Alex's POV
The next day, Brian comes into my room, and sits on the bed. I feel the bed sink.

"Good morning Alex."
He says as I wake up.

"Daddy."
I say rubbing my eyes.

"How'd you sleep?"
Brian asked.

I shrugged.

"Alex, let's get you dressed."
Brian says as he pushed the hair out of my eyes.

"Alex, come here baby."
Brian says picking me up, and caring me downstairs, and into the bathroom.

Brian flicks on the light-switch, and sets me on the black, granite sink as the room was illuminated.

He helps me get dressed in silence. It's an eerie silence however-that had me scared a little.

Brian keeps his left hand on my knee so I don't fall, and I see him rummage through the cabinets below the sink for something.

"Ah, there they are."
Brian says standing up with white things in one hand, then grabs a weird brown/blackish colored bottle in the other.

Brian gently turned me so my legs overlapped the sink. It's quite easy for me to sit up here because of how small I am.

"Ok baby, this might hurt a little."
Brian says.

I start breathing heavy.

"Brian, don't hurt me!"
I say terrified.

'It hurts when you hear those words come out of your 4 year old sons mouth. I think my heart just broke.'
Brian thought.

"Shhhh, shhhh. Baby, hey, it's ok. It's ok Alex. It'll only hurt for a second. I promise."
Brian says.

'Oh no! More pain!'
I think.

Brian poured clear liquid onto my cuts that happened to be on my legs-and I screamed.
I cried, and cried.

'This stuff burns! I hate it!'

Brian hugs me, and cooed me as the cool liquid rolled down my legs.

Just when I think its over, he repeats this horrific procedure on my arms.

"Ahhh! Daddy, stop-it hurts. Your hurting me."
I cry.

Brian's facial expressions changed immediately, and extremely drastically.
He had a sad look in his eyes because of what I had just uttered to him.

"Alex, I'm sorry. It's gonna help you get better."
Brian says.

I ignore Brian.
Then, he continued to apply this liquid (peroxide) onto my back.

Again, I screamed and cried.

This hurt even more. I still don't understand pain.

Brian grabbed the gauze, which was black, red, and white (Rolling Stones colors) and gently rapped my arms, legs, and hands.
Brian finished wrapping my cuts, and kissed my head.

He put the painful liquid away, picked me up, and sang to me.

"Wild, wild horses. Couldn't drag me away. Wild, wild horses-we'll ride them some day. Wild, wild horses."

A couple hours later, Brian makes us some dinner, and we sit down to eat.
Brian and I didn't really say much to each other.
I know he probably wants me to come out and tell him everything that happened, but it's not that easy for me.
Brian knows that.

Brian has no idea what to talk about, and neither does Anita.

"Are you finished Alex?"
Anita says.

I nod.

Anita takes the dishes away.

Within the next couple minutes, I'm back in my bedroom with Brian.
I stare at my arms, and legs. My left foot is bandaged, a small section on my right leg is raped. My left arm is rapped where it bends, and my other arm(right) my whole hand is bandaged up to the mid point on my for-arm.

I have never felt worse in my life. I feel just as horrible now as I did when Jeff told me it was my fault mommy died.🏴