D͓̽o͓̽u͓̽b͓̽l͓̽e͓̽ N͓̽e͓̽g͓̽a͓̽t͓̽i͓̽v͓̽e͓̽s͓̽ (A Logicality story)

Crash

TW: abuse, implied abuse, homophobia, transphobia

Logan set his phone down on his desk getting up from his chair and making his way to the door. He cautiously peeked his head out of the door frame looking down the long dimly lit hallway. after making sure the coast was clear the boy took a few steps into the hall and out of his room. He started to hear far away voices.

"You better tell me that you did not just say what I think you said boy," the first, lower voice said.

"I did, I'm not a boy I told you! Why can't you just accept me!! That's all I efing want!! Your acting like being Non-binary is the same as murder!" The second voice shouted obviously angered.

"Don't you say that! You are a boy and that isn't even a real thing!! You need to learn your place!!" The first voice spoke again.

"Your so small-minded you can't even learn to accept your own children! You shouldn't be legally allowed custody over me or Logan you homophobic transphobe!!" The second voice shouted.

"What do you mean 'accepting Logan'?! That boy knows his place and who he is and was born as, not a fag or tranny like you,"

Then there was silence.

It was scarier than yelling.

A loud noise like someone had been slammed against the wall shook the house.

"Boy, if you know something about Logan that I don't you better spit it out for your sake," the voice spoke again more threatening than before if possible. Logan heard a hushed voice almost like they were being choked. Of the words, he managed to understand one seemed louder than the rest.

Gay.

Logan couldn't move. 

Another loud thud shook the house witch was Logan assumed the person slammed against the wall being let go, hitting the floor.

Logan couldn't move.

Logan heard another crashing-like noise followed by hurried footsteps coming up the stairs. He tried to get to his room but his feet wouldn't move. It felt as if he was stuck in cement that had hardened his feet still on the floor. 

Logan couldn't move.

He looked up to see Remy stomping up the stairs looking not like his usual self. Fat tears slipped out from under his sunglasses -which were cracked- and down his face. His jacket had tears in it and he had a large red handprint on the side of his face. Pieces of what looked like glass littered his dark hair. Remy muttered 'I'm sorry over' and over under his breath.

Logan couldn't move.

The older boy turned his attention towards the younger boy standing frozen in the hallway near his bedroom door.  Remy looked to his brother with fear in his eyes before rushing into his own room, shutting and locking the dark grey door. Logan stood there still frozen debating whether or not he should venture down the stairs. 

Before Logan could react another set of feet stomped up the stairs. The older scruffy-looking man stomped up the staircase his feet pounding into the weak wood with every step.

Logan couldn't move.

-Shattered-Starlight