Could Be Gayer! {Sanders Sides Oneshots}

He's Hurting Me (Part One)

I'm sorry in advance

I'm currently obsessed with 'He's Hurting Me' by Marina Mena (song up top), so... yeah. This was born. It's just randomly based off this song, so, yep.

Also, I'm working on requests, I promise! ...........okay I'm procrastinating iM SO SORRY

Also, I feel like shit while writing this. So, it's crappy. Sorry

TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse, gore, Angst, and ITS SUPER SAD (......and also Logan I'm sorry but your a dick in this oneshot)

~~Also, this is an au where they are all human, but friends. They are all youtubers, and share a gaming channel. Aka, a random AU I made up. I call it the 'Human YouTuber AU'. Weird, I know.~~
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Virgil's POV

After shooting a video with Roman and Patton, I walk back into mine and Logan's house, with the key I have. I lock the front door, and walk upstairs to our bedroom. We live in the same house, and share a bedroom, obviously. Everyone in out friend group knows that we are dating, but they don't know... a few things.

I step inside, only to be pinned to the wall. It's none other than Logan-- the devil himself...

Fear fills my eyes, and my breath hitches in an uncomfortable way. He looks angry... really angry.

"H-Hi babe." I gulp. Logan just growls. "Where were you?" He asks sternly. "I-I was making a video with Roman and Patton, at Roman's house."

"Why didn't you tell me?!" He snaps, and I whimper. "I-I left a note o-on the counter." I stammer. Logan just snickers. "Where?" He asks. "B-by the phone." I answer, visible fear lining my shaky words.

Logan slaps me. "Do you didn't." He growls lowly. I wince, my cheek already getting swollen. "I-I-It must have fallen into the t-trash, under the c-counter." I whisper, my words whistling softly at a few of the 'T's.

"Bullshit." Logan murmurs under his breath, giving me another slap to the same cheek. It hurts even more now, and Logan lets me go. I shoves me, and I fall to the ground beside the door. I grunt, and rub my shoulder, which had hit the edge of the door.

I feel my clothing stick to something warm and oozing on my shoulder, and I look over at the door. There is a bit on blood on the hinge, and is sigh silently. Logan walks over to me, and kicks my leg. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from hissing in pain.

He continues this. Punch, insult. Kick, insult. Punch, punch, insult. Insult, insult, kick, punch, punch, insult. Random acts and movements of torture, to a human who has no dominance over anything.

Logan gets a call, and says to me that he has to leave to go do extra credit where he works at. Usually, this is a flat out lie. But I know it isn't this time, because he stopped in the middle of his torture session to leave.

After I hear the door slam shut and lock, I shakily get onto my feet. I limp to the bathroom, holding into the wall slightly for a hit of extra support. I look in the Murrow seeing blood dripping from above my eye, and my shoulder.

After washing the visible wounds on my face and shoulder, I wrap my shoulder with a bandage. I put a bandaid above my eye, right below the eyebrow.

I look at my legs, seeing blood seeping through my leggings, and dripping on the floor. I sit on the ground, and clean those wounds as well. I go around to my arms, repeat cycle.

After I am done with tending to my wounds and bruises and such, I walk over to our bedroom. I'm still slightly limping from earlier, but it is not as bad. I sit on the bed, and see a text from Thomas.

ThomasTheTrainEngine: Hiiii Virgillll

VirgilTheVigilant: Hi Thomas

ThomasTheTrainEngine: What's up?

VirgilTheVigilant: Nothing much.

ThomasTheTrainEngine: Same here. How'd the vid go with Pat and Ro?

VirgilTheVigilant: It went well. It was fun, lol

ThomasTheTrainEngine: Cool

VirgilTheVigilant: So what's up with u

ThomasTheTrainEngine: I just finished filming a talk vid with Talyn and Joan

VirgilTheVigilant: Cool cool. How'd that go

ThomasTheTrainEngine: It went awesome!!

VirgilTheVigilant: That's good.

ThomasTheTrainEngine: I gtg. Ttyl, Virgil!!

VirgilTheVigilant: Ttyl

~ThomasTheTrainEngine Has Logged Offline~

I sigh, turning off my phone. I set it to my bedside table, and decide to get some rest before Logan get back. I rest my head on the pillow, closing my eyes, and falling asleep.

To Be Continued