famILY 💔(Sandersides AU)

Run Boy Run

I would just like y'all to know that I'm writing this in a tent during a thunderstorm. Irish weather is just the best😂

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Virgil couldn't sleep. It was Monday night - the night before the court case. He was terrified. He didn't know what he was supposed to do or say. They would need evidence, wouldn't they? The thought made his blood run cold. Stumbling out of his bed he staggered over to the window. He wrenched it open and took deep lungfuls of the crisp night air. Now was not the time for a panic attack. He needed to relax and clear his head. It would be fine. No one would hurt him or force things out of him. His father would be restrained. It would be fine. He repeated that one phrase over and over again until he eventually fell into a light, troubled sleep, curled up on the windowsill, a cool breeze blowing in his face.

(The storm stopped and it's sunny now??? Da fuc Ireland?)

-Time Skip-

When Virgil woke he felt as though he had only been asleep for a moment. His limbs were leaden and his mouth bone-dry. He hadn't felt this fearful since his mo-well since forever. (*cough* foreshadowing *cough*). He sighed and cast an eye over the clothes Patton's mother had left for him; black jeans, a white shirt, and a black tie and jacket. Jesus Christ why did this have to be so formal? Was court even supposed to be formal? He honestly had no idea (aka I don't have any clue😂) At least he had jeans. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to bite the bullet and pulled on the clothes, leaving the tie undone around his neck and pulling the jacket sleeves over his hands as per-usual. His one piece of rebellion was ignoring the black formal shoes in favour of his scuffed old doc-martins. He had been wearing the shirt for five minutes but the starched collar was already giving him grief. He rubbed his neck irritably to no avail. Thank god the court case was early in the day. He inched the door open and stuck his head out before slipping downstairs. He found Patton in the kitchen nibbling a slice of toast. The boy had pestered his mother non-stop (GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY IM CURIOUS BEAR WITH ME!! I'm sorry I'm listening to Hamilton rn) until she relented and let him accompany them to court. He smiled encouragingly as Virgil entered.

"Hey," He said.

Virgil nodded in response, pulling out a chair next to Patton.

"How are you feeling?"

"Nervous," Virgil admitted, "Really nervous. But I want to get it over with,"

Patton nodded understandingly. "So do I. The sooner the better,"

-Time Skip-

(This is going to be a very short, condensed version of a court case  cause 1) I don't really know how it works and 2) I don't really like to talk about it that much cause...reasons...but I'll do it for you guys)

Virgil sat pulling at a loose thread on his sleeve whilst staring  into space. Patton was sitting next to him, doing something on his phone as they waited in a large corridor. Virgil felt like he was in trouble, waiting outside the principals office. He had that same knot of anxiety and nausea in his stomach that came with it.
Finally they entered the courtroom. Virgil was overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the place. He stuck close to Patton's side for as long as possible, even though he knew he would have to be on his own eventually. He was directed to a seat near the front which he took reluctantly as more people arrived. Patton and his mother were a row behind him (idfk if this makes senseeee). He waited in silence. The longer he sat the shallower his breath became until he was just short of panting. That was when he saw his father. His whole body seized up and his breath caught in his throat. Patton seemed to notice and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. The sight of the man had brought a wave of unwanted memories flooding back. He had been taking into custody the day they had called the police and didn't look happy about it. If looks could kill, everyone in the room would have been six feet under.

Finally, the case began. The judge read of the charges (I'm literally basing this off the Sanders Sides video help me).

Child abuse.
Neglect.
Drug abuse.
The list went on.

The judge asked a few questions to some of the people fighting against his father which Virgil didn't really pay attention to. He probably should have but he didn't. The answers were basically sob stories which he didn't appreciate even though they were almost 100% true. He only really payed attention when he it was the people defending his fathers turn. How much they were being payed to defend that piece of shit he would never now. Finally the judge turned to his father.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Virgil tensed as his father seemed to think something through.

"I don't see why I'm here," he said at last.

Suddenly Virgil's anxiety was washed away, replaced with a burning rage. He bit back the remark that was forming with a considerable amount of effort.

"What-what do you mean by that?" The judge asked, evidently confused and possible concerned by this statement.

"I mean," Virgil's father leaned forward in a threatening but also defensive way, "I don't see what I've done wrong," He looked Virgil dead in the eyes as he said that.

Virgil stood up, shaking and said in a wavering voice, "You don't see what you've done wrong? Really? Nothing you did to me seemed wrong to you?" Virgil's voice rose with every word he said. He was barely holding back tears that were bound to spill. The temperature seemed to drop a few degrees as the two looks at each other.

Virgil's father nodded.

He snapped.

"YOU FUCKING USED ME AS A PUNCHING BAG. YOU DENIED ME FOOD, A DECENT BED,  ENOUGH CLOTHES," Virgil sobbed, "YOU TREATED MY MOTHER LIKE A SEX TOY AND ME LIKE A SLAVE. I AM COVERED IN SCARS TO THE POINT WHERE I NEVER REMOVE THIS BLOODY JACKET! AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT? OH YEAH! YOURS. YOU DROVE ME TO DEPRESSION AND FUCKING SUICIDE!" Tears were streaming down Virgil's face and he was trembling violently, barely able to support himself. Everyone in the room was silent, concerned but to afraid to step in. Virgil's father was clearly shocked by the outburst but Virgil wasn't done. "I HAVE LIVED MY LIFE KNOWING NOTHING BUT PAIN. I AM FUCKING TERRIFIED OF EVERYTHING, TERRIFIED  OF DOING SOMETHING WRONG. YET I HAD TO PRETEND EVERYTHING WAS FINE BECAUSE YOU THREATENED TO FUCKING KILL ME. MAYBE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER IF YOU HAD!" With that, Virgil fled on shaking legs, still sobbing uncontrollably, ignoring everyone's shouts for him to come back.

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Please don't hate me😅
I'm sorry for what I just wrote.
Seriously. I almost cried😂

Anyway you know what I said about being off school so I'll be able to write more? Scratch that I'm moving house so if updates are slow you know why.

Later🤟🏻

(Again I'm sorry)