It had only been a couple of days since Virgil had gotten the shit beat out of him, bruises had taken over his abdomen. Dark, blue, black and purple bruises. It looked a lot worse than it was, if anyone else were to see, they'd think he'd broken his ribs or possibly had some internal bleeding.

Virgil at the moment was standing in Roman's bathroom as said person slept, and tracing over the dark bruises. It hurt to even touch them... but he just wanted to see.

Virgil was lucky that John hadn't hurt him any more than what he did. As Virgil was lost in that thought, Roman walked in all sleepily and rubbing his eyes only to be brought to full awareness when he saw Virgil's bruises through the mirror.

"Virgil..." Roman spoke with hurt and concern and fear and love and so many other things, Virgil turned around anxiously his hair immediately fading white as he did so. There was no turning back now, it's not like he could hide it... his shirt was in the other room.

"R-Roman, I'm fine."

Roman slowly walked up to Virgil, examining his bruised abdomen as a tear rolled down his cheek. "N-No... No, you're not."  Roman grabbed Virgil's hands and looked up at him, searching his eyes for any doubt.

"Virgil, you don't deserve this pain. No one does. Please, I love you." Roman gently squeezed Virgil's hands as he spoke and flashed a small smile. "Tell me please, who's doing this?"

Tears began streaming down Virgil's face as he held onto Roman's. "I-..." Roman sighed and sat on the bathtub, pulling Virgil to sit with him. "Vee, I won't hurt anyone... maybe. That's not the point. The point is making sure that you're safe." 

Virgil nodded and looked down, there were a few moments of silence before Virgil said "John" out of nowhere. 

Roman's eyes widened upon hearing such words, for he knew the man... if it were the same "John" they were speaking of. "Jon? which Jon?" Virgil just shrugged, he didn't know the man's last name, all he knew was that his name was John and that he wanted Virgil out.

"I don't know."

Roman huffed and dropped in front of Virgil's knees, placing his head on them. "Can you at least describe him?" Virgil sighed, his hair remaining white as he turned his head to look away from the boy he loved. He hated seeing him look at him with either pity or shame, he couldn't tell but whichever it was... he didn't like it.

"Well, he's always hitting me when I see him soo, I don't know."

"TRY DAMN IT!"

Virgil jumped and fell back into the bathtub, more tears quietly falling down his face. 

To Be Continued:

Ah, It was supposed to be a nice morning... Stupid John.