Alex's POV
So about an hour later, the car pulled into a drive way and we got out.
I followed them inside.

"So how old are you?"
One asked.

"Three, I think."
I say.

I thought to myself:ok, they seem nice, haven't yelled or hit me yet.
But just to play it safe, I figured I'd better not get my hopes up to high.

"So, how come that guy back there hit you?"
Mr.Clyde asked

"I not know. They all ways hurting me."

"Always?"
Mrs.Clyde asked.

I nod.

"That's not right! Did you ever tell anyone?"

"I told my old foster daddy, and his band mates."

"Band mates?"

I just shake my head again.

"Well, what did he do?"
Mr.Clyde asked.

"He called the good guys-they arrested him, but there's still other mean guys."

"I'm sorry to hear that. We'll do our best to keep you safe Alex."
Mr. Clyde said.

I smile.

"What was the name of your old foster dad?"
Mrs.Clyde said.

"Keith, Keith Rich-ards."
I stuttered.

"Isn't he the guitarist from The Rolling Stones?"

I nod.

"Awesome! Who else were you fostered by?"

I don't say a word.

I stayed with them for about 3 days.🏴

P.s.
Mr. And Mrs.Clyde, and the Fonos aren't based off real people