A shocked cry escaped as his hand went to his face covering the welt that was already forming. Alex knew better than to fight his father’s pull as he would only hurt more in the long run.<br/><br/>Alex felt his back hit the comforter and for a moment it felt good to sink down in that soft fluff. It was a thousand times better than hitting the floor on his back. He could feel the ruffles of the hem against the back of his calves, which hung of the side of the bed. A whimper was knocked loose as the first jab came, he drew in a deep breath to call out for help but it left him in a rush when the second blow came. Alex feebly sucked in air, trying to catch his breath so he could breathe again.<br/><br/>Alex sat up just enough so his hands could reach his Richard. They went up, not in defense or attack, but they went to his father’s chest and stroke down that masculine torso. Tears blurred his vision as he tried to stop a third hit by distracting the angry man. “Daddy...” His hands moved down to his father’s abs and back up to his pecks. “Please...” he choked out through the tears.. “only you...”