Alex blinked a few times then slowly turned to look at Andreas. Was he seriously laughing? It was contagious and Alex let out a soft giggle that was almost a hiccup. Delicate and trembling fingers swiped at his features, wiping away the tears that were staining his cheeks. At the question, Alex nodded slightly.<br/><br/>The boy didn’t have time to dwell on Andreas’ smile for his father was yelling about something. He glanced to Andreas when he spoke, but turned back to his father. It was clear, even holding the gun, that Alex was still afraid of Richard. He stuttered, “You.. you... ra.. do.. bad things.. to me.” It was evident that Alex was not ready to say the word rape.<br/><br/>His brows drew in and he chewed his lip a moment as he thought about Andreas’ question. Did he want another shot? Why, yes.. yes he did.<br/>Alex stretched out his arm and pointed the metal at his father and squeezed the trigger again. Perhaps if he kept his eyes open as he did it, it would help with the hitting of his target. He missed again this time it sunk into the floor behind his father.<br/><br/>This time he didn’t squeal or almost drop the weapon, but he was disappointed when his eyes opened and his father was still there...