New Life (Sanders Sides fanfic)
22 parts Ongoing Virgil has been happy all his life. He was joyful, bubbly, had friends, had loving parents (keywords: has, had, and was). His parents tragically got into a plane crash and so he got shipped off to Florida to live with his aunt, having to leave his friends, house, family, most of his belongings, and -what he didn't know yet- his joyful, happy attitude behind. He also had no clue his aunt was abusive, emotionally and physically and did drugs. His aunt drank all day and beat Virgil, drunk or sober. She would scream horrible things at him while beating, cutting, and/or whipping him. He was forced to live in his aunts dark dirty shed instead of her house. He had no bed and barely any food or water. She treated him as if he was her slave, making him cook and clean. When he was done with chores she would throw him back into the shed and beat him and yell him and not let him sleep or eat, " Bad boys don't get to eat," she would say, " you have to earn what you get" One day after she left the shed, cackling madly like a witch she forgot to lock the shed door. Virgil was weak, bruised, bloody, and starving but managed to escape. He ran. Ran for hours and hours and hours. People avoided him due to how skinny and vulnerable and beaten he was. Some jerks his age stopped to taunt and tease him about how pathetic he looked. Suddenly he bumped into a stranger who goes by the name of Roman. The moment Roman saw Virgil something inside him told him he needed to protect this boy. He took him in, frantically scrambling into his four bedroom house and over to his friends/room mates Patton and Logan, who were quite shocked to see him in this condition. As they gradually got to know him, helping him get better, Virgil grew close to them, especially Roman. But he always had that nagging thought in the back of his head, "Am I sure i can trust them? What if their going to hurt me like she did? Do they really like me?" After all, how could someone who was taught to fear learn to love?