Chapter 1:
There was sound all about him, loud voices mingling together and hands; hands touching everywhere, holding him still and sliding across his skin. He was drowning in it all, he wish his heart would speed up, he wanted to be able to open his mouth and beg them to stop, to tear of the blind fold and glare at them. None of that would happen though, the drug that cursed through his system, kept him pliant, his body was not his own at the moment. The drug seemed to have separated his brain from his body and Alex wanted to panic.
He heard a price being named and more laughter. A hand on his leg, he wanted to pull away.
Things seemed to hush for a moment and then hands where back on him. Strong hands that took him and lifted him up, making him feel helpless and light headed. Soon the sounds where gone and things were quiet, a prick to his skin and a warm pleasant feeling accompanied it.
His heart speed up and his brain was back in control. He gasped, twisted and ripped at the hands holding him. He was shaking all over and he wasn't certain if his panicky actions where doing him any good. He just wanted to escape. He wanted away from those hands that slide and touched and teased.
His teeth clammed down upon something fleshy and hard. An arm he thought, but was not certain. He had his hold and he was not letting go, biting as hard as he could.
Hot tears slide down his face, but Alex did not care, he was too scared to stop crying.
A gentle hand glided through his hair, brushing it away from his face and tracing his jaw and nose.
"Calm Alex, calm down, it's alright, I've got you."
Alex gasped, shooting up in bed. His limbs trembling, he pulled his knees up to his chin and rested his head against them, staring blankly at the walls in his room. A dream, he thought, but he knew it was more then a dream, it was a memory of something that had happened a few months ago.
Standing on shaky legs, Alex made his way out of the room, tensing at the shadows that flickered as the wind moved the trees outside. He opened Jacks door and looked at her sleeping form, relaxing slightly in knowing that she was here. It was always a fear in him that one day she would walk away and leave him. What would he do then? He hoped she would never leave.
Making his way to the kitchen he stared at the clock, it was five in the morning. That was good; it meant Alex did not have to try forcing himself back into bed. So he sat himself down at the kitchen table with a glass of milk and waited for Jack to wake.
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