Summer Camp

Chapter One

The man towered over the young victim, his expression full of rage.

"You little asshole! You should be happy I give you a roof over your head! You ungrateful bitch! You have the nerve?!"

The boy quivered in fear. Why did he think it would be a good idea to say anything? You idiot! He thought. The man came closer. He tried to scramble away, but the much larger male grabbed him.

"DAD! DAD STOP!"

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME?"

"Nothing, s-sir." He mumbled.

"What was that?!"

"N-Nothing sir!"

"That's what I thought, you fag."

"M-Mom. Help!" He cried desperately. His mother just sit on her chair, a bottle in her hand. She watched, expression blank, as her son was abused.

"You think that bitch is gonna help you? Hah!" He laughed maliciously.

The thin boy whimpered. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop!

The man raised his bottle in the air. And brought it down on the cowering boy's head....

"No!"

Virgil woke with a start. His breath was ragged and uneven. He looked around the room. He was in his bed sat in the middle of the room on the far wall from the door, which was directly in front of the bed on the opposite wall.. The black comforter on top of him, plush and offering warmth and security. The walls, a shade of purple hue underneath, were covered in the posters he had collected in the years he had stayed here. On one wall was a black bookshelf, filled with not books, but vinyl records of his favorite bands. On one of his nightstands was a record player with a black base. He had purple sheets on his bed and black pillow cases. His bed frame was a soft white. Morning light streamed from the large window next to the bookshelf, which had his simple desk in front of it, his laptop open and displaying his dashboard on the website Tumblr. His room. Home.

A... a dream.... It-It was a dream.

He started to calm down at that thought. His breathing evened out. He wiped his face and realized his hand felt wet. He pulled his hand back and looked at it. Tears. He had been crying.

As soon as he had completely calmed down his bedroom door opened. His aunt poked her head through the door.

"Are you okay, hon? I thought I heard you scream."

Virgil wiped his face one final time as he took a deep breath.

"Uh, yeah... yeah I'm fine Aunt Jackie." His voice was still raspy and hoarse from sleep and hyperventilating.

"Okay.... Well are you ready to go? The bus'll show up in about an hour. And we gotta be there when it shows up." She then walked away.

"What..?" He said slowly, his mind still hazy. Then it clicked.

Shit.

He groaned. He slugged out of bed and grabbed his phone, computer, and charger. He only needed one charger because his phone and laptop used the same one. He took his laptop charger because it was more powerful. He grabbed all of his stuff and went into the hallway. It was gray all the down with doors on either side. On the left side at the of the hall was an opening that lead to the rest of the house. He trudged down and went to the opening. In the opening was the large bag filled with clothes and other necessities for the summer.

He grabbed the bag walked into the small kitchen. The smell of bacon grease, toast, and eggs hit him in the face. He saw his aunt at the stove making breakfast. She saw him come through the door and smirked. "Took you long enough." Virgil glared at her halfheartedly as he sat down at the table. She chuckled. "C'mon, grumpy. Eat some breakfast and then get dressed. You only have about..." She trailed off as she checked the time on her phone, "15 minutes?! Okay okay okay." She plopped some bacon on her nephew's plate along with one scrambled egg and a piece of toast. "Eat this quick! And then just throw whatever on! It takes 10 minutes to get there!"

Virgil scrambled to get finished eating. He ended up shoving everything down and then running to his room. He threw on a purple long sleeve shirt with faux rips, black ripped skinny jeans (as if he had anything OTHER than that) and his sweatshirt with patches that he had made a few months ago. He grabbed his foundation and eye shadow, figuring he'd fix it on in the car on the ride over. He ran to grab his bag from the kitchen and made it out the door in between the kitchen and the living room and into the driveway. He saw his aunt in the driver's seat ushering him to get inside. Virgil threw his bag in the back seat and then clambered in and buckled at the same time as closing the door.

After quite a few mess ups and a lot of foundation lost later, he had finally finished with his makeup. His aunt never really approved of how much black he packed under his eyes, but she decided to teach him how to do it properly after seeing him smear dollar store black eye shadow under his eyes with his finger when had only been there a few months. They went out and got real eye shadow and she gave him an old but never used packing brush. When he feels like he wants to look especially good, he'll experiment with other colours in his palet (On his upper lid. He does do his lower lid but he doesn't drag it down.) There are some dark nudes and some really bright colours, too. As well as metallic shades. He also went out and got more makeup so it could be a whole look. He also experiments with his lipsticks. Aunt Jackie had told him he could be a makeup guru with how good he ends up looking, but he always brushed it off.

They drove into the parking lot of the large building. He unbuckled quickly, as did Aunt Jackie. Aunt Jackie nearly ripped the back car door of it's hinges and grabbed his bag. Virgil was already halfway across the parking lot to get to the building. She started running as well. When Virgil got inside he saw a man with a clipboard on the other side of the hall in front of a reception;s desk and two large glass doors like the one he had just ran through. The man looked up from his clipboard and started making his way to the doors.

"Wait!!" Virgil yelled. He ran towards the man. "I'm here." He stopped and panted. "I'm here."

"Well that's lucky! We were just about to leave! Where's your guardian?" The man asked Virgil.

"Right here!" He looked behind him to see his Aunt Jackie running with his bag on her back.

Virgil waited as his aunt checked him in and gave his bag to the man. When they were finished, the man turned to Virgil.

"Alright, champ! Let's get on the bus! I'm sure you'll have a great time at our summer camp!"