This last one was on the chapter where remy and Emile fucked ^^
TRIGGER WARNINGS : sexual assault, suicide
Roman POV
I paused in utter shock as Jackson kissed me. But horror soon overrided the shock away.
I shoved Jackson off me, wiping my mouth off with my sleeve. Both shock and disgust was running through me.
"What the fucking hell?!" I yelled.
Jackson didn't say anything, just placing his fingers against his lips. The strange look was back in his eyes.
"You can't do that!" I screamed at him, anger now filling me. "I have a boyfriend! That I love!"
"But I'm so much better," Jackson said. "Just date me instead. You can forget all about Virgil."
"You are a sick freak," I hissed, pointing a finger at him. "You need serious help."
"No, you do if you won't love me," He argued. "Anyone that doesn't love me must be sick."
"Fuck off," I growled. "I don't want to see or talk to you ever again. Leave me and Virgil the fuck alone."
"No can do," Jackson quickly darted up and tried to kiss me again. I screamed and tried to shove him away.
Jackson shoved me backwards into the wall and then pressed himself against me. I started struggling, trying to get Jackson off me while he kept trying to kiss me. My heart started beating quickly as I realized what was happening.
I got an arm free and punched Jackson strongly across the jaw. He fell backwards, stumbling to the ground.
I turned quickly and ran as quickly away from Jackson as possible. Rage made me ran faster. I just want to go home and cuddle Virgil.
I really need my actual boyfriend, that I love, right now. Not that douche bag that forced himself on me.
I don't like Jackson. I can't stand him. I don't want him to ever touch me like that ever again.
Fuming with anger, I headed back home. My angry speed walking made the usual half hour trip only fifteen or so minutes.
Practically slamming the door open, I marched angrily into the house. I dropped the bags onto the island, already looking around for Virgil.
Mom rested her hand on her hip and gave me an angry glare I haven't seen in a while. I gave her a confused look.
"What?" I asked, not meaning to come off so short tempered.
"Did you cheat on Virgil?" She whispered, tears in her eyes. But I could see anger and disappointment in her gaze.
"What?!" I screamed, recoiling in shock.
"A sobbing, panicky Virgil returned back here after I sent him after you. He said you were kissing another boy, specifically the one who has been relentlessly mean to Virgil. He took all his stuff and his cat and left." Mom told me.
I had to sit down on the barstool. Shock now overrided the anger I felt towards Jackson. I stared crying, despite a little embarrassment flooding me for crying in front of Mom.
"Jackson keeps targeting Virgil in school and threatening to expose a lot of Virgil's...past and secrets. I kept getting in fights with him to keep him away from Virgil but today instead of hitting me, he kissed me. He said he...loves me and that Virgil isn't worthy," I chocked out, running a hand through my hair. "I hated it though. It didn't feel right. I kept telling him I didn't like him like that, that I fucking love Virgil so much but he wouldn't stop trying to force himself on me."
Mom sighed, rubbing a hand on her temple. I took deep shaky breathes, trying to figure out where Virgil went. What am I even supposed to do? Or say?
"You have to find him," Mom told me. "I worry so much for that poor boy and I really fear this was his breaking point."
"I know," I sobbed. All my mind could imagine at this moment was Virgil crying someone with blessing wrists or an empty pill bottle or something that could kill him.
I need to find him. I need to make sure he's okay. I need to explain what happened. I need to make sure Virgil doesn't do anything.
"Did he say at all where he went?" I asked, standing up quickly.
"No," She answered. "He just left."
"I have to find him," I said. Mom didn't say anything but also didn't bother to try and stop me while I bolted to the door.
I climbed into my car, quickly starting it. I tried to think of where Virgil might be. I don't think he'd go back to his house, he hated that place.
My mind flew to our friends. Would he go to one of them? Patton or Damien most likely. Patton mostly stays with Emile now and his house is closer.
I drove over to Emile's as quickly as possible. But even with pushing the speed limits, I felt like I couldn't get over there fast enough.
I practically threw myself out of the car once I pulled into the driveway. I ran up the sidewalk to the front door and knocked multiple times.
Emile answered the door shortly, but his expression quickly went sour upon seeing me.
"Go away," Emile said, trying to shut the door. I easily stopped the door, making Emile squeak in shock.
