JJ was just a kid, he was a 8 year old kid getting abused by his own father, after the second slap, he never wanted too go home after that, he was still a baby, still a child. He started going to sunday school at the church down at the beachside and thats the only place he really felt safe because there was this one girl, she was about 19, and she would ask him if he was okay when she saw some sort of bruise on his face, or when he was silently crying, she would get up from her seat in the church and sit beside him, hugging him gently.

When it was the weekday, he usually was at school with john b but john b was always busy with his dad on the weekends when jj had too go home, he was scared. Terrified of his own father, but when sunday hit it was like he had entered a whole new life, he got too see the one person who actually thought of him as a person, a kid. Not a punching bag.

JJ entered the chruch and sat in the second row, looking around at all the people, finding her in the front of the room, leading the prayer, he smiled when he saw her, and she smiled back. She was like an older sister. And he needed that.