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Cold Storms Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Word count - 3230 TW - swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of abuse Sorry, this has taken so long. I’ve been in a creative block recently. Summary - Parent-teacher conferences go wrong

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A few weeks of school had passed. Virgil had slowly become friends with Patton from the kind boy’s kindness. Roman still hated him, and Logan seemed to lean to like Virgil because he actually did all of the work, including homework. Virgil was surprisingly doing well at the entirety of the class, and it was the end of the first quarter, meaning fall break. He had a report card that needed to be shown and signed so that the school knew his father knew how well he was doing in class. He held onto the sweatshirt that Mr. Sanders’s friends had sewn up. Virgil had sen the signature of Talyn and Joan on the back in white stitching. He smiled at it anytime he saw it and knew that Mr. Sanders’s friends cared. He put the report cards with the lowest grade being a B and looked up as Mr. Sanders began to write on the board.

“Okay class, we have parent-teacher conferences. I have contacted all of your parents and arranged a schedule, so please write down when you and your parent or parents will be coming in.” Mr. Sanders began to write and Virgil saw that the time for him and his father to go in was in between Patton’s and Andy’s. He smiled and wrote down “Wednesday 10:15” on his paper so that he could remind his father. The bell rang and he waited for Andy and the two began walking.

“You nervous to have half a week off of school?” Virgil asked, seeing how Andy’s fingers kept on tapping on his backpack.

“More nervous about Mr. S seeing my parents. Plus I’m gonna see Chris after mine. And I’m afraid he won’t want to be my friend after seeing my mom…”

“It will be okay, Andy,” Virgil said, giving a reassuring pat to the other boy on the back. Andy gave a small half-smile to Virgil and the two continued on, talking about the homework that Virgil had already completed most of. Virgil waved away as he walked up to his door and walked into the house to see that his father wasn’t home.

He decided to clean up the living room, knowing that otherwise, it wouldn't get clean. He took the empty bottles and they them in the trash, put the still full bottles on the kitchen counter, cleaned up mysterious stains and vacuumed the carpet. After taking out the trash and cleaning the plates and glasses that were in the living room, it had turned to night.

Virgil turned on lights and began to work on his homework, completing the packet that was supposed to last a week, probably getting a few things wrong, but he knew that he wouldn't get any help from his father. He made sure to leave the paper he had written the time of the meeting tomorrow morning.

He sighed as the clock turned to 9 and his father still wasn't home. He went to his almost bare bedroom, deciding to sleep in the hoodie he had gotten from the nurse’s office weeks before. He zipped up the hoodie and grabbed his cat, hugging too close to his body as he went to the bare bed. Using his arms as pillows, he fell asleep.

Virgil was standing in his old house, looking at the room he once lived it. It was nice, a bed that was the perfect softness, purple paintings on the wall of cats and rabbits bouncing around. A plaid purple quilt was on his bed, covering the pillows and purple bed sheets. On the bed was a black cat toy with a purple ribbon around the neck, a tag with “from mom” on it in purple. Virgil walked into the room and picked up the cat toy, holding it close.

He closed his eyes and opened them, only to find himself not in his room but inside his father’s truck, parked outside of a warehouse. He could see his mom and dad through the front window and saw his father holding a large brown briefcase and yelling at his mother. His mother screamed back and pointed to Virgil.

A man who Virgil didn’t know came out of the warehouse with large storage bags, containing several different things. One of the bags had something that was faded green and in odd spherical clumps. The second had what looked to be a lot of clear rocks. The third had waxy looking white clumps. Virgil watched as the man walked up to his father, handed him the bags, and glared at his mother. His mother huffed and walked to the car and sat in the front seat. She turned to look at Virgil.

“Baby, if you had to choose between Mommy and Daddy, you would choose me, right?” She said, her voice soft as she looked at him with dark blue, almost purple, eyes.

“Yeah, Mommy! Why?” Virgil said, holding his cat closer.

She sighed and looked over to his father, who was talking to the man, nodding and then handing over the briefcase he had been holding. “I’m not sure if we can all stay together if your father keeps on doing this to us, baby,” She said, pushing back her dark hair and closing her eyes to think.

Virgil watched as more guys came out and started talking to his father. His mother seemed worried and looked back at him. She got out of the truck and closed the door, moving to go in front of the truck to get into the driver’s seat. The men started yelling and one pulled out something black. Virgil watched as he held it up and-

“Virgil! Wake up! You have to come with me to this stupid thing for your school.”

Virgil woke up, blinking back tears that were brought on from the nightmare that was also a flashback. He looked at his father, who was walking out of his room. He got up and followed his father to the living room.

“SO what does this teacher know?”

“I-I told him I lived with you and mom disappeared”

“Good job kid. Why don’t we go get some flapjacks before we have to go see your teacher?”

Virgil looked at the clock. *. THey had 2 hours. He nodded, watching his Dad as the man walked around in a good mood. Virgil was scared but relaxed slightly when his father patted him on the back. Nothing hard, just a soft pat, like he’d seen other fathers do before school on the first day. He followed his father to the large black truck and got in the back seat, putting on his seatbelt and not questioning what the waxy looking cream colored blocks in bags in the seat next to him or what the nasty smell in the car was. They pulled up to an IHOP and got a booth seat, Virgil looking at the menu and eyeing chocolate pancakes with strawberries when his father got up.

