Alex's POV
Brian never told me what was wrong, or why he looked as sad as he did the night before, and I never told Brian about the chores, me running away, about the glass, or even about the belt.

The next morning, the doorbell rang.
"Alex, come on, you gotta get up."
I hear Brian calling for me.

"Alex, come on bud!"
Brian says trying too wake me up as he goes to the door.

Brian opens the door.
It's Bill.

"Ah, Bill. Your just the person I wanted too see."
Brian says.

"You, too, Brian?"
Bill says.

"Look, Alex won't talk to me.-Well, I got a little bit out of him, but he's just reluctant to speak too me."
Says Brian.

"When was the last time you talked to him?"
Bill questions.

"Yesterday. I can't even get the kid out of bed!"
Brian shouts.

"Really? That's odd."
Says Bill.

"Why don't you come help me. If this doesn't work, we're calling Keith."
Brian says.

"Ooooooo!"

"Really Bill?!"

We head upstairs.

"Alex, come on get up."
Bill says.

"Ok."
I say getting out of bed.

Brian throughout his arms in the air.

"Someone has the magic touch!"
Brian says.

Bill helps me get dressed, and we head down to eat.

(5 minutes later)

"Ok, Alex come with me upstairs please."
Bill says to me.

We head into my room, and I can hear Brian downstairs playing his sitar.

Bill shuts the door, the sitar still humming in the background.

Bill puts me on my bed, and pulls up a chair-sitting in it backwards.

"Ok Alex, I need a favor of you baby."
Bill says.

All attention is on Bill as I sit on the bed in the corner of the room.

"You were gone a while Alex. The Stones were starting to worry. But, It was only Brian and I that didn't go on tour, so that's why we're the ones having to do this."

I nod.

"So, can you please tell me what happened Alex?"

"All of it Biw?"
I ask.

"All of it."
He says fixing my shirt.

I look like Bill-I mean, I'm dressed like him. I look like Brian.

Im wearing a blue frilled-shirt like the white one Bill has, a leather Jacket-just like daddy-Bill, a silk-red scarf, black dress pants, white socks, and a pair of brown cowboy boots this time.

"He came to-to get me. He scratched me."
I say.

"Frank?.....With his nails?"
Bill asked.

I nod.

"He hit me. I wet the bed, and was slapped twice. He tied me up."
I say.

"Keep going, your doing good Alex."
Bill says.

"Then, he-he punched me, and hit me again."
I see tears welling up in Bill's eyes.

"Bill-
I try to say.

*sniffles*
"Keep going, Alex."
*sniffles*
Bill says.

"I was tied up. The, next day, my old daddy came. I was hit. Daddy(Jeff) tied my hands together. I got in the back of the truck and-

"The back seat?"
Bill asked.

I shake my head no.
"Very back."
I say quietly.

Bill's eyes widen.

"It was dark. I was covered with a sheet, blanket-or something. I was in pain, I slid into walls of the truck a lot."
I say.

Bill's tears keep coming.
I get up and give him a hug.

"Thanks, Alex."
Bill said.

"Daddy, grabbed me-my shirt. He gwabbed my hair, and took me inside."

"So he grabbed your shirt, then your hair?"
Says Bill.

I nod.

"He hit me. I had to do things.
I say.

"Chores."
Says Bill.

I nod.

"How many chores?"

I hold up 9 fingers, and Bill's eyes widen once more.

"Keep going."
Bill say.

"I-I dropped......
I start to say as I cry.

Bill hugs me.

"Did you drop a glass?"
Bill says.

(I love how now both Bill and Brian can read Alex's mind.)

I nod.

"Jeff called me mean things. He wanted to hurt me! He wanted to hurt me very, very badly! He pined me to the wall, and....."
I stop.

"Alex, you poor, poor thing! I'm so, so, so sorry. You shouldn't of had to go through that!"
Bill says as he hugs me tight.

I push him away though.
This was very uncomfortable phicically, emotionally, and mentally.

"Alex?"
Said Bill.

"He-he, cut, he cut m-me!"
I cry uncontrollably.

"Alex, hey Alex... what'd he cut you with?"
Bill asked.

"The-t-the glass. Then, he locked me in a cage."
I say.

"Oh my gosh! He cut you with glass! And not the cage again! ........Is that it?"
Bill says.

"He drug me upstairs, and punched me. He threw me down on the floor. *sobs* Then..... *loud crying* he hit me!"

"What did he hit you with? His hand?"

I shake my head no.

"A wooden spoon?"
Bill asks.

Again I shake my head no.

"Did he hit you with....... um, did he hit you with a belt?"

I lower my head.

"Did he, Alex?"
Bill asks.

"No."
I say lying.

"Alex, tell me the truth."
Bill says sternly.

"Yes."

I see the fear in Bill's eyes.

Bill sighs.

"Good boy Alex. Thank you so, so, so, so much for telling me. Your a wonderful little boy."
Bill tells me.🏴