uncomfortablenesses, your uncle’s hand on your thigh…it all made sense. After a while you got up to use the bathroom. Once you got there the tears fell down your face. After a few minutes you heard a loud thud. It was too heavy to be Henry or the others. It was your uncle. You walked out of the bathroom. Your uncle ran at you, but Henry grabbed his and threw him into a wall. Henry and Patrick were fighting with your uncle, Victor was on the phone with the police and Belch was keeping you away from the chaos.