Alex's POV
I'm currently in the freezing, damp basement of the house.

"Wake up bastard! Now! Get up!"
I hear someone yelling.

I got up, frightened.

"What's wrong you little coward? You scared!"

I shook my head 'no' nervously, as I was hit abruptly.
One of the men grabbed by my shirt, and pulled up to the men's height.

"Alex, why don't you cry like the baby you are!"
The man said as he slapped me across the face with his free hand.

I fell to the floor. My body limp, the chains weighing me down, only making it worse.

I shivered as I lay prostate on the cold, hard, gray, cement floor. It dawned on me who the man was.
It was JEFF!

One of the men, worked at the orphanage.

I cowered against the cold brick wall, and Jeff shouted my name:"Alex!"

'I'm actually being called by my name, that's good. Right?'

I ignored it.

"Look at me you little idiot!"
He grabbed my hair.
So much for being called Alex.

"Some one wants to see you!"
Jeff shouts as the other man leaves.
I didn't know who he was, and I don't wanna know no more.

My weary, blue, fear-filled eyes, now soaked with tears looked up.
There was a tall, shadowed figure standing before me.

"M-m-Mick?"
I stuttered quietly.

"That's Mr. Jagger to you!"
He shouted slapping me.

I said nothing more, as my hands began to shake. I don't know way Mick had just done that to me!

"Why are so afraid boy! Look at me Alex!"
Mick shouted at me.

"Look at me!"
He shouts at me.

"So Alex, why don't you cry?!"
Mick shouted again.

"No."
I say trying not to sound tough, or strong.

But I did.
I cried.

'Why is Mick doing this?'
I thought.

"Right, on, cue! The cry baby Alex, the 2 year old-afraid of everything! Even his father."
Mick shouted kneeling down to my height.

"You not my dad!"
I shouted.

"I'm your fuck'n father, bastard!"
Jeff shouted spitting.

"No you not! No one is."
I shouted.

He grabbed my hair tight, his eyes enraged, and filled with anger. I was sure he'd hit me.
He placed his fist under my tiny, tear streaked chin-pushing my head back against the wall.

My breathing became heavier.
I knew he could tell I was afraid.
He was intimidating me.

"You know your never gonna be adopted brat!"
He kicked me in the leg before leaving, and said one last thing to me:"Orphan Alex, cry baby Alex! Your never gonna be adopted!"

He laughed and stormed back up the steps with the other man (Jeff).
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"Ahhhhh!!!!"
I woke up screaming, crying, and sweating a bit.

I hit my head on the top of the cage.

"Ow."
I say out loud and I started to cry.

Chills ran down my back.

'I had had a nightmare.'
'Mick turned on me.'
'What was that supposed to mean!'
I thought.

I knew he would never hurt me.
I trusted him, and he protected me.

I eventually got over it, but not completely. That dream-nightmare would still be drifting back and forth in my mind.

I was let out of the cage, and went upstairs, found Conner and told him what happened.

Then, a mysterious man came.🏴

So sorry Mick. I know you'd never do that bud.