Alex's POV
"How old are you?"
Keith asked.

I shrugged.

"When's your birthday?"
Keith asked.

"December..........10th."
I said shyly.

"Same month as mine! So. You'd be 3 years old, Alex."
Keith said.

I was scared, I didn't know what to expect.

We walked up to the door, he unlocked the doors, and I followed him in. His house was huge!!!!!
He had a huge room filled with books called a library-in which I would spend most of my time, a guitar room with over 3,000 guitars, at least that's what daddy told me.

I pointed to the guitars.

"Yeah! I take it you love it?"
He said.

I nod with a big smile.

"Oh, wait till my wife gets a look at you Alex!"
He said putting his arm around me.

I winced, and Keith took a step back.
He didn't think that much of me wincing. Keith never asked, never looked at my back, and never saw the scars, bruises, and welt marks.

"Its ok bud. What were you thinking about? Your not blinking."

I don't say a word, even though I was thinking about Jeff.
'What if he comes back!'

Keith leaves, but comes back, and hands me a bottle.

"Here Alex, drink bud. You hungry?"
He asked.

I shook my head yes.

"What would you like?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"You can have whatever you want."
He said.

"Pizza?"
I said shyly.

"Ok. Have you ever had it before?"
Keith asked.

I shook my head no, stood still, and stared at the ground.

"You ok?"
He asked kneeling down to my hight. He gently brushed the hair out of my eyes, and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Are you scared?"
He asked.

I nod again.

"You don't have to be. I promise I won't hurt you Alex."
He said with his arms out stretched.

I went for a hug, but quickly backed off.
I was still too scared.

Keith gave me a sad look, but then smiled to let me know he wasn't mad, and went to start on dinner.

"When was the last time you ate, bud?"
Keith asks.

I don't answer.

I lay on the couch, on my stomach, and watch him from a distance.
He quickly ran up the steps, and came back down with some thing in his hands.

"Here Alex. I want you to have this."

He handed me a stuffed tiger. I was very intreated by it. It was the only thing I had ever seen, or had. I kept it close to me, not knowing if Keith would take it away.🏴