TW: Some homophobia AKA Logan's parents being jerks

*Logan POV*

Virgil and I are working the same shift on Wednesday night. As we're leaving, I stop him.

"Virgil?" I ask.

He turns around.

"What?" He says.

"I-" I start to say.

"Get away from him!" I hear someone shout.

I turn around and Virgil takes a step back, hands up in surrender. I see who it is. Amy. And Step-Mother. I guess I can't even talk with Virgil without someone yelling at me now.

Amy grabs my arms and my step-mother walks towards Virgil.

"Get away from him," I order.

She ignores me. Amy's grip is a lot stronger than I previously thought, so it takes some effort to break out.

"You unholy demon, poisoning my son with your gay!" Step-Mother shrieks.

"I- I didn't-" Virgil says.

I pull myself out of Amy's grip and go up to Step-Mother. She isn't even that to me anymore, she's just Mrs. Perry. She's not my mother and never will be.

"Step away from him or I will file a case for assault against a minor," I say.

"You wouldn't do that to your own mother, would you?" She asks, then starts trying to guilt-trip me.

"You are not my legal guardian, much less my mother," I say, standing my ground for the first time in 18 years.

"You are grounded when we get home. And how dare you run away? Your father and I almost called the police!"

"Um, am I missing something here?" Virgil asks.

"Yes, I'll tell you later. Let Patton and Roman know I probably won't be at school tomorrow," I say.

"Mrs. Perry, could I have a quick chat with my boyfriend real quick?" Amy asks.

"We. Are. Not. Dating," I state.

Amy drags me away nonetheless.

"I told you you'd regret that. Have fun at home. And don't worry about your little emo freak, I'll definitely leave him alone," She says.

This makes no and all logical sense. I hate it.

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Back at my parent's house, I'm locked in my room. They took my phone, so I search around for Christie's old one. I find it behind the bookshelf, where I left it. 

Patton, it's me, Logan. I am back at my parent's house, please tell Virgil I'm fine and not to worry. I will try and get back to your house by 1 am, if I am not there please alert the police. I text.

As I'm scrolling through the old contacts on this phone, I decide to text a few and see who they are.

*Virgil POV*

After I called Patton explaining what happened, I break down in my car. Panic attacks are just so much fun, and yes that was sarcasm.

I heard what Logan said as Amy dragged him away. I didn't know what to do so I ran. His mom looked like she wouldn't hesitate to hurt me. Not going to lie, it looked more like she was the demon than me.

Once I calm down, about a half-hour later, I pull out my phone to tell Patton what happened.

"Hello?" He asks.

"Logan's back with his parents. He might not be at sch- at school tomorrow," I say.

Tears are still streaming down my face and I don't know why.

"Oh. Thanks for letting me know. Are you alright, kiddo?"

"No, and I don't want to talk," I say.

"Ok. Let me know if you change your mind," Patton says, hanging up.

I probably won't. I just want to make sure Logan is ok. 

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I drive around and find myself at Logan's house. I never really had the chance to really look at it until now. Something itches in the back of my mind. His house seems familiar. 

I get a text on my phone. Unknown number.

Hey, Sanders. It's Perry from middle school. If I have the right number, do you want to talk?

Perry. My best friend Perry. From middle school. I thought he had disappeared, forgotten about me. We refer to each other by our last names so often that I forgot his first. I never told him mine. This also makes it really hard to reach out to him, because Perry is a really common last name here. Maybe my luck with friends is turning around. 

Sanders speaking. How's life been?

Dreadful. I never told you, but I'm bi. My parents hate it. 

Oof. Well, you're 18 soon, right? Move out then. If you're still in WI you can probably crash at my place. Move schools, too.

Actually, I am. I never left WI

Really? You disappeared in middle and I thought you moved.

nope. moved schools, though.

ah. 

so have you been faring well? I know people still picked on you when I left

meh. got a little popular. dated a jerk. moved schools. don't have really any friends. my crush has homophobic parents.

that sounds a little worse than 'meh'.

I've had worse. Do you remember Megan? She vanished after 8th grade.

oh. that is unfortunate. 

Megan was pretty close to Perry and I. Like a sister. No idea what happened to her.

so where do you live now? I'm still in the same place. BTW both highschool's suck, so you are not missing out.

I live in our town still. 

really? how have I not seen you then?

I have no idea

I check the time. It's getting late and I need to get home.

I gtg. ttyl

bye

I drive home. 

My parents don't ask where I was, probably assuming I was out with friends after work. 

*Amy POV*

Logan is foolish. Did he really think breaking up with me would keep me away? Hell no.

I enter my room and see a letter by my window. I pick it up and open it. It splashes me with glitter. Purple glitter. I read the note.

You threaten my friends and you pay the price

Oh great, now I'm being blackmailed. Which fool is it this time? If they try this again they're going to end up like Megan, the girl who challenged me for Logan in middle school and hasn't been seen since 8th grade. I definitely had nothing to do with it.

I inspect the note. It was written on a piece of notebook paper, with a black ink pen. The glitter looks to be of the dollar store variety. 

Purple. What an odd and ugly color. Oddly specific, I mean. Out of all the colors, why purple. I don't hate the color, and the dollar store is almost always out of it. So much so that they raised the price on it a little. So why use it? Maybe if it was their color. Now, who do I know always wears purple?

Virgil, the emo freak, that's who. He probably did this. He doesn't like me, its no secret. Of course, anything he says about me no one will believe, especially after the rumors. They were mostly shut down but no one trusts him. Or even goes near him, which was my plan.

How to enact revenge this time? Well, since Logan clearly likes the emo freak, I'll just have to make him watch as he suffers. I've learned that it is an effective strategy. This whole thing is a game of chess, and I am so close to checkmate I can feel it.

So apparently this is already angsty enough. I'll sprinkle in more, but I guess I really am immune to it. So anyway, feel free to leave any thoughts, theories, or feedback in the comments. Have a terrific day/night you magnificent peep!