…. "Scars," Mr. Schue said when I had finished the shirt and had pulled it over, the t-shirt I wore. "What scars?" I grabbed the lower part of my shirt, it wasn´t that hard to pull the back of it up, because it was way too big for me. Then I turned my back towards him. The reaction was exactly what I´d thought it would be. I could hear him gasp, at the sight of my bruised back.

"Hold on, isn´t this…"

"Yeah, it is." I knew what he was talking about. The scar, just below my shoulder blade on the right side of my back.

"Did your dad really, did he…?"

"No… My uncle did. My dad just beated me up every once in a while." I pulled my shirt down again. "I don´t wanna talk about it anymore. I´m going upstairs."

I went upstairs to unpack my stuff. It didn´t take that long, I had just two changes of clothes, and a few books. Then I heard a knock on the door.

"Lex," it was Mr. Schue again. "Can I come in?"

"It´s your house," I said and the door slowly opened. Mr. Schue came in, and sat down on the bed.

"Sometimes it feels better after talking to someone," he said.

"Oh, do it? I´ve never recognized that."

"And look what happened, I mean, how long has this been going on?"

"Look, a scar from a gunshot isn´t something to be proud of. I barely survived, and afterwards, I don´t know how many times I wish I hadn´t."

"I can understand you have."

"No, you don´t. You know nothing about me. And you wouldn´t understand if I told you it all." Mr. Schue leaned backwards.

"Try me."

"Ok, you asked for it." I sat down next to him, and started telling my story. "When I was eight, my mum couldn´t stand dad´s drinking anymore, she took my little brother, and left. After this my uncle moved in with me and dad. Dad said it was because of that he wanted help to take care of me, but that was a lie. They barely did anything except drinking. And beated me up of course. I had to take care of myself, and my little sister."

"Didn´t know you had a sister."

"I haven´t now let me finish. What I didn´t know about was their plans, they wanted to get rid of both me and Maddie, and they understood that if they just left us, they were going to end up in prison. They did it like this. Dad was supposed to take us to the bank, our uncle, was supposed to be a robber, he came into the bank, Took the money , shot me and Maddie, and then left, to run away to Europe or something. With our dad. Well, that was their plan. But someone saw them do it, and called the police, when the police arrived he shot. And hit first me, then Maddie. An ambulance came there. The police took uncle, but they didn´t understand that dad was a part of the plan to. Uncle got twenty three years in prison, nineteen more to go, the doctors managed to save me… but not Maddie, and when I finally came home again, dad had gotten worse than ever."

"Lex…I… I don´t know what to say." I looked up at Mr. Schue, I could feel tears streaming down my face.

"I have never told anyone about this before, I was too afraid of what my dad could do if I told anyone."

Mr. Schue embraced me, then I couldn´t stand it anymore, and I sobbed quietly into his shirt.