But that's when Remy showed up and punched me roughly across the cheek. I stumbled backwards, almost falling off the porch.
"Fuck off!" Remy yelled at me. "We don't want your cheating ass around here!" There was anger in his eyes. I held my cheek gently, already feeling a bruise forming.
"I didn't cheat on Virgil!" I tried to defend myself.
Patton showed up behind Remy. He doesn't get angry or mad at people easily, but he didn't look happy to see me.
"Why?" Patton asked. "Cheating is messed up. And with Jackson of all people."
"Jackson and I were fighting again," I explained. "We were just fighting and he was going on about how Virgil wants good enough for me and then he kissed me and said he liked me and that he should be my boyfriend. I shoved him away but he kept trying, so I ran. I didn't know Virgil had seen all of that, but I'm guessing it was just the kiss. But I didn't like it at all."
"Are you telling the truth?" Remy asked, still glaring at me.
"Yes!" I yelled, desperation eating at me. "It's just a misunderstanding. I don't like Jackson at all and I love Virgil so much and I can't loose him because of this."
"He said he was going to visit Damien," Emile told me.
"Emile," Patton chastised, obviously still wary.
"Roman feels remorse, he obviously didn't want to kiss Jackson," Emile said. "Virgil needs to know it was a misunderstanding."
"Exactly," I said. Patton sighed.
"You need to fix this," Patton told me, tears filling his eyes. "Virgil was in such a bad mindset. He wasn't talking right. He just kept saying goodbye."
"That's why I need to get over to Damien's," I said, hearing my voice crack. He needs to be okay. I can't loose Virgil.
"Go quickly," Remy said. "Call us when you find him."
I nodded, turning quickly and bolting back to my car. I started my car and yet again drove as quickly as possible to Damien's house.
It didn't help that he lived far out of town. Out in the forest. I yet again practically threw myself out of the car once I pulled into the drive way.
I ran up to the front door and started knocking quickly. My heart was pounding, begging and hoping that Virgil would answer the door.
But instead it was an enraged Damien and another punch to my cheek. I fell to the ground this time. Damien was screaming all sorts of obscenities at me.
"You cheating fucker!" He screamed at me. "You are a fucking douche bag! I knew you were no good for Virgil! You absolute piece of shit!"
I pretty sure Damien would've started hitting me if not for Quinn and Evan having to pretty much drag Damien off me.
I got up quickly, gently brushing my fingers over my now busted lip. It hurt really badly, but not my first experience with a busted lip.
"You get the fuck away from here! And you stay the hell away from Virgil!" Damien continued to scream at me.
"It's just a misunderstanding!" I yelled. "Jackson was forcing himself on me when we got in another fight! He was going on about loving me and that Virgil wasn't worthy."
"I don't believe you asshole," Damien hissed at me. "Stay the fuck away from Virgil."
"It's the truth!" I tried to defend myself.
That's when all four of our phones dinged with a notification. I pulled my phone from my pocket, hoping it was Virgil. Damien did the same, Quinn and Evan watching from behind him.
It was from the It's December My Gays group chat. But a new number had been added, one I didn't recognize.
Unknown number : I got you bro *attached video*
Damien moved his phone so that we could all watch the video and then pressed play.
Remus was on the screen, looking strangely subdued. He was in an alley, then he poked the camera around the corner.
It was Jackson and I from earlier this morning. We were screaming at each other, yet again about to start fighting.
"Can you just leave me alone?" I asked. "I have a boyfriend to get back home too."
"Why do you put up with his emo fucked up ass?" Jackson asked. "There's so many better people out there."
"Like who?" I asked, walking down the alley towards him.
"I don't know...chicks...just someone else," He said. "Someone normal."
"Yeah, that's gonna be a hard pass," I told him. "I'm happy with Virgil and I care a lot about him. I'm not leaving him anytime soon."
"Why not?" Jackson asked again.
"I'm perfectly fine with my life right now," I told him, shoving him away from me.
"Lucky you Roman," Jackson growled. "With your perfect life and the perfect family and the perfect love life. With everything you've ever wanted dumped at your feet. Getting everything you want and more. Getting to be the best at everything. Getting to be the king."
"Woah, Jackson, calm down," I said. "This...this is getting kinda weird...and all that's not true."
