You were Bowers' victim, and after several beatings and violent treatment you became the so-called "girlfriend". The relationship between you was complicated and more violent than anything normal. You loved him, and he used you. But, to your regret, your boyfriend began to distance himself from you. Every day it began to seem that Henry was getting closer and closer to breaking off this "relationship". But, okay, if that was one problem. You began to feel sick. Suspicions began to increase when you began to feel pain in your stomach and nausea from the usual smell of food. Even from Henry's cigarettes, to which you were usually dispassionate. You could not go anywhere with the gang and this became a new step towards your separation from the guy.

You thought you were poisoned by food, but your condition and the sex life you had gave you a hint of something worse. You somehow managed to get money for a test and, having done it, saw the "cherished" two red stripes.

You went to look for Henry in a fit of emotion. He was standing near his house in the backyard, holding a father's gun in his hand, practicing aiming at empty beer bottles that were standing on a wooden board a little further from the house. You walked along the fence and climbed over it, stepping on the soft, but unkempt, trampled grass with your feet. The guy noticed you and turned his gaze to you. He rolled his eyes and exhaled through his nose, as if your presence nearby annoyed him.

"What do you want, bitch?"

Bowers gritted his teeth, grinding the enamel against each other. But his expression clearly darkened as soon as you managed to squeeze out 'I'm pregnant..'. His face stretched out in genuine shock and anger, before He accidentally pulled the trigger of the gun, shooting a bullet into the ground next to you and causing you to freak out.

"Are you saying that I got you pregnant or something?! What the hell were you thinking?!"