Charlie, after seven years, the last time I saw him, he was younger, like a young man. He was still young, I mean he was a real man now, he had muscles, his skin was golden with life, his short dusty blond hair was vibrant, his blue eyes too. But I didn't want him, part of me hated him for one reason.
"Alex, what happened to you? Where's Tony?" He asked in a less enthusiastic tone. I just looked away, my eyes slowly wandering around, not wanting to make eye contact with his hypnotic ones.
"Sir, do you know him?" The Lady asked.
"Yeah, he's my step son."
"Did he run away from y-you?" Thomas asked.
"No, h-he- '' Charlie sighed "Bring his papers I'll sign them or nobody will,"
He exited the big room. I followed the lady and the two Miami cops. They asked me to sit outside while they
