Alex's POV
About 45 minuets later, Bill arrived back at Brian's house.
Afraid, guilty, and angry, Bill approached the front door. He opened it, and walked inside.
He was so over come with fear, that he started to cry a little.
He walked up stairs, into an empty bedroom, sat on the other side of the bed opposite to the door, and cried into his hands.
'What have I done?'
He thought.
Back down stairs, The Stones were still outside. They didn't realize Bill had returned.
I walked in to get a drink, when I heard crying.
It was coming from up stairs.
I knew it must be Bill.
He had left, and all the others were outside talking.
I cautiously, slowly walked up the old wooden stairs.
I walked around the banister, and stopped In front of a room, and peaked my head in.
I saw Bill was in there.
"Uncle Biw?"
I said quietly, trying not to scare him.
"Hey, baby."
He said as he sniffles.
He motioned for me to come to him, and I sat on his knee.
"What's wrong, uncle Bill?"
He hugged me, and I knew something was bothering him.
Just then, we heard a door open, then close.
The Stones all walked up the steps, and stopped.
"Shhhh, Mick do hear that?"
Keith asked.
"What?"
Mick asked.
"Shhhhhh! Listen."
Ron whispered.
"It's coming from that room."
Brian said.
"That's Alex's room."
Whispered Charlie.
"No it's not! His is next to mine. That's Bill's room! I would know, it's my house."
Brian said pointing.
(Bill is still crying)
"Bi-Bill?"
Mick said as he walked down the halls.
"Bill where are you?"
Keith said.
"In, here, guys."
Bill said with tears streaming down his face.
"There."
Brian said as he pointed toward Bill.
They all walked into the room and gathered around Bill and I who are sitting on the bed.🏴
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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...
