Sanders Sides High School AU
A popular jock with a passion for performing
A friendly boy with a happy go lucky attitude
An emotionless nerd with the title valedictorian
A lonely emo who's just trying to survive
A compulsive liar with a past
A lon...
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Fair warning, I don't know shit about trials and stuff like this so I had to do a lot of research for this chapter, this might be really bad
TRIGGER WARNINGs : court setting, talks about abuse in detail, talks about mental hospital and lots of disorders, talks about blood and drugs
Virgil POV Breathe. Breathe. Breathe in and out. Focus on Roman holding me. Breathe. Breathe. I can do this.
I can't do this.
"I can't, Roman I can't, I don't...I don't want to see him again," I chocked out, my hands somehow digging farther into Roman's skirt.
"It's going to be okay," Roman told me, gently running a hand through my hair. "I'll be there the entire time. Once this is over, you'll never have to see your father again."
"I can't do this," I cried.
"Virgil," Roman pushing me off him gently. "We're already here. The case starts in ten minutes."
"Don't remind me," I chocked out.
Roman pulled me back in for a hug and gently brushed my tears away. I tried to calm myself down, taking deep breaths.
I tried to focus on something other then the overwhelming fear. We were hiding in the bathroom. I walked into the court house, Roman signed us in, then I had a panic attack.
Roman fixes my tie and ran a few hands through my hair to try and comb it. His attempts were futile.
"Just take deep breaths," He told me. "If anything starts to go wrong, just count backwards and breath."
"I don't want to do this," I mumbled, finally regaining my composure.
"I know you don't baby, I wish I could make it so you didn't have to deal with this," He told me gently. "But you'll be okay. He won't be able to touch you in there. You're just a witness so that your dad can go away from a while."
"What if I have another panic attack? What if I can't calm down? What if he does try to hurt me. What if I make a fool out of myself in front of everyone?" I asked. My brain was rapid fire coming up with a million ways this could go wrong.
