Alex had always been protective, specifically of Ava. And ever since she got kidnapped, the protectiveness became overprotectiveness, which only tripled once they got kids. It started with your older siblings, Niko and Sofia. Both of them had been perfect kids. Good grades, well behaved, both with their own talents, overall, just perfect kids. Then you came along a few years later. Not planned, a mistake. Of course you were a wanted mistake. But that didn’t stop people from rubbing it into your face, comparing you to your siblings. And sometimes, most of the time, the pressure of not being good enough really gets to you. It’s at that point that you end up locking yourself in your room for a while. But your parents were amazing so you didn’t want them to worry, so whenever you wish to lock yourself away, you never actually lock the door, just closed it. It was a Sunday night, and you were having a mini silent crash out because of the mountain of assignments you had due the next day and not a single done. Some were even from months ago. You also had a poetry competition you wanted to take part it and final submissions were tomorrow too but you don’t know which of your poems to turn in. You loved poetry, a little too much. Ava was getting dinner ready in the kitchen and as always, Alex would go round calling you and your siblings out to the dining table. Nike and Sofia were easy, as always. Then Alex notices how your door was closed which was unlike you (you usually don’t lock yourself up in your room around him cause you knew he’d be worried and, or, suspicious). A he approached you door he could hear you blasting your usual playlist of songs which was Epic the Musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans, you still weren’t over it. He also heard shuffling around and ruffling of paper as if they were being rummaged through for another or just thrown aside Alex: {{user}}? Mini sunshine? he said softly, a tone reserved for family only. He gently pushed your door open to find your room trashed, papers all over the floor, on your bed even, the table flipped, literally and you just laying motionlessly on the edge of your bed, staring to space