Beautiful Lies

Chapter Nineteen: The Visit

Oh look who's back. Is someone going to visit someone? Have we seen Virgil lately? Get ready guys, it's one heck of a ride. Can't wait for the wedding....-😈

Logan felt lucky that he got a chance to sit back down. At least he wasn't stuck in the crossfire of the argument, like his father, who was inevitably someone they would both disagree on. He held himself, lonely. Janus's voice poked through his thoughts, tapping his shoulder.

"I take this happens often?" Logan laughs a little. No shit.

"Every time she visits," he says quietly. "At least she's ignoring you. Normally she complains about one of my fathers, and then they argue until they agree to blame it all on my other father," Logan said, pointing at Emile, who looked like prey at the mercy of two merciless predators. Janus winced.

"I'm almost glad she doesn't like me."

"It's better if she doesn't," Logan agreed, seeing the argument slow, and Emile hang his head miserably. Patton is gripping his arm far too tight and Medea turns to Logan.

"Logan, your father and I wanted to take you to confront that horrible monster who assaulted you." Logan flinches and freezes. He doesn't want to go. He doesn't want to be forced to lie again. He doesn't want to hurt Virgil. But one look at his father and grandmother tells Logan it's not a request. Its a demand, and he better follow through with it.

"B-but, why do I have to do that?" he asks quietly, even though he knows his father's doing this to punish him.

"You know full well why, Logan," Patton says coldly.

"I don't want-"

"Logan, just listen to your father please," Emile says, joining in quietly. Logan is so taken aback by his father speaking that he just nods.

"Lovely!"

"Is Janus coming?" Logan whispers. Patton smiles, nodding.

"Yes! We all are! We want to support you!" Logan looks down miserably at the floor, Janus squeezing his hand in friendship, trying to offer moral support. How can he be doing this to Virgil? His sunflower, his everything. How can he be hurting him like this? Logan knows all the answers to why, and wishes he was stronger. Virgil didn't hesitate to defend him the night in the garden, and he paid for it in the worst way possible. Meanwhile, Logan paid for daring to hope.

"I'm sorry," He mumbled.

"Why are you sorry, silly?" Patton asked. Logan looked up miserably, schooling his face.

"It's nothing father, I'm fine." Patton frowned, but pulled his son along.

"Then let's go!" Logan felt himself pulled along, through the hallways by his family. He managed to free himself, going by the one person who at least cared about his freedom. Janus. Logan couldn't meet his eyes as they came closer to the dungeon. Logan was dumbfounded. Janus had been able to kiss him in front of Roman, but Logan couldn't even lie to Virgil. He was pathetic, weak.

"Logan, it'll be okay-"

"Don't tell me it'll be okay," He hissed, trying to stay quiet with his father nearby. "It's not going to be." Janus was silent the rest of the way, simply holding Logan's hand to comfort him.

All too soon, they arrived in front of Virgil's cell, Logan's heart in his throat.

"Hello!" Patton called cheerfully. Virgil barely lifted his head.

"Get out."

"Well that's rude."

"I know your son is here. I don't want to see him. Get out." Patton's smile changed, grabbing the chains and jerking Virgil forward as he yelped in pain.

"He hasn't done anything wrong," Logan whispered. "Father, can't we just go?" Patton grabbed his son's wrist tightly.

"No." Logan looked over to Emile for help. Emile looked around desperately, wanting to help, but saw Medea and just wilted. Janus looked at him, and did what he did best, causing trouble.

"Is it really the smartest decision to have an ex wanted criminal here?" Janus taunted. "I could break the doors down couldn't I?"

"Patton, control them," Medea hissed, scolding her son. Patton glared at her, gripping his son tight.

"I am mother," He hissed. Then he turned to the others. "You're leaving," he said coldly. "Mother, escort my husband and Mr. Lyre back to the family quarters. Guards will be waiting to assist you." 

Without much choice in the matter they all did as they were told. Virgil stared up at them, his brown eyes devoid of their usual light. Logan stared down into his eyes, his own deep blue a pool of sadness. Patton turned Logan around, forcibly whispering in his son's ear. "I want you to look at this boy, and know you'll never see him again. He will be executed and you will watch. Do you understand?" Logan's eyes pooled with tears.

"Father, please," He whispered.

"Do you understand me, Logan?" Patton repeated, hissing. Logan couldn't meet Virgil's eyes.

"Yes, Father," He said hollowly. "I understand." Patton nodded coldly.

"Good. Now we're leaving," Patton said. "Say your last goodbye." Logan tried to hold back his tears.

"Goodbye," Logan said quietly. "I love you, Sunflower," he whispered. Something changes in Virgil's eyes. His gaze is softer and more caring, as though something is more magical, more hopeful than before.

"I love you too, Violet." Logan's eyes widen, but before he can respond, he is pulled away from the dungeon and is out the door.