REWRITEN

Thomas made his way upstairs after the social worker left only to be met with Patton in the hallway. "Hey Patton, I thought you were going to help Virgil."

"I tried" the boy said sadly, "but he said that he didn't need any help." Thomas noded and seeing the look of hurt on his son's face he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't be discouraged Patton, I'm sure he just needs some time to settle in. Just give him some space, he'll come around."

"Okay Dad. I will, thanks."

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~~Flash Back~~

Virgil ran down the street, a large backpack on his back. This version of Virgil looked to be around fourteen. He panted as he ran not stopping to catch his breath, all he knew was that he had to get away. No matter what.

He was about to cross the street when a police car pulled up in front of him and he was forced to skidd to a stop. The window rolled down and the officer lowered his sunglasses to pear over the top of them.

"Virgil Storm?" The officer asked and the boy nodded. The officer said nothing as he climbed out of the car pulled open the back door. Virgil let out a sigh as he quietly got in, dropping his bag by his feet. This was, maybe, the tenth time he had attempted to run away thus far. But just like with ever attempt he had been caught. He hadn't even made it to twenty-four hours yet!

He sighed as he leaned against the cool glass of the window, trying to calm his breathing as panic rose up in his chest. The two officers up in the front stayed quiet though the one in the passenger seat gave him a side glance in the mirror.

It wasn't long before pulled up in front of his house, with it's peeling paint and the yard infested with weeds. The two policemen got out, one of them pulling open his door and grabbing him by the arm along with his bag. Pulling Virgil up to the door they knocked on the door and the door opened to reveal the young teen's older brother, Janus who's face face broke out into a grin.

To most it may look kind or happy but Virgil could see right through the act. "Thank you so much officers for finding him, I was so worried about him!" That was a lie.

"Your welcome, just make sure your parents talk to him about this." Janus nodded as he grabbed Virgil's bag and pulled him inside and closed the door. Immediately the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke reached him.

Virgil shivered as he saw his father look up from the couch. Anger in his eyes and out of the corner of his eye Virgil saw his brother lean up against the wall with a smirk, the poor lighting making his right eye look almost yellow and the pale scars on the side of his face look all the more menencing.

Looking up, he saw his father standing above him and Virgil knew that he wouldn't be holding anything this back with his punishment.

~~Flash Back Ended~~

Virgil woke up the next morning and found that someone had draped a blanket over him and removed his shoes and jacket. Sitting up with a groan he swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Grabbing some clothes from the closet Virgil went over to the bathroom to take a shower.

Standing in the shower he closed my eyes as the hot water flowed over his body, it had been three days since the teen had last showered and to him it felt like a dream.

Climbing out of the shower Virgil dried himself off and pulled on a pair of black ripped jeans and a MCR band t-shirt. After he towel dried his long, messy, black hair Virgil went back into the bedroom and pulled on his black hoodie and a pair of faded black converse. And last but not least he applyed black, smudged eyeshadow to under his eyes with an eyeliner pencil.

Walking down the stairs Virgil saw Thomas seated at the kitchen table typing away on a laptop, he shifted nervously in the doorway until the man looked up.

"Good morning Virgil!" Thomas greeted.

"Morning" he mumbled not moving from his spot on the stairs, fixing his gaze on the floor.

"I decided to let you sleep last night, but we saved some leftover pizza for you in the fridge." Thomas said.

Virgil nodded and made his way over to the fridge and pulled out the cold pizza wrapped in plastic wrap. Sitting down across from Thomas he began to eat it, cold. The man looked at him as Virgil ate.

"You can heat that up you know."

"Pizza is good no matter what tempter its at."

Thomas gave him a grin "well just so you know later today I'm taking you out to get some things for school, you start in a few days."

"You don't have to get me anything." Virgil told his new foster father.

"I know, but you should get some school supplies and maybe some new clothes."

"You don't have to get me anything." He repeated.

"I know, but I want to." Thomas said, looking at him in the eye "Patton just left for school so it'll just be the two of us. We leave at ten."

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Virgil let out a sigh as he tried on what was probably the twelfth pair of jeans and looked at myself in the mirror. They had already bought me new note books, pens, pencils, and other supplies for school and he really didn't like the idea of Thomas spending his money on him. But as he had pointed out in the car, it had been months since Virgil got new clothes. And last time they had been from a second hand store (not that Thomas knew that).

"Do you like those?" Thomas called from outside of the dressing room. Virgil had to admit that he did, the dark blue ripped jeans were just his style.

"Yeah." He called out to his foster father.

"Great, take those off and hand them to me and then we can go!" Virgil let out another sigh only this time out of relief, he removed the jeans and slid them under the dressing room door along with the other clothes he had picked out. And pulled on the clothes he was originaling wearing.

Walking out the dressing room Thomas lead him over to check out and pay for the clothes, Thomas ended up buying him a few new pairs of jeans, some new shirts, and a pair of purple converse. Virgil's eyes widened at the price.

Virgil knew that he couldn't ask Thomas to buy all this for him, the man was already letting him live with him and his son.

Virgil turned to Thomas "you.... You don't have to buy me all this." He told him, playing with the sleeves of his hoodie.

"I know." Thomas said with a kind smile before paying and handing Virgil one of the bags and carrying the other himself. The two of them left the mall and headed back out to the car and drove back to the house.

Virgil would never admit it but it felt nice to know that someone cared enough to buy him new clothes and school supplies. But he knew that within a month, probably less, Thomas and Patton would grow tired of him like a child with a new toy. He would stop being 'new' and they would put up with him for a few more weeks before dumping him back into the system. Just like every other family but still, this was nice while it lasted.

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A/N: Hey all! I hope you've enjoyed this chapter. So just a quick little life update, I am starting school this week so it may take me longer to update. However I promise to update as often as I can. 

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-Isabel