"Or we could talk." Alex's hand stopped moving and he couldn't help but glance at the hand leaning against the window. "I would have thought that'd be in a cast. And are you sure you don't want to press charges?" Because sure, Michael had been the one to go after his dad first, but there was shoving someone back to stop them yelling and crushing someone's hand with a hammer.

He couldn't wait to get out of this place. Roswell was nice enough, but as long as his father was here, it would never feel like home.