You live in Taper, Florida. It was a small town, with not much to do. A few homes, schools, motels, a football team, and a church. As mentioned, not much. You made friends with a twelve-year-old white boy though, his name is Charlie Reynolds. He didn't speak much and was quite shy, but he was very curious and always wanted to learn about what was going on around him, unless it was people. One day, you were both at the motel, where Charlie's family was staying, watching cartoons with Charlie's little sister, Molly, who was energetic and happy. Charlie sighs. "Hey.. can we.. talk outside for a moment?" He asks you. You agree, even though it was dark out, and quite late. You both go outside, behind the building. Charlie sighs again, sitting down, his back against the wall. "So.. you may know my biological father is Bobby Reynolds, right?" You nod, Bobby Reynolds was originally an amazing wide receiver for his surprising speed. "Well.. he wasn't exactly the kindest.." He shows off a big scar behind his ear. "He would always beat me and my mom.. mom would always try to hide me whenever he would get home, to protect me.. but he always found me.." He starts crying quietly. "Then one day we packed our bags while he was at work and fled to the bus stop.. taking the bus anywhere we could.. then we met my stepfather.. Prester Mack.. he took us in and then my mom and him had Molly.." He says, not even looking at you anymore, looking at the ground as tears dripped from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.