The Rodriguez family all sat in the living room as Lars told them what happened when he was little.

"He use to get me alone. Sometimes, we'd be in the garage for hours...and he would have his way with me in there. He often said he wished I was a girl while he would do things to me. Sometimes he would curl up next to me when I was taking my nap and touch himself."

Sandy had her arm around Twister and was crying. She felt horrible she hadn't know. Raoul, on the other hand, was angry and wanted so much to hurt Ramon for doing that to his son.

"Mi hijo, why didn't you say anything?" Raoul asked as his voice cracked.

"Because he threatened me...saying if I told, you two would throw me out or he threatened if I told he would kill Maurice." Lars replied.

Sandy held onto Twister tighter. Twister hadn't known what happened but he wished he did.

"I can't believe he would do that." Twister said.

"Yeah, well...it happened and I have tried to let it go. But when I saw him again...everything just flooded back and..." Lars was cut off by his mother.

"Oh, mi hijo, I wish you told us! I'm sorry you never felt like you could tell us." Sandy cried.

"What difference does it make? It happened a long time ago and the fact he got away with it is messed up in itself." Lars got up and went to his room.

It was 10PM and Lars was laying in bed with his eyes open. He was just taking in the bad memories and how he confronted his abuser at a hockey game. In the middle of his thoughts, he felt a hand on his back and he jumped. It was his mother.

"Mom, what are..." he was cut off by Sandy sushing him.

"Go to sleep, mi hijo. Acabo de irme a dormir (Just go to sleep)." She said as she rubbed his back.

This was something she use to do when she needed to put him to sleep when he was a kid. It worked like a charm at the time. Now that he was older, he would naturally push his mother aside and insist he wasn't a baby and to quit it. But because he wasn't in the mood to fight with her, he let her rub his back and say coaxing words to him in Spanish. Sure enough, he fell asleep.

Two hours into sleeping, Lars woke up. It was 12 AM and he couldn't even fall back to sleep. He got up, went to the kitchen and got himself a snack. There was ice cream in the fridge so he decided to serve himself two scoops and just sit at the table by himself and eat. Twister walked into the kitchen and said, "Hey, bro."

Lars looked up and said, "Hi."

"Can I have some ice cream?" Twister asked.

"Take some." Lars motioned the carton over to him.

Twister served himself ice cream and sat across from his brother. He broke the silence and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Well...I was molested by our uncle as a kid, he got away with it and now I have to live with it." Lars replied.

"I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to listened to you...and I'm sorry about the backwards clothes crack." Twister said.

"Well you didn't know why my clothes were backwards." Lars said. "I couldn't have let him hurt you. It's best it was done to me than to you."

"How can you even say that?" Twister asked in disbelief.

"Because its true. It was better it happened to me than to you. Plus, you probably think, deep down, I deserved it."

"What? No!" Twister cried. "Lars, I would never wish that upon you!"

Lars looked at his brother, who looked serious.

"You may have bullied me and my friends most of our lives but I would never want that to happen to you! I told Otto and even he said what happened was fucked up and Ramon should be burned alive." Twister added. "The worst I want happening to you is a flock of seagulls having diarrhea all over you and your idiot friends or your weekend being ruined a poison ivy rash but I would never want you to be sexually abused."

This made Lars give a small smile. Twister added, "To tell you the truth...I don't like this side to you. I miss the Lars that use to whomp me and steal my stuff...that is the you I know."

Raoul walked in the kitchen and saw his sons sitting together.

"You couldn't sleep too?" Lars asked.

"No." Raoul replied. "I wish I had Ramon here so I can strangle him."

Twister and Lars scoffed.

"I just am sorry that you never felt you could come to us, Lars." Raoul added.

Lars nodded his head and shrugged. Twister pushed the carton of ice cream to his father. Raoul silently served himself ice cream and sat with his sons as they ate their snack in silence.