Come Back Home

Chapter 16

Light

Logan looked down at the figure leaning on him and realised Patton had fallen asleep on him.

He smiled and planted a small kiss on Patton's forehead, turning off the TV and sliding himself out from under him, before picking him up - Patton was lighter than he looked - and carrying him up to bed.

Logan looked at the sleeping person across the room as he rolled over and grabbed the blankets, and he quietly turned off the light and shut the door, making his way back to his own room.

As Logan sat down on the side of his bed, he looked at the clock on his beside table. It read 10:09 pm.

I have some time before I really need to go to bed, Logan thought.

Deciding on a book, he pulled out his favourite murder mystery novel, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. He had read it plenty of times before, and loved it each time.

Logan set himself an alarm so he wouldn't accidentally over-read and end up going to bed too late.

Then he settled himself into the story.

Virgil looked out the window as light streamed in.

He had been awake most of the night, pacing, focusing on his breathing. He had gotten, at most, four hours of sleep, in the middle of the night. He had woken up early too, and had been sitting awake in the dark for a while, the room only illuminated by the soft shine of his laptop in the gloom.

He was just trying to lose himself in the glow, just wanted to forget, if only for a little while, where he was, the fact that he was trapped.

He set down his laptop for a moment, walking over to the window and looking outside at the suburban neighbourhood, missing freedom, though it had only been at most two days since his confinement.

Virgil sat heavily back down on his bed, as a loud thump came from the door. He was on his feet in an instant, backed into the corner by instinct.

He looked at the door as a voice came from the other side. "Hello Virge," it said. It sounded sad. Virgil ducked his head a bit to see out of the flap. It was Roman.

"Don't call me that," Virgil replied, voice full of venom. "I've already told you that. My best friends gave me that name, and you shouldn't know it. You shouldn't know anything about me."

Roman sighed, picking up where he left off. "Virgil, the thing I just pushed through- it's a photo album. There are photos inside of when you lived here. When you were... Okay."

Virgil couldn't control his anger. "How dare you say that, like my family are the bad ones here? Like I used to be here, like I would have ever wanted to be near you?"

"Virgil-"

"No. Leave me alone," Virgil replied. He was sick of this. What were they doing? Were they trying to make him trust them so they could corrupt him? Why did they keep coming back to talk to him?

Roman said nothing, he just turned and left, the sound of slow footsteps moving away from the door.

Virgil wanted to look at the photo album, simply out of curiosity, but firmly ruled it out. He would deal with them as much as he had to, no more.

He settled himself back on his bed and reopened his laptop, screen lighting up.

He heard more footsteps approach the door, but chose to ignore them. Someone started knocking on his door. He continued to ignore it, but the knocking didn't stop.