Alex's POV
My guardian holds my wrists together in his hand so I can't fight back, and then harshly shoved me into his car. Thankfully my bracelet was buried in my sleeve, or he would have taken it.

I lay on the floor of the car, covered with something-a sheet maybe.
Every turn, sent a part of my body sharply into the hard wall of the truck.

A couple minutes later, my rough ride came to a stop, with the breaks squeaking. 'He' got out, and came for me.
He clenched a chunk of my shirt in his hand until he realized he 'needed' a better grip, and grabbed my hair.

My head hurt so tremendously, that by the time I got inside, I couldn't help but cry.
After he slammed the door, I was slapped across my back, and I screamed.

"I've waited for the day I could get you back you shit."
Jeff shouts lighting a cigarette.

"Please, take me back! I wanna go back!"
I cried.

"Where!? You have no place to go idiot!"
He shouted as a stream of pure, ghost-white smoke accumulated out over his lips.

"Ye-yes, I-I do, Jeff!"
I stuttered standing completely frozen.

As Jeff takes the cigarette from his mouth, he pushes me to the floor.
I lay on my side.

"What did you just call me?"
He asked slowly.

I hesitated before uttering the word I dreaded.

"Father. I have someone, to watch me!"
I hated calling him my dad.

"Who! Who has the painful task of raising you orphan!"
He shouted again.

I'm silent.

"Who's been watching you!"
He shouted uncontrollably.

"An orphanage."
I lie too him.

"Is that all!?"
He says after placing the cigarette back into his mouth.

"There- two other people, an-d some one, else."
I stuttered.

"I hope they treated you right!"
He said mumbling, and not really meaning what he said.
'Right' meaning badly.

He removes the cigarette from his mouth once again, and shouts:
"Why the hell are you just fuck'n standing there bitch! Go, you little bastard! NOW!"
He shouts thrusting his finger out toward the basement.

I run to the basement too do the first thing in my to-do list which reads:
•empty trash, and take it outside
•mop the floors
•make all the beds(4)
•put laundry in washer
•fold clothes
•polish shoes
•set table at 5:30
•clean toilets
•put dishes away

I think everything is going well, until......

*CRASH*
"Oh, you little bastard! You've only been here a couple fuck'n minutes, and you broke something already! I'm gonna kill you!!!!!"
He shouts.

I believed him.

I stop dead in my tracks-stepping back on broken shards of glass.
*crunch, crunch*

'Brian! I need you.'
I think.

He picks me up by my arms, and slammed me against a wall.
My heart pounded as he held my shirt in one hand, and with the other....... picked up a peace of shard glass from under his boot.

I tremble, and tremble. I looked into his furious eyes, blood drips on the floor as he cuts me on my arms, and legs.
I closed my eyes tightly, as I let out a horrific scream.

I cried.

I could taste the salty water in my mouth.

He dragged me into the basement, and chained me to the wall.
The cuffs cut deeper and deeper into my skin on my wrists causing the worse pain.
He walks away for a seconds, thinking in his head the cage would be better, but immediately returns, and then locks me in a cage.

I try not to sleep, knowing I might not wake up, or that he might return to do more harm.

After he left, my tears flowed out of my eyes like a raging river.
There would be no more tears left to soak Keith, Bill, and Brian's shirts when, and if I returned.

Upstairs, through the old, wooden floor boards, I could hear Jeff saying some not so nice words, and smashing bottles of that nasty stuff on the floor.-that's what I fall asleep too. I've always fallen asleep to that.🏴