A/N- If I owned This I wouldn't have to post on a FanFiction site. Disclaimer
If only he didn't die at birth. Then I wouldn't be the odd one out, Gordon and John may be the closest in age to me, but Gordon tends to be around Alan a lot while John is with Scott. If the aren't Alan is with Scott and Gordon with John. Big surprise that leaves me to my own accord. I would go to my dad, but he cares about three thing and three things only. Spending time with my brothers, work and spending time with the devil Who is also know as his second wife. I know you can get them easily confused but don't worry I do to. Everyone loves her but she absolutely hates m- "Virgil" my dad shouts breaking me from my inner rantings. "uh oh" the one thing I think of as I sigh to myself, is he did not sound happy. I jump off my partly broken bed making my way to my father's room. I pushed the door slightly revealing the reason my dad want wanted my attention. The devil, I mean Jenny, was sitting on my Father's bed her body shaking due to the fake sobs racking her body. Well sh- "Virgil get in here now" his father said not letting him finnish his thought. Pushing the door with more force, he successfully opened the door to meet his father's angered gaze who was sitting across from his 'mother'.
"I swear I didn't do anything" he blurted out, wrong move. "Didn't do anything, Virgil, do you hear yourself? Don't you ever think of others you are the only on that doesn't call Jennifer Mom in this house your brothers say it just fine, you may not think it but it hurts her feelings. when are you going to realize-" Not paying attention to his father's frustrations he began thinking. 'Of corse it involved Jenny it couldn't be anything else. Never have I ever been so happy the guys were off seeing a movie, which i wasn't invited to, Thank You so much guys' he thought sarcastically. "... look at me when I'm talking to you, or do you just never listen. Sometimes I wonder why it had to be you!" Jeff finished shouting at full force. That hurt. Jenny stood up walking towards jeff engulfing in a gentle hug "Jeff calm down, it's okay he doesn't call me mom" she said sweetly like the angel she wasn't.
Virgil felt the tears building up through his vision, Jenny was facing him she could see the tears and she smiled a mocking smile at that, boy did he hate her. "Can I go now" Virgil said carefully making sure his voice wouldn't crack. A moment of pause occurred before his father answered in an angered tone "You can go, but no dinner until you learn to respect your mother." Virgil stepped closing the door neatly behind him, closing his eyes counting to ten clearing the glassy film trying to invade his sight. Quickly but quietly he slipped back into his lonely room. 7:50pm the clock read, his brothers would be home soon, It's becoming a long night for him. "At least all be at school tomorrow, last day of term yay." he said to himself. Speaking of which I need to do my homework... and theirs. "I really don't know what's worse school life vs. the home life. Half hour later he was done and went to bed before the night could drag on any later still thinking about what his father had said.
When he woke up he felt a sense of emptiness, yet he wasn't sure if it was his father's menacing words or he was just hungry. Looking at the time 8:03 crap i have to be out the door in 4 minutes. Grabbing his bag he shoved everything he need for the day got dressed and barley made it to the bus. Thanks for waking me up guys.
School I'd rather go to school than deal with my dad, and home life, right now. But, but this was a new school I had no friends there, sure we moved last year but I'm not really one to talk. And today, today was not a good day the bullies now weren't like the ones at my old school were I had friends to help. These guys were a good 90 pounds heavier than me. I gave them their homework but they decided they wanted some fun. Great.
With that, Virgil was slam into the uneven surface of a brick wall, scratching his face as he fell to the ground. He cussed under his breath this was not the right position to be in exposed on the ground.
Kicks were swung at his rib cage always directed to the same spot, the boy had let out an involuntary whimper. Which only succeeded in making them laugh and kick harder. Usually when this would happen he'd fight back not very well but enough, but word would always somehow reach his father and he'd have a long tal- lecture from him.
It took everything he had not to raise a fist . He couldn't take it anymore, as if by luck they understood, they gave one final explosive blow to the ribs and they left. It was done. He was shaking the pain was too much, as it took away spots of his vision until there was none left.
When he woke up his mind was on the verge of exploding, the pain shot up like a cold fire causing him to cry out. He was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and no one was there to save him. Once more of his senses return to him he had noticed it was raining, pouring I mean, his clothes were soak through checking his phone the time revealed he only missed half of first lesson. Great he thought. Lucky he had PE his clothes in his locker should be dry, making his way to stand up he became slightly dizzy while his throat closed up trying to prevent the whimper his ribs were trying to make happen.
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School was over. "Why did I say school was better again? That had to be the worst day I've had in a long time." Virgil muttered to himself as his headache returned.
But now he was home on the couch resting while his brothers were around doing something. Tomorrow was Saturday he had the whole weekend to do nothing.
... Virge... It's time for dinner wake up, hello?
Virgil awoke his head was pounding a lot worse than before. He looked up seeing an annoyed Alan, Alan hated waiting for food. After he left Virgil swung his legs around pushing himself up ready to walk to the dining room. Not even one step, he bent over taking deep breaths with both hands on his aching ribs. On the bright side his head ache was gone, his pain was now solely focused on his ribs, taking a couple more deep breaths he straightened up and continued his way to the dinner table were he zoned out ignoring his brother's ranting, no one asked him about his face.
Bedtime, the best time. He'd never been so happy his lacrosse practice was cancelled due to rain, as well as the beak for the next two weeks. Normally he loves to go it's a club outside of school were he's the captain and actually has friends there, but they would ask questions. He really doesn't need that.
It was still raining when he woke up, causing his room to be dark. The pain was still there. Still there it was so bad it was almost numb, but he refused to tell anyone.
Making his way downstairs, leaning against the rail to support him. He made his way to his brothers who were sitting watching TV. He sat silently in between Gordon and John, slightly grimaced as he discreetly rub his bruise ribs. He noticed John glanced at him but he didn't say a word, he probably didn't notice. After a while he felt himself slowly nodding off to sleep.