“If a waiter or waitress comes around, tell them I want a coffee and a stack of pancakes with bacon, I need to go do something.” He said, getting up and walking out to the truck. A teenage waitress came around.

“Hiya buddy, did your Dad tell you what to order for him?”

“A coffee and pancakes with a side of Bacon.”

“Okay, kiddo and for you?”

“Hot cocoa and a stack of chocolate pancakes with a side of sausage.”

“Okay kiddo, I’ll get that out for you.” She smiled and went to the kitchen, coming back a moment later with his father's coffee and his hot cocoa.

Virgil took a sip and tried to look out to his father, seeing him talking to a guy outside. He opened the truck and the guy moved so that both of them were behind the open car door. Virgil couldn't help but remember that day and decided to focus on something else. He looked around the iHop and saw a familiar face of Paton. His eyes widened and he quickly put his hood on and sank deeper into his seat, looking at the other kid.

Patton was wearing a plain light blue shirt and was smiling. A woman with strawberry blonde hair and a man with dirty blonde hair were sitting across from him and a little boy, who looked to be 4 or 5. The little boy was wearing a yellow shirt and was poking at his food, not really focusing on Patton or their parents. Patton spoke to his parents and, after they nodded, got up and started walking in Virgil's direction. Virgil panicked before realizing he sat near the restrooms. He tried to hide in the booth and willed the waitress to come out and hide him from his classmate. Luck was on his side as the waitress came over with his and his father's meals. She put them down and looked disapprovingly at his father’s spot.

“Your dad sure it taking a while…”

“Yeah, I think he’s just busy talking to people,” Virgil said, seeing that his father was coming back. Virgil watched as the waitress walked away and his father walked in. As his father sat down, Patton came out of the bathroom.

“Virgil?” said the blue-clad boy.

“H-hi Patton,” Virgil said shyly, praying that Patton would just walk away. This time,. However, luck was working against him.

“Are you getting something before your meeting with Mr. Sanders? Aren’t you right after my meeting with him?”

“Y-yeah”

“Oh, and you must be Virgil’s Dad! Hi, I’m Patton!” Patton said, turning to face Virgil's Dad.

“Hello...Patton” Virgil’s Dad said, looking at Virgil with a look of ‘Who is this child and why is he so excited?’ Virgil shrugged and poked at his pancakes.

“Patton sweetie, it’s time to go, we have to go to Daniel's teacher meeting before yours” The woman that had been sitting across from Patton came up.

“Sorry for him, he’s….”

“Mom these aren't strangers! THat's Virgil! The boy I sit next to in class!”

“Oh, well, in that case, my name’s Amanda, and I’ve heard that your son is a very lovely child” SHe smiled at Virgil, who smiled softly and turned back to his food as she walked away, holding Patton’s hand.

“Bye Virgil!” The embodiment of sunshine said as he was pulled away.

“So you have a friend?” Virgil’s Dad asked, looking at him after a few minutes of silent eating.

“I have a few. Patton’s not really close to me.”

“Hm”

Virgil awkwardly poked at his pancakes, finishing them as his father finished his food. Virgil watched as the nice waitress came back over and gave the check to his father. He pulled out some cash and paid to give her a tip. She smiled at Virgil as they walked out before going to her next table. Virgil got into the car, seeing that the bag with the chalky clumps was no longer in the backseat with him. He watched the stores zoom by as his father drove to the school, parking in a parking lot and then they walked up together. There were few chairs outside of Mr. Sanders classroom, some filled with Patton and his father. Virgil sat down, his father choosing to stand next t him. Patton looked over and moved to sit next to Virgil.

“Verge, wanna go play tag? We still have a bit until my meeting!”

Virgil looked at his father, who wasn’t paying attention to him, instead of his phone.

“Let me ask my dad,” He said to Patton before getting up to stand in his father's field of view.

“D-dad?”

“What?” he asked sharply.

“Can I g-go play tag with Patton?”

“Whatever”

He looked at Paton, who grabbed him by the hand and pulled him o the field outside.

“Okay, I’ll be it! I’ll give you a head start by counting to 10!”

Virgil quickly ran away as Patton started counting. He ran to the playground equipment, thinking that he could find a way to slow Patton down. He ran up the stairs and looked at Patton who had stated to run up to Virgil.Virgil ran to the very top, next to a slide and watched as patton foolishly made his way to where there was nowhere to go but to where Virgil was. Virgil flug himself down the slide and bounced up and down with the force and his lack of weight. Virgil laughed as Patton tried to chase after him. The smaller boy went down the slides, but by the time he was at the bottom, Virgil was on the other side of the playground, starting to run onto the field. As they both got onto the field, a conversation was happening inside

Derek watched as his son took off with the shy child. He turned to the child's father, who wasn't really paying attention.

"So, our kids get along pretty well"

"Yeah I guess"

"My name's Derek."

