famILY 💔(Sandersides AU)

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Logan blinked, squinting in the sudden brightness as a door swung open, light spilling into the room. He tried to focus on the person who entered, but his head was still throbbing, making it hard to keep his mind straight. His hand's were trembling and the rope that bound them was rubbing against his wrist's painfully.

The person was male, judging by build and was clothed all in black, with a ski mask obscuring his face. He closed the door quickly behind him, cutting out the light but flicked a switch next to it that lit a bare bulb hanging in the middle of the ceiling, bathing the room in a weak yellow glow.

"Hello, Mr Kidnapper," Logan said. He was terrified, but that didn't stop him from being snarky.

The man seemed to jump a little, surprised that he had spoken first. "Shut up. I do the talking here. I don't want to hurt you, so you're going to cooperate. Understand?" His voice was gruff, with little patience, as if he didn't want to be there. Which was fair if you'd just kidnapped a kid.

"Well, Mr Kidnapper, I'm tied to a chair, so in theory there isn't much I can do to not cooperate. Also you've already hurt me. When you hit my head remember? I also would assume you want a ransom for me so it makes sense to keep me in at least a semi-healthy state. So, no, I won't shut up,"

The man took a step towards him, taking an aggressive stance. "Shut up, or I'll make you,"

Logan didn't know why he continued talking. Fear maybe. "You're smart, I'll give you that. Kids gain much more sympathy, and therefore money, in these situations. Now, the messages. Those are odd. How did you get my number I wonder?" He thought for a moment. "Oh I know! You're one of those enemies my father always talked about,"

His kidnapper hit him on the jaw. Hard. Logan cried out and slumped in the chair. He could feel a bruise blossoming and his jaw ached. He blinked away tears. Maybe it was best if he shut up now.

"Listen here you brat. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut. This isn't about you so stay out of it. Got it?"

Logan couldn't see how his being kidnapped wasn't about him but he nodded slightly anyway, keeping his eyes down. He had had his fun. Now he should think about a way to get out.

How long had he been here? The room he was in was small and windowless, with bare walls and some less the encouraging stains on the floor. He hoped to whatever god may exist out there that they weren't blood.

He shook his head to clear it and winced. It still hurt. Great. Mr Kidnapper looked up slightly and walked around behind him, tightening the bonds on his wrists for no apparent reason before leaving the room, turning just before he left to flick of the light.

"Stay quiet or I'll gag you,"

With his jaw, head and wrist hurting and the first signs of hunger creeping into his fear-filled stomach he let out a shuddering breath.

Fuck he was scared.

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It had been two days and still no sign of him. Virgil, Patton, Roman, Remy and even Remus were out for hours on end, asking of anyone had seen him, putting up posters but with no luck.

Patton had slowly become more withdrawn until he was barely talking. He was driving himself mad with worry, barely eating, staring at nothing, constantly scratching or rubbing his hands. The same anxious habits that Virgil had.

None of them were sure what was going on with the police search but as far as they knew they were getting the same results. Zilch.

It was the evening of the second day and Virgil was leaning against Roman, his face half buried in his neck. Neither of them were talking. Patton had left a few hours ago and Remus was who knows where.

"You ok?" Roman asked quietly after a few minutes of silence.

Virgil tried to laugh but it came out and a strangled choking noise. No he wasn't ok. He was never ok, but he was worse than ever now.

"Ok, dumb question. How are you holding up?"

Virgil spoke without moving his head. "Awfully. I'm more anxious than I ever was when-," He stopped talking abruptly.

Roman looked down at him and shifted slightly, making Virgil sit up and face him. "Listen, I never ask you what happened in your life, why you're staying with Mr S- Thomas but just know you can tell me. You can trust me with anything. I won't judge and I will always be here for you. Ok?"

Tears welled in Virgil's eyes and threatened to spill. He nodded and plucked at his sleeve, where the scars prickled. Fresh scars. He had been trying to stop, he really had, but with everything that was going on, he just- he just couldn't. He was angry with himself for it, ashamed. But Roman didn't need to know about that. It wasn't important.

Instead, he leaned back against his boyfriend, burying his face back in the crook of his neck. Roman's arm immediately went around him, holding him close and kissing the top of his head.

Virgil sighed, closed his eyes and tried to push away the bad thoughts that swirled though his mind. It didn't work.

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