Brian took me back today, to Cradles Home once again.
There wasn't really anything The Stones, or Keith in general could do.
The next day, I woke up, and took a shower for once. Then went down to eat.
I fell asleep with my head on the table, and was suddenly awoken by one of the guards.
"Wake up!"
He shouted as he hit me.
I didn't know why Keith sent me back here, I wish he hadn't.
The guard grabbed me by the hair and outside into the yard.
I stood there at what seamed like a hundred eyes, stared at me.
I sat under a tree plucking grass from the ground. I couldn't help thinking about Keith, Brian, Charlie, Mick, and Ronnie.
But, the more I thought about it, the more upset I got.
Tears streamed down my face, I had no friends, and I was lonley.
We went back inside, but I was to upset to follow the rest of the kids, so I sat down on a bench. The same bench I sat at when Mick came to get me.
A guard came running over, pulled me to the floor, and began hitting me.
Only tears came.
I couldn't find my will to scream, or run.
I just wanted The Stones, or Alice to come find me.🏴
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Alex And The Rolling Stones
General FictionThis is the story of a four year old boy, (told from his point of view)-who doesn't understand love, or what it means to have a family, or even a friend. He learns that 'you can't always get what you want' , what a family is, and how bad, and or go...
