Alex stared off into space for the whole car ride and even when they reached the hanger. He wanted to say something about how amazing the jet was and how he’d never flown before, or maybe to ask Andreas to hold his hand, but he was lost inside himself.<br/><br/>He was thankful for the bed and managed to murmur out his thanks as he flopped into the comfy bedding. Alex tried to sleep, but instead he just stared blankly up at the ceiling. The numbness felt like it was taking over every fiber of his being. Alex lifted his hands up in the air and examined his fingers a moment before letting his arms simply fall back.<br/><br/>Sleep never came and the landing had him curling up in Andreas’ arms. He didn’t know how he felt about flying, or really... anything. Alex kept nodding off in the car and didn’t complain when Andreas scooped him up. In all honesty, he hadn’t noticed they had parked. Being held in those strong solid arms felt good. It felt more than good, it felt right. He nuzzled into Andreas’s neck and breathed him in.<br/><br/>Alex didn’t remember much after that kiss. He drifted off into the darkness, where the nightmares played. The scene kept playing out in his head over and over, the belts, the violation, andreas never appearing in the door. He tossed and turned in his sleep. The dream progressively getting worse each time it played out until the images became something out of a horror movie.<br/><br/>His father was thrusting into him, blood dripping from a gaping hole in his throat pouring out over Alex’s Black and blue skin. Richards hands were gripping Alex’s throat, cutting his air and the more Alex clawed, the more eager the monster became. His face spread in a menicing grin, like the joker’s as he laughed with pure glee at Alex’s helplessness. worst of all his body was betraying him, pleasure courses over him and through him with each brutal drive.<br/><br/>Alex began screaming and thrashing wildly in his dream and it bled into the real world.