"Louis"

"Say, why don't we-"

"Listen, buddy. I don't want to be all buddy buddy with you. The kid's, quite frankly, a fuck up. I didn't want him and now his mother's gone and I'm left with him. The only reason I keep him around is that he makes sure that the house is clean, okay? So why don't you just back off? This is my kid, not yours. And just because your kid is getting along well with the little rat doesn't mean anything. Soon, he'll tire of him and the idiot will be alone again. I've seen it time and time again."

Derek did not like this man. He felt it rude to interrupt, so when he was done he just looked at him. "You know, I was trying to be civil. I saw you selling who knows what out of your car to the druggies. The only reason I didn't call the police was that I saw you with that kid and when my boy was so happy to see his friend, I thought that maybe you just had no other way, and I could look the other way. But that's not the case. You, sir, are an insult to fathers. So watch your back"

Derek finished as the door opened.

"Okay, have a nice day," Mr. Sanders said as a mother left.

"Okay, which one of you is Patton's father?"

Derek lifted his hand. "THat'd be me, you must be Mr. Sanders, I've heard wonderful things about you!" Derek.

He walked in and they made their way to his desk, with a table in front of it.

"Mr. Sanders, before we start, I feel the need to address a concern You see, That man out there, Louis, the father of Virgil? I fear that he is perhaps abusing the child. He was also selling what I think was crack to some druggies outside of the iHop this morning. Now, I know that that is a very big accusation, but I was just in a very heated discussion with him, and he has no concern for the child. So, do you think it is at all possible to call the police to at least have a look at the situation?"

The teacher looked surprised but then thought. He had noticed small, off-putting things. Bruises that would peak from under the boy's trademark hoodie. How thin the boy was, and how he was scared of almost anything. He nodded slowly. "Yes, I'll do that now so that they can at least, I don't know look over Virgil at least. are the children here?"

"Yes, they went off to go play something. Dear Patton took Virgil off to have some fun."

Mr. Sanders nodded and walked over to the phone. He started talking softly, due to the phone being close to the door.

Virgil had been tagged. He chased after Patton, seeing that the other boy was going to try and sidestep from the way he kept on looking to the side. As soon as he did it, Virgil was already there.

"Tag! You're it!'

The last word faded off as police cars, with sirens blaring came to the school. Patton looked a the cars. "Huh, I wonder what going-"

Virgil was back at the scene. Blood. There was blood everywhere. The metallic scent filled his nostrils as he cried. His mother's white shirt was quickly turning red, dark in the center. He walked over to her, only to be shoved aside by his father. "Melissa? Sweetie, come here" Virgil watched as his father pulled his mother to him, her body limply falling. Virgil felt bile rise up in his throat-

"Virgil? Are you okay Dad! COmer here! Virgil fainted I think!"

Virgil opened his eyes to see Patton's face over his, calling out to someone far away. He slowly tried to sit up and felt his behind and back. They hurt in a way that Patton Virgil has never known. He slowly sat up and Patton's father same overlooking at Virgil.

"Are you okay kiddo?" H asked, helping Virgil up. Virgil nodded. "Y-yeah I just don't like police cars..."

He trailed off as he saw his father running out to them.

"You son of a bitch! Get over here you fucking piece of shit!" Following him were some cops, one of them with a bruise that was forming as he chases after Virgil's father. Virgil backed up, seeing his father more angry than ever before. He stumbled but stayed up as the man came up to Patton's dad, who had moved quickly in front of the kid.

"Patton, go take Virgil somewhere safe now" Patton looked confused but nodded and turned to Virgil, who was already shaking. Patton grabbed him and pulled him into the forest that surrounded the school. Virgil kept looking back and saw the police officers come up to his father and try to handcuff him, but then Patton pulled him behind a tree.

"Virge...are...are you okay?" Patton said.

"Y-yeah, I'm alright," Virgil said.

"I would look at your back, you fell down pretty hard."

Virgil nodded, not thinking. He took off his hoodie and Patton gasped. Bruises were covering Virgil's arm and neck. Virgil paid no mind and turned around, lifting up his shirt.

"Is it too bad?" He asked.

"You're bleeding a lot" Patton looked from behind the tree.

"Dad! Come here, I think you need to see this!"

Virgil was confused. See what? Oh, right. Patton said he had started bleeding.

Derek walked over to where his son was and gasped. Across Virgil's back, we're lashes, much like the types that were pictured on slaves in early colonial days. Bruises were all over his body, and some of the lashes were bleeding.

'Virgil, kiddo, can you put your shirt down and grab your hoodie and come with me?"

"Why? WHat's happening to my dad?"

"You're Dad...he's going to not be able to hurt you anymore. I promise you. How about you come with me and we can take you out to some ice cream and talk to the police officers so that your father can't do this to you anymore?"

Virgil turned to that, looking slightly hopeful.

"He's...not gonna hurt me anymore?"

"I'll make sure of it. Now c'mon, we gotta talk to the officers!"

Virgil nodded and grabbed his hoodie, putting it back on.

#Cold storms #sander sides fanfiction #thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders

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