*WARNING: This chapter contains cussing, and the following chapters that continue in the story may contain cussing as well. If you are a younger reader, please prepare yourself.*

(I'm a huge Stones/Brian Jones fan. My dream is to be a part of the Richards family, and play guitar with Keith. If Brian was still here, then I'd want to be with the Jones family.)

Alex's POV
I was hungry. I cried for my mommy but little did I know, she was gone. She wouldn't be coming back.
My dad finally got me out of my crib-I had been in it all day and all night.

"Come here you slut!"
Daddy said picking me up out of my crib.

My little knees hit the top of the rail, and it hurt! I cried.

"If your gonna cry, your staying here and you won't eat!"
Daddy said throwing me back into my crib roughly.
I didn't wanna stay here. I wanted to be with mommy even though she hurts me. I haven't seen here for six days!

"Come here bastard!"
Daddy said picking me back up. He didn't even bother changing me into my tux.-Just left me in my pjs.

He put me on the floor and waited for me to follow him-I kinda knew he wasn't going to carry me. I didn't understand why he wouldn't though.

My dad yelled at me once more, I was startled.
As daddy pushed me out the front door, I fell on my little fragile knees. I cried right away.

"Daddy! It hurt!"
I cried wanting comfort.

"GET UP! NOW!"
Jeff yelled at me as he grabbed me by my black jacket, and pulled me up.

"Come on Alexander!!!!"
He yelled as he drug me to the car, and me limping right behind him.

Jeff opens the car door, and roughly puts me into my car seat-he didn't even bother buckling me in, he just slammed the door and got in the car. I tried to buckle myself in, but it was no use. I just sat there until we arrived at the funeral, my knees still stinging from my fall.

I waited and waited for daddy to get me out, but he didn't. My uncle Rob came and found me, and got me out. Later, my daddy yelled at Uncle Rob for getting me out of the car. I did t understand.
I hobbled over to daddy, but he ignored me! I didn't know why, it hurt. Uncle Rob picked me up and carried me over to my daddy, even though I didn't want to be near him at the moment.
Instead, I waddled over to my daddy who was standing over a brown box with mommy in it.

"Mommy, wake up. It Alex. Wake up! Mommy hold me, pwese!"
I cried as I looked at mommy.

I didn't understand why she wasn't moving or talking. I didn't understand that she was sleeping and wouldn't wake up, would not open her eyes again for me to see.
I kissed her cheek, and tired to hug her, but my daddy pulled me away by my arm.

"Mommy! Mommy pweese! Mommy wake up! Daddy, I-I want to stay with mommy!"
I cried as everyone looked at me but did nothing to help, nobody comforted me.

I continued to cry, scream, and whale.
"MOMMY!!!!!"
I cried as it happened.
For the first time in my little toddler life, daddy hit me! He hit me when we got outside too. He threw me in my car seat, and slammed the door. I couldn't get out. A couple minutes later, uncle Rob sat me in the grass by this stone in which marked mommy.

Uncle Rob and Jeff talked to each other. My uncle didn't want me and nor did my father anymore.
We all went home later, and when I got home, dad carried me inside surprisingly, but only to put me in the basement. I tried to follow him, but when I did, daddy just turned around and locked me in a doggie cage. I didn't understand!

Later that week, he got physical, and started hitting me. This is the start of my rough childhood.-Alexander Wesley🏴