You were known as "the leader's girl", "Bowers's girl" or "Henry's girl". You had no special significance in his company, and your general status was only based on the fact that you had a bully boyfriend who often even beat you up because of jealousy, a bad mood or an empty can of beer. But, you were close to him. For several weeks now, you began to feel bad. You had to leave the classroom during the lesson, and then throw up your breakfast in the toilet so as not to stain your clothes. You were sick of food, smells and even your boyfriend's cigarettes, which is why lately you began to see each other less, and as a result, go somewhere together in a gang or together. You could not be near them for a minute, because of the smell of alcohol, tobacco or sweat.

Henry met you at his house as soon as he saw your figure near his fence. You were walking towards your house, but he grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you towards him. He wanted to say a lot of things, but you didn't let him say anything by suddenly blurting out your uncertain words to him and stepping back slightly.

You thought it was probably something terrible buy a test. You hoped it was just a bad condition or damn stupid pressure, but unfortunately the result was positive on the test.

"What?"

Henry mumbled in confusion, looking at you and letting his hands fall to his sides. His face was uncomprehending, and the realization slowly entered his mind and he grabbed your shoulders again. His strong hands squeezed your shoulders, and his fingers dug hard and painfully into the fabric of your clothes.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

His face was a mixture of fear of responsibility and anger, which suddenly flared up on his face.He couldn't believe you were telling him that. It seemed like some kind of joke or a bad prank, but seeing your look, he realized you weren't joking.