The Lams Hotel | Sanders Sides // Logicality, Prinxiety, Remile, Demus

Chapter 10: Escape

TW- Implied sexual assault and incest, anxiety attack
Unedited ^-^;

Virgil looked up at his mother from the bed. 

"I'll see you this after noon, Virgil," She said, "Be ready for mommy, okay?" Virgil nodded weakly. She kissed his neck before leaving his room. Virgil looked out of his window and watched the silver car drive away. He let out a breath, knowing he was safe, at least for the time being. 

He emailed Remy immediately. 

Mom just left.

He got a response almost as quickly as he sent it. 

Okay, we'll be there by nine. That okay?

Yeah.

The hour felt like weeks to him. Weeks without his mother, but you know. As soon as 8:45 rolled around, he pulled his bag out from under his bed. He kept pacing until his phone went off. 

We're here. 

Virgil looked out his window. There was a gold car out in the lot. He immediately took his bag and ran down the stairs. He opened the door and headed for the car

Except he didn't. The door was locked. His eyes darted to the the handle. He knew that there was no handle lock, you could only lock and unlock it with a key, but he thought his mom left the door open. He desperately tried to open it, tears in his eyes. 

The two boys exited the car and walked up to the front door. Virgil opened the closest window as much as he could, which was maybe 2 inches. 

"What's going on?" Remy asked. 

"My mom locked the door," Virgil squeaked. Logan sighed. 

"Do you have any paper clips?" He asked. Remy looked at him, shocked. Virgil nodded. "Please get two for me." Virgil ran off before returning with two paper clips.  Logan took them and walked over to the door. 

He moved the clips around until he heard a small click. 

"Got it," Logan said, putting the clips in his pockets. He opened the door. 

"Why do you know how to do that?" Remy asked. Logan shrugged.

"It's not difficult. The fact that you can't is frankly concerning," Logan said flatly. Virgil left the house, clutching his suitcase as tight as he could. "You can put your luggage in the trunk," Logan said. Virgil did before climbing into the back seat. 

They started driving, Virgil still anxious. 

"Virgil, it's alright. We just want to help you. I used to live with my homophobic uncle. This place is so much better than living with someone against your basic rights or someone who hurts you," Remy said kindly. "Tell 'em, Lo."

"I lived with my homophobic mother. After I came out, I was almost immediately kicked out. Luckily, Remy being my friend for so many years, he had already informed me of this hotel. I have not been staying for a long period of time, but I have made the impression that the owners are quite kind and they want only to help," Logan said. Remy nodded. 

"It's a safe place, babes." Virgil smiled weakly, hoping that they were right. 

Logan parked at Emile's house, where the car had came from.

"I-Is this it?" Virgil asked. Logan shook his head. 

"It's across the street. This is our companions house. We borrowed his car," Logan explained. Virgil nodded weakly, his eyes shifting nervously. They all got out of the car, crossed the street, and entered the hotel. "Up there is Dominic. He owns the hotel. You should speak to him about how to get a room." Virgil nodded and shuffled up, afraid. 

"U-Uh, H-Hey," Virgil stuttered.

He hadn't seen another adult in so long... 

"Hello! I'm Dominic, he/him, how may I help you?" Dominic asked kindly. 

"I-I need a room," He said quietly. Dominic nodded once before typing on the laptop. 

"I just need some basic information. Name?"

"V-Virgil Storm."

"Pronouns. No pressure." 

"H-He/Him." Virgil said, staring down nervously. Dominic nodded. 

"Okay. So, if you need, we provide haircuts and binders--"

"N-No. I just need a place to stay," Virgil said. Dominic nodded. He printed a card and motioned for Virgil to follow him to the elevator. 

"Can we catch a ride?" Remy asked, stopping the doors from shutting. Dominic nodded and Remy and Logan walked into the elevator. 

The elevator jerked to a stop and the doors opened. Dominic lead him down the hall. 

"This is room 30. I hope you enjoy your stay. If you need anything, you can come down to the front desk, or the number for us is written on the phone," Dominic said. Virgil nodded. Dominic noticed how nervous Virgil looked. This happened a lot with new guests. Especially ones with particularly traumatising pasts. 

"By the way Virgil, you aren't alone here. I'm not sure what lead you here and I'm not going to dig into it here, but a lot of people here have a terrible past. But that's exactly what it is. The past. We try so hard to give you a new life. Everything will be okay. And you don't have to, but when/if you ever need to, you can come to me, my boyfriend or anyone else on staff," He said kindly. Virgil smiled weakly. Not because it was nervous or afraid, much more because he wasn't used to it. 

"Thank you," Virgil said quietly. 

"Of course. We all just want to make you comfortable. I'll see you later," Dominic said before walking off. 

"Hey, Virgil, just so you know, I'm in room 40 and Logan's in room 33, if you ever need either of us. Feel free to email or just knock," Remy said. Virgil nodded. "See ya." 

Virgil entered his room. He laid down on his bed, tired, exhausted, so happy to be free. He let himself drift to sleep, still in his jeans, t-shirt, jacket and boots. 

"Virgil! Wake up, mommy's home!"

Virgil's eyes shot open. It had only been a few minutes. He shook, afraid of the memories and possible future. He shuffled to his door and stumbled out of his room, landing on the floor. He gave up on moving and leaned on the wall behind him. 

He heard the door open closest to him. 

"Oh, goodness, are you alright?" A deep-ish, worried voice asked. Virgil could make out what he assumed was a person who sat down next to him. "Can you hear me?" Virgil nodded weakly. "Can you see me?" Virgil shook his head. "Can I make contact with you?" Virgil shook his head, more tears flooding his face.

Wait... when had he started crying...

"Okay, do you think you can focus on breathing? Breath in for 7?" Virgil nodded and took a deep breath. "Hold it for 8 seconds." The person counted to eight softly. "Now breath out for 7." Virgil nodded and followed their instructions. 

After repeating it a few times, Virgil was calm enough. 

"I-I'm sorry, you didn't need to--"

"It's okay. I've experienced both panic and anxiety attacks. They're awful," They said. Virgil looked down at the hem of his jacket.

"Virgil," He said, putting his hand on his chest.

"I'm Roman."