Chapter seven- Logan, Remus and some issues

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Warning: Alcohol, crying

Virgil walked through the mansion, looking through the rooms, as Roman gave him permission too.

He finally came along the kitchen where two males sat, talking.

The first one was tall, probably a little over 6'0, he straight(Ha) black hair, dark blue eyes, kinda pale skin. He wore black, square rimmed glasses, a black polo, a black and dark blue stripped tie was around his neck. He had dark blue jeans, and black, shiny, dress shoes.

The other one was Roman's height, he had the same brown hair as Roman, but he has brown eyes instead of green. He was wearing a dark green crop top, a pair of black boots shorts, and thigh high, dark green, spiky boots.

The taller one looked up and spotted Virgil. "Who are you?" He asked. The other male turned around too.

"Ohhh, he's the one that Ro brought in here." The green dresses make explained.

"I see, apologizes. I am Logan Hager, the only one who know what's going on most of the time. And this is Remus Prince, Mr. Prince's twin brother." Logan introduced.

"I didn't know Roman had a brother." Virgil mumbled to himself.

"Damn, Ro must really like you if you already know his name." Remus chirped. Virgil shrugged and went to turn around.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Logan asked. Virgil turned back around and looked at Logan. "Roman would want us to feed you."

"I mean, sure, I guess," Virgil answered. He sat down at the counter, a little ways from Remus. "When will Ro be back?" Virgil asked.

"Like noon, prolly. Depends on if the bastard corporates." Remus explained.

Logan sat a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of Virgil. "Thank you..." He said looking up at Logan.

"You're welcome," Logan answered before taking his seat again. "I was told that you took your father's place here. Why?"

"He's a sick man. He shouldn't be locked up somewhere." Virgil told them.

"But he stole money from us?" Remus butted in.

Virgil shook his head. "Roman loaned my father money. Father used the money to pay for my mom's funeral. Then after that he was in debt. He couldn't pay for our house, me and my older sister got jobs to help pay." Virgil sighed, "He could barley get food on the table. He tried to pay it, but if he payed it, he couldn't feed us or keep the house."

"Oh, uh, wow." Remus mumbled. The three heard a door slam and an quite angry Roman walked into the kitchen.

He went straight to a cabinet and opened it, and got a bottle of whiskey out. "R-Ro..?" Virgil squeaked.

Roman shook his head and sat beside Virgil with a shot glass. Remus and Logan left the two alone.

Virgil took the whiskey and shot glass away from Roman. "Alcohol isn't the answer."

Roman ripped the bottle out of Virgil's hands. "Don't. Take shit out of my hands. You don't have any power here or the right to take my shit. Touch my shit again and you'll end up like the man I killed this morning." Roman growled.

Virgil whimpered and ran off from Roman. He ran up to his room, and shut the door.

He sat on his bed and brought his legs up to his knees. A few tears slipped from his eyes. He roughly wiped his eyes, only to make the tears fall faster.

Virgil let out a quite sob....

"Ro, I don't think you should've snapped like that. Did you hear the sound he made? That hurt even my heart." Remus said. Roman looked up at Remus, finishing his shot.

Roman stood up and walked up stairs. Stopping at Virgil's door, hearing the sobs coming from the boy.

Roman sighed and walked into the room. His heart cracking at what he done to the boy.

Roman sat next to Virgil and pulled him into a hug. Virgil squeaked and cried a little more. "Shh, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I was just mad, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry." Roman told him.

"I-it's ok. Y-you're scary.." Virgil mumbled, wiping his tears.

Roman chuckled, "I've been told." Roman wiped Virgil's face clean of tears.

"You forgive me?" Roman asked.

"Only if you cuddle me." Virgil answered. Roman laughed and laid down with Virgil in his arms.

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