Alex’s mind was a blur of thoughts all swirling around like a tornado. He definitely didn’t want to hurt his father and he knew deep down that Andreas was right, that was his only positive escape. With his father’s death, he would be free. He would never have to hurt like that anymore. No more accidents, no more midnight visits.<br/><br/>Maybe he could have friends again. He remembered clearly the last time he had a friend over, he was only 12 and his friend was 14. His father and one his friends had too much to drink and lured them into drinking with them. Alex didn’t remember much of the night, but his friend was never the same after. It took years to peice together, but he figured out what they did.<br/><br/>Maybe his dad deserved it? Maybe he didn’t know any better.<i>He said he loved me.. </i>Alex frowned as he thought about all the times his father was nice to him and brought him things and didn’t hurt him when he wanted it. Those times weren’t so bad.<br/><br/>Though Andreas sharply pulled him out of thoughts and he sucked in a pained breath as the other man squeezed his thigh. The fingers hit the bruises there just right and it sent a jolt of pain through his leg. There was already a deep purple handprint on his inner thigh to match the ones on his wrists. He gently scooted andreas’ hand down to rest on his knee. Alex nodded slightly.<br/><br/>The fact this gorgeous man thought he was beautiful made him smile, even through the embarrassment. He wasn’t going to lie about why he flinched from pain there if Andreas asked, but that didn’t stop him from praying he didn’t.