ALEXANDER'S POV
I sit thoughtfully on the bedroom couch that's right across my bed. It's almost dinner time and I have to get ready to join the others by the lobby.
I can't forget the look of shock on Tyra's face when she saw the scars on my back. I felt exposed and pitied. I could never tell her what happened to me. I do not want to see the sorry expression on her face or to become emotionally weak and vulnerable around her. I need to maintain the tough man who is in control and never fazed by anything. That is the only way I know how to be strong.
A tear almost escapes from my eyes as I think back to the day I got my back burnt by cigarretes.
It was on a Monday morning when I broke into my father's room and stole a few dollar notes so Jaxon and I could sneak out to attend the trave
