Steven and Roy's POV

"So, where were we?"
Roy says.

"What happened?"
Steven asked.

"Nothing. Just had a small talk with the boy."

"Yeah, right."

"Ok, I'll just need you to sign these papers. Can I see an ID?"
Roy asked.

Steven showed him his driver's license, then signs the papers.

"Ok, how long you gonna foster the brat, I mean child?"

"A week. If not, longer."
Steven replied.

"Ok. One week sounds good."
Said Roy.

Steven nodes.

They both stand up, and the guard opens the door. Steven walks out, and sees me.

Steven's POV
Alex's hands were tied to the bars of the wooden chair, in which he was sitting side-ways.
I slowly approached him.

"Alex? Why is he tied up?!"
I asked.

The guard ignored him.

"Hey, why is he tied up?"

The guard didn't answer.

Alex's POV
Steven approached me slowly, and knelt down to my hight.

"Alex, it's ok. I won't hurt you."
Steven said.

He rubbed my back, and went to pick me up, but I backed away.
'Could I trust him?'
I put all my remaining trust into The Stones, and they keep leaving me.

I didn't let Steven pick try to pick me up again.
I held his hand as I walked down the steps, taking them one at a time.

He stopped me in front of a black car.-not your usual car.
It was longer, with bench style seating.

"Hop in Alex."
Steven said as he opened the door.

"What this?"
I said.

"A limo. Special or famous people ride in them."

"Are, you famous?"

"Yes. I'm in a popular band. Did The Stones ever take you in a limo?"
Steven asked me as we got inside.

I shook my head no as Steven sat next to me, and put my seat belt on.

"You ever been in a plane Rockstar?"

"No."
I said.

"Maybe I can see if Keith can take you in one."
He said.

I hung my head, and let it fall onto Steven's shoulder.

"What's wrong rockstar?"
He asked stroking my hair.🏴