Alex didn't reply, instead he continued to walk through the forest, his head down as he started intently at the floor. His father hadn't hated him, he just...hadn't loved him. Alex sighed and ran a hand through his hair, who was he kidding? His father hated everything about him. From the things he did to the way he talked. He stuck his hands in his pockets, trying not to cry. He wouldn't. Not in front of Rose. He was supposed to be the strong one. Why did he have the family that hated him? Why couldn't he have a father like Rose? Why couldn't he name one good thing in his life that didn't have a fault? Stumbling slightly he climbed over a fallen tree and finally reached his clearing. Jumping up into the tree he grabbed his bag and jumped back onto the floor. Rummaging around in his bag he pulled out his wand and put it in his pocket. He wanted to leave, now more than anything.