My name is Riley Human. I am 13 and have a brother, Eric Human and a mother, alissa Human. It used to be Riley Singer but keeping the last name of a man we despised didn't seem appropriate. We don't talk much about my father's death but it was the best thing that happend to our family. His death let us out of a cage we we were in for years. My father's name was Byron, I never called him that, only because I was afraid of what he might do. He kept a gun under the matress, I don't know what kind, only how to load it and unload it. He would take it out and nervously fiddle with it sometimes. Loading and unloading the gun, cleaning it. The gun was only used twice. When my father had to 'go out of town for awhile'. And when I had made a decision to be happy.