TW: talk of abuse, angst, police mention
(Virgil's POV)
'Shit'
I thought as I sat up. My head was throbbing, it felt like it would explode. I looked around taking in my surroundings, I was in the basement again... I sat still trying to think clearly. My thoughts were abit foggy and my eyes were still adjusting to the darkness of the room.
I stood up shakily and heard a quiet thud next to me. I looked down to see what was the cause of the noise.
It was my phone? I still have my phone, but he always makes sure I don't have it down here.
I stared down at it, this could be my escape. But what if something goes wrong...
What if dad finds out I called the police. Or he could lie to the police and then I'd be in deep fucking trouble. What if dad kills me.
Anything could go wrong.
I sat back down, picked up my phone, and went to the phone dialer. I typed in 9-1-1 but I didn't call. I just stared at the screen for a while.
I finally exited the dialer, I couldn't call them. The outcomes of calling them are all too much for me to handle.
So I guess I'll just stay here. Even if it is so fucking painful.
[1 hour time skip brought to you by Virgil's overwhelming thoughts]
'Ding!' 'Ding!' 'Ding!'
My phone chimed signifying that I have a new text from someone.
I looked to see who it was and it was none other than Roman.
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Ro: Virgilllllll
Ro: I'm boredddd
Ro: Give me attentionnnn
Me: * gives attention *
Ro: fuck yes
Ro: I love this attention you just gave me
Ro: I shall now show my gratitude by having a real convo with you
Me: okay
Me: show me that gratitude Princey
Me: you can start the convo
Ro: okayyy
Ro: how was your day?
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I stared at my phone, how do I answer that. Do I tell the truth? Do I lie?
I'm going to lie...
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Me: it was good
Me: how was yours?
Ro: it was soooo boring
Ro: I had rehearsal today but they didn't do my scenes so I just sat there bored as hell
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