Family (Sanders-Sides au)

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This is one of those awfull chapters that you need there for later but they are so blergj to write because you have no clue.

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Virgil had no memories of his mom.
She had left a month or two after giving birth to him, or so he had been told.

His father had always had anger issues.

Virgil had always suspected that it was because his wife left him with a baby. He could imagine that no one wanted to be left behind with a baby, it took a lot of your time and attention.
When your wife just left you, you probably want to hang out with your friends, not take care of a helpless baby.

As Virgil grew older, his father grew more agressive.
He reminded his father of his monther, and god,
That woman had been a bitch.

Everyday, his father would tell him, about his 'bitch of a mom' and how he was probably going to end up just like her, about how Virgil wasn't good enough, about how he should be better, about just how worthless he was.

When Virgil was about ten years old, his father's anger got physhical.

Suprisingly, his father hadn't been drunk. Just really pissed off.

Virgil had gotten a bad grade for a math test. Math had always been a thing he hated, yet his father loved it and demanded good grades.

When he had gotten home, his father saw the grade and slapped him, hard.

Seeing as Virgil has always been small for his age, the slap made him fall back on his behind.

Sure, you and your friends would joke around slap each other softly, if the other made a stupid joke,

But for a ten year old, it's shocking when you own father hits you.

From that day on, it had gotten worse.

Everytime his father was mad or just upset, Virgil would serve as his punching back.

His face was often bruised, and when you grow older the excuse of falling out of a tree is starting to get stupid.

That's how Virgil got into make-up.  At first just foundaition, but soon eye shadow, mascara and eyeliner too.

He might be a boy, but who frigging cares? If you wanna wear make up, go wear make up, who cares?

A lot of people, appearently.

At school the bullying got worse and his father didn't like the fact that his already gay son was wearing make up.

Virgil kept telling himself that it didn't matter, that it was his fault anyway, for not being good enough.

He didn't remember much of the day he was taken away.
Even though it was only about a month ago, the day was blurry and seemed like it had happened years ago.

Virgil remembered that his arm would't stop bleeding, and that there was a broken bottle of something.

His father had been passed out on the chouch (not that Virgil would ask him for help)
Virgil had gome to his neighbour, misses Peterson.
It got blurry after that. He remembered her calling the police and a nice doctor taking care of his arm.

A woman had introduced herself as Sofie, a young woman with her heart in the right place and had told him that he was going to come with them.

After Virgil had started to panic, she had calmed him down and explained that his father wasn't allowed to take care of him anymore, since misses Peterson had told them about his arm. (Had Virgil told her his father did that?)

So here he was now, in a group hom for younger children and teenagers.  He had been here for almost a month now and still disliked it.

He was constanly surrounded by other people, loud people, it made him anxious.
The fact that his anxiety was already hightened, did not help at all.

His headphones was his safe place. It might sounds weird, but music helped Virgil calm down, a lot.

Hence the reason why he was now sitting on his bed with MCR blasting through his headphones, ignoring all of the other kids in the room and thinking about how life sucked.

It wasn't that he had a problem with children, he had a problem with all of the noise they made.

He didn't have a problem with school, (even though it was summer break) he had a problem with all of the kids at school.

A tap on his shoulder made him snap out of his thoughts and jump three feet into the air.

He took of his head phones, making them rest on his shoulders and looked up to see Sofie standing in front of him.

"How long have you been standing there?" Virgil asked, embarassed by the fact that he might have flat out ignored someone standing in front of him.

"Just now, don't worry" Sofie laughed, "come along now,  I have good news for you"

Curious, Virgil followed her into her office. It was good news, so he couldn't be in trouble, could he?

He took a seat at her desk and waited for her to explain.

"Right" Sofie said, after sitting down as file and grabbing Virgil's file, "the news,
As you know, we've been looking for a new home for you, seeing as the doctor thought it would be better for you 'mental state'"

Virgil winced and laughed at the same time. He remembered that talk with the 'mind doctor' as he called himself. Sofie didn't like the guy because according to him, everyone's mind had a change to be perfect without issues, people should be perfect.

The fact that Sofie was a tad on the crazy side and the doctor treated everyone like a little kid, did not help.

"Anywayssss" Sofie sighed, but then looked up, with a smile on her face, "we've found a home for ya!"

"What?" Virgil frowned, a bit confused by it. It was known that people wanted a younger child, rather than a teenager. And who wanted him? Virgil, the guy who spends an hour in the bathroom (Make up took time) and who wouldn't really talk to anyone.

"Yep, a new home for mister emo nightmare" Sofie said, adding a wink to it, letting Virgil know she was only kidding with the nickname(she had lots of those), "I'm not joking Virgil, this lovely couple decided to wanted a son and they choose you! I only need to ask you a few questions first though"

"Shoot" Virgil said, fideting with the hoodie strings. He needed to stop doing that, he would ruin the hoodie, he always wore that hoodie.

"Do you have any troubles with being raised by a gay couple?" Sofie asked, looking down at the papers.

"No?" Virgil said, shooting Sofie a look that said, 'come one. We both know that I'm that too and why are you even asking me this?, "are it all those kinds of question?"

"Sort of" Sofie sighed, "there is also something about changing schools and I believe one of the mister Sanders plays an instrument"

"I don't really care about that" Virgil shrugged, he had expected other questions, "that all?"

"Yes" Sofie answered, closing the files, "I'll let them know it's all fine, go pack you bags, we're leaving tomorrow morning"

"How long is the drive?" Virgil asked, stopping in front of the door"

"About four hours" Sofie said, "so be up on time"

"But that's really early"

"If you're not there I'm leaving without you"

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That's good enough for today.
Don't worry, next chapter will be the one with Pat and Lo, just a bit longer and so.

See y'all next time!