Jackson grabbed my roughly by my jacket and shoved me into the brick wall. I dropped my grocery bags, letting out a huff of surprise.
I punched him hard across the face. Jackson stumbled back with a crazed laugh. A bead of blood dripped down from his nose.
Jackson charged me and I turned quickly to let him slam into he wall. Jackson grabbed me again and punched me. I grabbed his neck and pushed him back into the wall.
"Why do you like Virgil, if you're gonna be a faggot, at least date a better guy," Jackson whispered.
"What the hell do you mean?" Past me asked.
That's when Jackson kissed me.
At the other end of the alley way, you could see the faint outline of Virgil looking down the alley in pure shock. Even from such a distance I could see the hurt on his face.
I shoved Jackson off me, wiping my mouth off with my sleeve.
"What the fucking hell?!" I yelled. Jackson didn't say anything, just placing his fingers against his lips.
"You can't do that!" I screamed at him. "I have a boyfriend! That I love!"
"But I'm so much better," Jackson said. "Just date me instead. You can forget all about Virgil."
"You are a sick freak," I hissed, pointing a finger at him. "You need serious help."
"No, you do if you won't love me," He argued. "Anyone that doesn't love me must be sick."
"Fuck off," I growled. "I don't want to see or talk to you ever again. Leave me and Virgil the fuck alone."
"No can do," Jackson quickly darted up and tried to kiss me again. I screamed and tried to shove him away.
Jackson shoved me backwards into the wall and then pressed himself against me. I started struggling, trying to get Jackson off me while he kept trying to kiss me.
I got an arm free and punched Jackson strongly across the jaw. He fell backwards, stumbling to the ground.
I turned quickly and ran as quickly away from Jackson as possible.
That's when the video turns backed to Remus quickly. He actually looked shock before he stopped the video.
I've never more grateful for Remus. And I'm actually glad he's my brother. A wave of relief washed through me. I had proof.
"Okay, you're obviously not lying," Damien said, putting his phone away. "And you need to get to Virgil and show him this video."
"Do you know where he is?" I asked.
"He left everything here, even his phome and just kinda disappeared when none of us were looking. He did leave a note he was going back to his house.
"Shit," I whispered. "I have to go."
"Find him quickly," Damien told me.
"I'll let you know when I find him," I said, running back to my car.
For the third time, I stared my car and drove as quickly as possible. I headed over to Virgil's house, dress pooling in my stomach.
Why would he go back to that hellhole?
I pulled into the driveway, staring up at the falling apart house. The snow storm clouds that were gathering over had completely covered the sky now.
I walked up to the door slowly, fear making me slow now. I don't want to see either of Virgil's parents. But I need to make sure Virgil is okay.
I knocked, but Virgil's Mom answered almost instantly. She didn't even say anything, just shoving a bunch of pieces of paper into my arms before slamming the door shut in my face.
I stood there, shocked for a moment. My heart was pounding and I was terrified to look at the papers. There were lots of papers addressed to each person in our group.
But the one on top got my attention the most. I opened the letter and started reading.
Virgil - Hi everyone. Jackson was right about me. That I don't deserve to be alive anymore. Please don't try to find me or stop me. Just let me die in peace. I'm sorry for this. But it's for the best. I can't keep living like this anymore. I love all you guys. You all helped me so much, made half my senior year actually enjoyable. But I have to do this. I don't want to hurt you guys, but I can't keep living in a world that doesn't want me. So this is goodbye. Promise me this, when I loose to myself, you won't mourn a day, and you'll move onto someone else.
I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter. My hands were shaking horribly and I could barley focus on the letter.
This is all my fault. This is all my fucking fault.
That's all hat cycled through my head while I ran back to my car. I tried to think of where Virgil might go to kill himself.
The bridge.
There's a small foot bridge over the big gorge by the waterfall. It was in the forest, fairly secluded from everything else.
I drove over there as quickly as possible. I was absolutely terrified that Virgil was dead because of me.
The fifteen minutes it took to drive to the bridge took way too long in my opinion. I could barely see the road because of how much I was crying.
I parked my car, stumbling out of it quickly. I ran down the dirt path that led to the bridge. I excited the forest to see the bridge.
I saw Virgil sitting on the hand railing. Slowly leaning forwards towards the good hundred foot drop into raging waters below.