Getting it Together

A Familiar Face

TW: gruesome death, explosion, dissociation, choking, internal  drowning, murdering a teenager, attempted rape of a minor, underage drinking, blood, use of derogatory term, crying, flashback

written by @wittlevirgilsanders on Tumblr

"So, Virgey..." Patton drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and hummed, looking at Virgil in the rearview mirror. "How are you doing?"

"M'fine..." Virgil says quietly, staring out the window. His hand gently ran through Sela's fur, his gaze vacant.

"Wha'ohh. Looks like we need gas." Patton notices, quickly pulling into a gas station. "You want some chips, hun?"

"No thank you," Virgil whispers.

Pulling up the hood from the babysitter's hoodie, Patton gets out of the car and starts the gas flow into the car.

Sela whines, looking up at Virgil. Virgil looks up at the soft muted jingle as the convenience door swung open, and Kayla Smith walked out.

"Yuk it up, Kayla." Brent laughed. Kayla shook her head tiredly and took another swig from the bottle.

"Are you sure your parents are okay with this?" Virgil asked quietly. He was seated a little ways away from the circle, his arms wrapped around him.

"Yeah dude, it's totally fine." Jane smiles, leaning over and spinning the bottle. "Ooh! It landed on you, Virge!"

"Me?" Virgil blanched, staring down at the bottle.

"You know the rules man, kiss, or drink." Kevin waggles his eyebrows suggestively

"Is it...?" Virgil opens the top and sniffs the drink. "Is it strong?"

"Nah dude, it's like eighty percent water." Brent assures him.

"Hey, you don't have to drink it," Kayla tells him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"C'mon Kayla! He can't chicken out on the rules!" Jane argues.

Virgil looked down at the bottle and quickly took a swig. The vodka burned as it went down his throat, making his eyes water.

"Ayy, good sport!" Kevin cheered, smacking him harshly on the back.

"Virgil?" Patton huffs annoyed that Virgil's attention was on something other than him.

Virgil snaps out of his daze as Patton looks over to the convenience store.

Kayla was still outside, holding a bag of chips with one hand and talking to someone on her phone.

"That's the bitch that hurt you..." Patton growls.

"Geez Virge, you're such a lightweight." Brent laughs. "One sip and you're drunker than all of us."

Kayla and Kevin were in a bathroom together, and soft noises and giggling would drift under the door.

"N'er...drank before..." Virgil slurs, his head lolled back against the couch.

Jenna giggles. "Aww, c'mon Virgey, I'll take you up to bed."

Jenna winks at Brent, who grins and grabs his phone, following them upstairs.

When Virgil came to, the car had been moved and parked away from the convenience store, where Patton was stalking angrily towards Kayla.

Virgil pulled the car door open and rushed after Patton, slamming it closed before Sela could get out.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Patton snarls, grabbing Kayla's phone and slamming it onto the ground. He shoves her into the wall and Kayla's head slams back against the concrete wall.

"Hey, what the hell-!" Kayla cuts off as she looks at Patton. "You!"

"W'er you doin?" Virgil asks as Jane pulls off his sweatshirt.

"Well, you can't sleep in a sweatshirt Virge." Jane giggles, laying him down on the bed and propping his head up with a pillow.

"But...But I wan it." Virgil pouts.

Patton grabs Kayla's arms and throws her down by a gas pump, taking out the nozzle and shoving it down her throat.

Kayla coughs, the leftover gasoline leaving a sour taste in her mouth, garbled pleading words aimed at Virgil. Virgil stood frozen behind Patton, not able to look away as Patton shoves a credit card into the machine and starts the flow.

Kayla struggles around the gas, choking and gagging as Patton looked on coldly, until slumping down.

Patton rifles in his pocket and grabs a match, striking it.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kayla yells, grabbing Brent's phone and stopping the recording. "Get away from him!"

"C'mon Kay, we were just trying to help him." Jane rolls her eyes.

"Get off him!" Kayla screams, grabbing Jane and yanking her out of Virgil's lap. "You know he's not like that!"

Virgil sniffles, hurriedly wiping at his tears and hiding his face.

"Why do you care so much about a little faggot anyway?" Brent asks. "It's not like he's into you."

Kayla stares at Brent for a moment, then rears her foot back and slams it into his crotch.

The explosion shook the ground as Patton began walking to Virgil. Blood sprayed everywhere, staining Virgil's face and hair. Any fingerprints Patton might have left on Kayla were now unrecognizable.

"Here, Virgil." Kayla gently helped Virgil put on his sweatshirt, grabbing his phone out of the pocket and handing it to him. "Call Kai, and have them pick you up."

Virgil nods shakily, already beginning to dial the number.

"Come on kiddo, let's go home." Patton lifts Virgil and carries him to the car, gently setting him down.

As they drove away from the crime scene, Patton hummed a gentle tune, looking at Virgil through the rearview mirror. "I saw her, looking through the window on the day of the party. That bitch, probably going to laugh at you with all her petty friends."

Or maybe, Patton. She was looking out for me.

Virgil chokes back another sob, burying his face in Sela's fur.

"Why are you crying kiddo? I'm right here."

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