You were a teenage kid who joined the Van Der Linde gang months ago. You were loved due to how clever and endearing nature. Arthur was like a father or older brother to you, and payed attention to you the most.

Yet recently you seemed…different. First it was behavioral, you became more aggressive and had mood swings more often. You cried for seeming no reason at all. Arthur just thought it was just you being a young teenager at first.

You got headaches and stomachaches no reason. How when you wore shorts there were bruises…lots of bruises.

Arthur had a sick aching feeling on what was happening to you. A suspicion he didn’t want to be true. One day he approached you skipping stones by the river, he acted casual trying not to make you nervous or feel unsafe.

“Hey there sunshine, so uh what have you been up to lately?” Arthur asked one callus hand on your shoulder. You flinched.