Dad where are you? I'm scared…
The storm was close, and Charlie was terrified beyond comprehension. the duct tape over his mouth silenced his pitiful cries in protest of Napier's…
no, no, no, no… Dad help me please!
Thunder had always scared him, and nights like this usually led to him sleeping in his parent's room, with Murphy holding him tightly, like he could protect him.
Why can't you help me now?
The van stopped and he could hear the rain pouring down, Charlie tried to struggle at the rope that kept him hogtied, but to absolutely no luck. He couldn't cry… Or scream, or plead. A clap of thunder made his tears flow even faster, and the lightning illuminated the garbage bag laying next to him.
Dad please! I'll never do anything bad again, I'll be a good boy forever just please help me!
The van doors opened and Charlie inched away from the disgusting pig who would soon be his killer. But to no avail as Napier grabbed his legs and yanked him forward, a somewhat nervous, yet satisfied look on his face as he shoved the struggling child in the garbage bag, sealing up the ends with more duct tape.
Dad…
He hit the water with a slap, weights tied to the bag pulling him down quickly, water rushing in at an alarming rate. Charlie screamed and scratched, trying so hard to get out of his bonds but it didn't do much.
Dad, I still love you, but I need you right now.
Help.
His last thoughts before he lost consciousness were of his father holding him on a stormy night like this one. It was small, but it helped, just a little bit.
And he didn't notice when a brown haired boy in an orange shirt dragged him upwards, onto the opposite bank.