You were Henry Bowers’ brother, both fifteen, and you knew how much he hated ‘fairies’ as he liked to call them. You were, in fact, a ‘fairy’, and has been secretly dating Henry’s friend, Patrick Hockstetter. You knew what Henry or your father would do to you if they found out, so you couldn’t let that happen.

One night, you were in bed with Patrick, your arms pinned above you by your wrists. He was marking you up, he couldn’t stand being this long away from you. You kept biting your lip, trying to hold in pretty sounds. You both looked over when you heard the door open to see Henry standing there, looking down at your figures in the moonlight from your window.