Alex's POV
They never fed me.
I don't know what was with me, but I remembered that guitar.-Keith still has yet to teach me how wonderful music is.

"Can I go back up and play the guitar?"
I asked.

"No!"
She slapped me.

I ran back upstairs, not even thinking what I had just done, and arranged the covers so they hid me.
All of a sudden a man walked in.

"Boy, you just ruined a perfectly made bed!"

I thought:'I didn't break anything.'

He pulled me off the bed abruptly, I hit the floor hard, he dragged me down stairs by my hair, and into the living room were his wife was sitting.

"What the hell did the brat do this time!"
Lucy shouted.

"Ruined a perfectly made bed!"
He said as he jerked me around.

"That's it! Danny, he goes back tomorrow!"

I tried not to cry.
But I did.

"Where's Keith?"
I sniffled.

"Shut the hell up! He's not coming back for you!"
Danny shouted.

"I want-Keith-"
I stuttered.

"Shut the hell up boy before I slap you again!"

"I-"
Danny interrupted me.
He slapped me, but I held the tears back.I just wanted Keef back. I forgot I wasn't gonna talk.

I reached in my pocket for Keith's number, but it wasn't there!I had lost it.

Danny drug me up stairs and into an empty room.
Nothing but a light, empty closest, a window, and a desk.

"Your sleeping in here you bastard!"
He shouted in my face as he pushed me into the room.

He turned the light off, slammed the door shut, and then I heard the sound of a door locking.

I curled up in the corner under the desk, and cried as I shivered.
It was so cold, and dark in this room.🏴