The Day They Tried to Rekindle II

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Shoutout to @Els_Bisexual_Eggos for influencing how this chapter plays out!

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol Abuse, Relapse, Violence, Mentions of Self Harm

Patton was sitting on the countertop while Damion was cleaning up Patton's bloody nose. Remus was right next to him, handing his boyfriend tissues and alcohol swabs, trying to help. "He slammed the door in my face...a-and the door hit me! I-I-I didn't mean to make him upset!" Patton cried, taking tissue from Remus to wipe his eyes.

"You didn't hurt him, Patton," Roman commented. "His excuse of parents did."

"I-I know but, I feel like I made it worse!" The poor boy sobbed. I clutched Roman's hand, willing myself not to cry. I felt so incredibly bad for both of them. Logan was right. His parents shouldn't have met with him. I wish we would've listened.

"It may seem that way, Pat but, Roman's right. You were trying to help." Remus added. "I will say though, it is quite odd for him to run out like that."

"I know! It's not like him to do that," Damion replied. He took a step back from Patton. His skin was faintly tinted red under his nose but the bleeding had stopped. He helped him off the countertop, making sure he was steady on his feet.

"Virgil, you understand panic attacks best. What can we do to help him?" Patton begged. I heated up a little, being put on the spot. I sighed, thinking it over.

"Our best bet is to listen to him. If he needs a little space, we have to respect his wishes. He'll come back to us when he's ready." I assured him. Patton nodded, trudging back over to the couch. He collapsed into it, sobbing into a throw pillow. I looked at the others, pity, and sadness in all of our eyes.

"I hate to disagree with you, Virgil. But I think Logan's had enough space; it's been almost an hour," Roman pointed out. I looked at the wall clock. Roman was right; I hadn't even realized. Damion and Remus went to comfort Patton. I wanted to as well, but Roman grabbed my hand. "Maybe we should start looking for him?"

"Yeah, probably," I agreed. We looked at the two with the crying Patton. They both nodded, giving us permission to exit the house. As soon as we got outside, I swallowed my former confidence. I started taking into account how massive our town is. Logan could be anywhere!

"Don't worry, Virgil. We'll find him," Roman told me. He pecked me on the kiss, instantly making me feel better. "Why don't you take the west side and I'll take the east, okay?" I wordlessly nodded, walking in that direction.

I headed down a few streets, took some turns I normally don't, and crossed the street multiple times. I started realizing I had no idea where I was going. My hands started to shake. I have to calm down. I have my phone, I can always find my way back home with that.

As I continued to walk along the sidewalk, a police car rolled up to me. I froze in my tracks, getting ready to either run or throw up. Whichever came first. "C-Can I he-help you, officer?" I asked as he rolled down his window.

"Sorry to bother you, sir. But we're looking for a boy, about your age with a black shirt and jeans with square glasses. He stole some alcohol from a gas station nearby and was last seen in this area." My eyes were wide. That was Logan. Logan stole alcohol. He's relapsing. I've got to find him, and I have to do so right fucking now.

"I-I uh, haven't se-se-seen him, sir." I told him. He nodded, looking straight ahead.

"Well, if you do, don't hesitate to phone it in, okay kid?" I nodded, allowing him to roll up his window and cruise down the street. This news has made this search a hundred times worse. Not only has he relapsed, but perhaps, all of Gainsville was looking for him. And if anyone else finds him, they might not be too kind.

I decided to call Logan to see if he'd answer. At least then I could try to get a hint as to where he's at. His name appeared on the caller ID as I dialed it. I pressed the phone to my ear, biting my lip and praying for a response. "H'llo?" Slurred a familiar voice.

"Logan! Thank god you answered. Where are you?" I replied.

"Don't...look...for...meeee," He responded. I heard glass smash in the background, followed by a snicker. "I'm ppppppperfectly gggggreeeeat!" He laughed with a hiccup.

"Logan, listen to me. You know you aren't. Are you listening to yourself! This isn't what you want! Just tell me where you are and all of us will help you!" I pleaded. I heard what sounded like the phone being thrown against something. My line went dead. "Logan?" I questioned.

"SHUT UP, VIRGIL!" Someone whined. I realized that the sound didn't come through my phone. Rather, Logan was very close by. I increased my pace, trying to track the sound of random giggles and hiccups.

I landed upon a brick alleyway. At the end of it, sat Logan. He had two cases of empty beer, along with one full one. He was starting to work on opening a wine bottle. A sighed in happiness. I was so glad I found him first. "Logan!" I cheered.

His head bobbed over to me as I ran over. When I was closer, I gasped. Logan's arms were scratched up a bloody. A lot of his beer bottles were smashed. He must've been breaking them across his arm. "Fuck," He muttered, swigging from the wine.

"NO! Logan stop!" I said. I tried to grab the bottle from him but he scooted away from me. I sighed. I've never experienced Logan when he's drunk. None of us have. But from Logan remembers about himself, he gets forgetful and reckless. A very dangerous duo. "Logan, please! Take a look around you! You're in a fucking alley! Drinking, no less! What would you say about that! What would Patton say?!"

"SHUT UP!" He shouted. A bottle suddenly came flying at my face. I didn't have time to react as it hit me in the face. I stumbled back upon impact. Everything was spinning, I could feel the blood run down my face. "Bullseye!" Logan drunkenly cheered.

"Goddamn it, Logan!" I muttered, putting my head in my hands. The pain was slowly getting worse. I wasn't entirely sure what to do. I removed my hands and looked around. Logan was taking another swig of wine. I had to put a stop to this.

I went over and kicked the bottle in his hands. It flung across the alley and smashed into the wall. "The fuck, dude!?"

"Just trust me," I told him. I started to hear sirens in the distance. Panic spiked through me. Someone called us in. In a moment of panic, I grabbed Logan's right arm and slung it over my neck. The blood from his arm was staining my shirt.

"Wh-Where are we goin'?" He hiccuped.

"Anywhere that isn't here. Now stay quiet!" I demanded. We waddled out of the alley. I wasn't sure where we were supposed to hide now, but I knew we could stay there.

We cut through a neighborhood, finding another alleyway to lay low in. I set Logan down against the wall. He seemed super out of it. I felt awful that he had relapsed. He has so many people that care about him, yet he felt that this as a necessary thing. I wasn't mad, just sad.

I could feel myself getting lightheaded. I put my fingers to my face when I pulled them back they were coated red. I had lost a lot of blood. I decided to take a seat next to Logan. With one leg drawn up close to my chest, I leaned my head against the wall and rested my eyes.

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