On the next morning he found himself in the same bed, laying on his side naked underneath the blanket. Everything hurt. Every muscle, bone and last inch of his skin, just ached. His limbs were heavy and he felt sick to his stomach, bearly remembering last night.

He slowly sat up with a groan before looking around. Light shone through the red currtans. It was early in the morning, so no one else was up, after partying til 3 a.m in the morning.

He recognised the football cups on the shelf above the writing desk, the cosmetic table and giant mirrored wardrobe next to the bed, which he knew was filled with desinger clothes. Roman had brought him to his own room, last night. Virgil didn't want to think about how much Roman's posessive behavior terrified him.

He slowly sat up and turned towards the wardrobe, scooping over to the edge of the bed, setting his feet on the ground. Virgil breathed in for a second with closed eyes, before looking at himself in the mirror. He had the face of an average 25 year old college student, with brown hair and brown eyes.

He wore eyliner to conceal the dark circles underneath them, which was smeared by tears. He had a sharp nose and slightly full lips. The left side of his face was swollen and blue. Looking down on himself he found deep scartches, bruises, and bitemarks all over his torso and limps as well on his wrists and ankles, shimmering in a sharp contrast to his fair skin.

Some scratches were so deep they were still bleeding slightly. He didn´t even had to look at his back to know what kind of a mess it was. He could feel the sting of open wounds, when ever he moved. Roman had let out all of his frustration on him yesterday, while desperately craving for more.

The tattoo on his back, resembling two ripped off wings with bloody little feathers around the base, looked even more brutal with all those scratches and bitemarks caused by his 'lover'.

It had been Remus's idea to get a tattoo after he broke up with Roman, like Virgil was some kind of fallen angel. Abandoned from heaven to now live among the mortals for eternity, sharering their pain and suffering but also their love and joy. Virgil still wondered were the hell Remus was, but kept the thought for later. First he had to get out of this place.

He looked around for his clothes, which were neatly folded over the backrest of a chair infront of the cosmetic table. Virgil tried getting up, feeling quiet dizzy and weak on his feet, but managed to reach the chair. He took his clothes and headed for the bathroom next door.

In the bathroom he turned the light of the mirror on revealing even more bruises, scratches, bites, a big choke mark around his neck and handprints around his arms and shoulders.

Virgil let the water of the shower warm up before cleaning himself under the stream, hissing as the water hit the wounds.

Images of what had happend last night were creeping back into Virgils head. His hands being tied down, laying on his front with Roman ontop of him biting down on Virgils neck as he moved. Virgil begging him to stop but got overheared by Romans groans and commands to be quiet.

It took him half an hour, before he could breath normaly again and got out of the shower, to dry himself off. When done, he looked for the medipack under the sink, before wrapping himself up in bandagges and puting his seemingly washed clothes on.

He didn't want to spend another second in this house, so he teared the door of the bathroom open, ran down the hallway and down the stairs, taking two at a time, alomst stumbling half way down. Roman was waiting for him in the hallway. Virgil flinched back, to avoid running into him.

"Wait! Dont... Dont go, yet. Let me explain. I.. I made you breakfast" He didn't had the odesity to look at Virgil directy, only glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. Looking like total shit. Virgil heard the shame in Romans voice as he spoke. Too real to be fake, like most the time. But Virgil won't break, not this time.

He wanted Roman to suffer, like he had suffered last night. He felt the rage boiling up inside him, but also pure fear, just by looking at his so called 'abusive ex-boyfriend'. More memories of last night were coming back to him. The grin he had on his face. His pushing behavior. Everything. Virgil tensed up, hearing his heartbeat pounding in his ears, getting ready to leave this hell, once and for all.

"Get out of my way. I'm leaving!" He said loud and clear, pushing himself forward and Roman out of his way. His rage giving him the strenght he needed. Roman was fast and grabbed his wrist, as Virgil passed him, rambling about last night.

"It was a Mistake. I-" "LET ME GO!" Virgil screamed suddenly as he pulled himself off from his grip, as Roman let go at the same time, causing him to stumble to the ground.

"Oh god, I'm so-." "DON'T!" Roman flinched, before taking a step back.

Virgil got slowly up by himself, his body notisibly shaking. Virgil just want to get out of there. Without a single word he turned around to the front door and opened it. His fists and teeth clenched, his body shaking in pure rage.

"Wai-" Virgil suddenly punched Roman into the face, breaking his nose, whereupon the yelped in pain as he fell backwards. Before Roman could even open his mouth, Virgil ran off as fast as he could in his condition. Leaving hell behind him. Finally.

He didn't stopped running until his legs collapsed underneath him, causing in to land hard on the ground, tearing up his hands. Luckily it was a saturday morning so not many people were out here this earliy. And those who were, simply walked round him, not even giving him the slightest of attention or were drunken idiots, trying not to faceplant like he just did.

Slowly and steady he rolled himself on his back, panting heavily towards the orange violet collered sky. The fresh morning brise brushing over him help greatly against the pain. He must had laid there for almost half an hour until he managed to get up again. Virgil pulled his hood deep into his face, before slowly making his way home.

He still felt sick and stummbled sometimes over his own feet, but managed to catch himself most the time. Every move hurt and he could feel the blood from the deep scratches sink into the gauze wrapped around his body. Virgil pretty much knew that it wasn't over yet but for today was it enough.