Alex sighed in relief at that brief moment when his father wasn't buried inside. He would have closed his legs and curled into a ball if he could have, but he knew his father would just man handle him out of it and more pain would come. He should have listened to Andreas nothing in this house was worth coming back for. Nothing at all.<br/><br/>He screamed in pain as Richard slammed back into him causing his body to bow and clutched at the bedding. Alex's eyes went wide as that hand closed around this throat. Alex's hands flew to grip his father's wrist, squeezing just as tightly, hoping to hurt him enough to get him to relax his grip. He sucked in a few breaths, but it wasn't enough air and his face started to turn a little red. His jaw worked as he clenched his teeth. The pain was nearly blinding, or maybe it was the lack of air that had his vision going dark. His mouth worked, but no words came out, though his father was forcing enough sounds to roll in his chest, trapped in his throat. Alex tried again to make his words form with his father's fist around his neck. What came out was short and raspy, but clear, "No."