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The Kid Who Can't Love Right [Anxceit] (Exes AU)

TW:// Broken Family, Mention of Suicide (slight), Mentions of Toxic relationships, Mentions of Domestic Abuse, Use of the F word (not fuck)

STORYTIME!

Virgil was... distraught. He has had one of the roughest life boys can have in America. He's been through pretty much it all. His father divorcing his mother when he found out his baby wasn't white, as Virgil's mother had a one night stand with a Flilipino man, and his mother died due to suicide when his biological father didn't want anything to do with him. So he was taken to an orphanage and grew up without a single couple taking interest in him. He never went to school and only had the knowledge he scraped out of the libraries and what other kids told him.

When he was eighteen he was kicked out, told to get a job, and live on his own. He found his first relationship, but it was horrible. Virgil was a scared little kid with the maturity of a six year old. The relationship ended bitterly, the two vowing to never see eachother again. Now Virgil is age twenty six and he's been through thirty nine different relationships, none of them healthy. Virgil never had any self esteem. He just wants to end his life and stop being a scared, easily manipulated, easy to hit and abuse skinny gay Asian boy that nobody could love.

So why not torture himself and willing get needles stuck in his arm? He walked into the tattoo ship and froze when he made eye contact with the first ever relationship he ever had. Virgil started to panic and was about to run, but his knees locked and his feet planted when he heard his name being uttered out of the taller, broader, stronger man's Lips.

"Virgil? What happened to you?"

Virgil just bit his lip in shame. When he left the orphanage, he wasn't in good shape at all. But he was worse off now than when he was eighteen. He was malnourished, he had scars on his face and bruises all over his body. He was skinny and his hair was dyed, even though his ex boyfriend standing in front of him knew how much he hated the idea of dying his hair. His nose was crooked and he wore an ankle brace. The last relationship really screwed the poor, five foot three boy over.

"Virgil?"

Dee, the ex boyfriend who apparently was a tattoo artist of this place, approached him with authority. If Virgil remembered correctly, and he can't rem,ever anything for crap, his longest relationship ever was with Dee. It was nice at first, but then Virgil started getting antsy and he'd get defensive, picking fights with Dee when he knew Dee was just being a smug and/or sarcastic little bastard. He was way right, Virgil does need therapy.

"I should go, I'm sorry."

"Virgil, what happened to you? Your hair, your body, why are you in a tattoo shop? You're terrified of needles and you have issues with commitment. I haven't seen you in god knows how many years and you show up like- Who hurt you. Virgil, tell me who hurt you. I'll have them arrested or way worse. I know my way with a weapon and you know that. I'll have them pay for hurting you like this."

Virgil turned his head away, even though Dee placed his hands on his shoulders and stood with his face inches away from Virgil's. He fought tears, knowing that If he cried he'd be a 'pussy boy' or a 'little girl' or even a 'dirty faggot' and he'd be scolded and/or struck again. He had to be a man. Dee's eyes were wild, forgetting all about the other customers and everyone else. Virgil's breath stopped working, all the attention was on him. He felt so humiliated. Why did he decide he wanted a tattoo? Why did he decide he wanted a tattoo!?!

"I never should've left you like that. Damn me. Damn me straight to hell. You were just scared little kid..."

"No. You were right to leave me. I'm sorry. There's... I'm causing a scene. I'm sorry."