famILY 💔(Sandersides AU)

Deceit

Breath. That was the only thought circling through Virgil's head as he sat in the disabled bathroom. Just breath.

The events of the library kept repeating in his head. The bell. The bag. The boy.
Why was he always so jumpy and clumsy? Why did he run away? He kept asking himself that question when he knew the answer. The way everyone in the library was looking at him. He couldn't bear it. Being the centre of attention. He was such an idiot. But thinking about it didn't help. He had to concentrate.
Why did always panic so much?

As his heart rate slowed to a somewhat normal pace he pushed all thoughts of the red haired boy from his head and slipped out of the door.
Pulling the now crumpled timetable from his pocket he set of in search of his next class.

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Twenty minutes into the lesson, Patton was starting to worry. Virgil had looked terrified when he ran from the library and he was new to the school. He couldn't have gotten that lost, could he?
He glanced at Logan. His boyfriend was engrossed in the lesson and didn't share Patton's concern for the new boy.

Patton was just about to raise his hand and mention Virgil's absence when the door opened and a figure in a familiar purple and black jacket slipped into the classroom.

Their teacher, Mr Sanders, looked up at the sound of the door opening.
"Virgil I presume? Where have you been?" He asked.

"Got lost," Virgil mumbled, keeping his head low and heading for an empty desk right in the corner of the room.

Mr Sanders clearly didn't believe he could've gotten lost for twenty minutes, but he just shook his head and turned his attention back to the board.

"Virgil!" Patton hissed, "are you okay?"

Virgil nodded, not looking at him as he pulled a small battered notebook from his pocket.

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As soon as the bell rang for lunch Virgil grabbed his bag and made a beeline for the door, the small notebook still gripped in his hand.

"Hey Virgil, wait up!" Patton called pushing his way through the throng of students heading towards the canteen.

He reluctantly waited for the boy to catch up, who was dragging a disgruntled Logan behind him.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own," he muttered, but not without affection.

Patton didn't respond but let go of Logan's hand as he reached Virgil.

"How are you doing?" He asked quietly so only Virgil's ears could hear.

His only reply was a shrug. Patton bit his lip but didn't press the issue.

After the boys had gotten lunch, Virgil checked his timetable. He had art next. His mouth flickered with the ghost of a smile; art was one of his only strong points.

After assuring Patton, who had History next, that he would be fine he started to head to the art block, keeping his head low so as not to draw attention to himself. It didn't work.

He saw the boy coming and someone knew there was going to be trouble. Shit. With jet black hair and a yellow and black bomber jacket he emanated dominance and control. He could already feel himself trembling.

As he passed by Virgil he barged into him, causing the smaller boy to stumble backwards and trip, landing heavily on his back. The new boy was standing over him, a malicious grin spreading across his face.

"Who are you, newbie?" He asked, lashing out to kick Virgil's side.

Pain lanced through Virgil but he didn't respond as he concentrated on taking even breaths even as he knew it was hopeless. He could feel his throat closing up, his vision blacking out at the edges. He couldn't get enough air into his lungs. No no no not now.

Virgil whimpered and began trembling even more violently than before as the unknown boy lashed out again but instead of seeing him he saw and even more unwelcome figure.

His father.

"No!" Virgil cried as something heavy struck against the side of his face, sending him reeling backwards.

Whatever it was that he had been hit with fell to the floor with a loud clatter as his father advanced towards him, reeking of alcohol.

"Im sorry!" Virgil whimpered trying to back away, battling with a heavy limp from bruising on his leg.

"No your fucking not," his father hissed lashing out once more towards the cowering boy.

Then suddenly, darkness. Blissful darkness.

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Well that took a turn huh?
Idk what to say...if anyone's reading this I hope your enjoying it?
Idk lol

Later🤟🏻