Alex’s heart raced in his chest as he watched his father fling the suitcase and command him to the bed. He trembled in fear from his spot on the floor. His focus was on the floor in front of him, but he glanced at the door wishing he was fast enough to escape through it.<br/><br/>Richard was already standing and by the time Alex unfolded his legs, got up and ran, he’d be captured before he got two feet. Alex hugged himself a moment feeling a chill of defeat wash over him. This wasn’t suppose to happen. He was suppose to grab his things and go. Andreas was right, they shouldn’t have come back. Andreas was right. His eyes snapped open as his head when to the door again. Andreas was there, somewhere.<br/><br/>In another act of defiance, or perhaps pure distraction, Alex did not move from his spot on the floor.