《Monster (a Sanderssides human AU)》Fourteen: Patton
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***Patton***
Patton sat in front of the house looking down at the steering wheel. Last time he was here he was sexually assaulted and those assholes were arrested. He took a deep breathe and grabbed his phone and keys, exiting the car and walking to the door. He knocked and Logan's dad opened the door.
"Ah Patton! It's so good to see you again." He pulled Patton inside and slammed the door behind him. He held pattons wrist and Patton flinched. "I'll go let my wife know you are here, come on now." He started dragging Patton to the dining room. He forced Patton to sit down and handcuffed his wrist to the table.
"L-Let me go." Logan's father walked over to Patton, leaned down and forced his chin upwards so he was looking him in the eyes.
"Not this time." He reached over and grabbed his phone from him, grabbed his Keys and walked away.
"Stop it! Stop!" Patton struggled against the handcuffs. His heartbeat picked up. How the actual fuck did he do this in high school? How did he handle the situation so well? Suddenly the dining room door opened and Logan's mother walked in. She smiled and placed some food and a couple of drink glasses down. Patton looked at the glasses and then up at her. "I-I don't drink." He whimpered out.
"Drink." She handed him the glass. Patton looked at the handcuffs.
"Can't exactly do anything other than sit here you psycho." He mumbled. She smiled sweetly as she got up and placed her hand on his shoulder. She picked up his glass and Patton immediately struggled against her. "N-No please-." She squeezed his cheeks and forced his mouth open and she pouted the vile liquid into his mouth. She forced him to swallow it and he coughed. Tears filled his eyes as he glared at her.
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"You like? Maybe you need just a little bit more." She grabbed the whole bottle and Patton clamped his mouth shut. "Come on, open wide." She roughly grabbed his mouth and forced the bottle into it. He tried to spit it out but she clamped his mouth shut and he was forced to swallow the alcohol. He coughed again and shook as tears filled his eyes. "Now we wait." She giggled. "This should be fun."
***Twenty minutes later***
Patton could definitely feel the affects of the alcohol and he hated it. He knew she was going to take advantage of him. Suddenly the dining room door opened and he heard laughter.
"Oh he's gone alright." Patton shook his head as he felt arms lift him up from the chair and he felt them wrap around his waist. "Take him to the basement will you?" He was dragged through the familiar basement door and Patton tried to get away.
"N-No." he mumbled. He was taken down the stairs and he heard someone yelling and he glanced up to see logan standing in front of the door.
"Move it Logan." His father growled.
"No way in hell!" He shouted. "P-Patton what happened?" He asked. Patton looked at Logan.
"A-Al..." he coughed. He bit his lip and looked back up. "D-drunk." He mumbled.
"You made him drink!? Are you insane!?" Logan shouted. "You let him go right now!"
"Hmm, what was that dear?" His mother walked by him in a blur and Patton watched as Logan tried to fight her off from opening the door. When the door opened Patton saw someone huddled in the corner.
"V-Virgil-." Virgil shoved Logan's mom away and ran over into Logan's arms.
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"Dad don't let them hurt Patton!" Logan glared at them and then looked at Patton.
"I would never let them." They started to drag Patton towards the room but Logan stepped in the way. "Let him be." Patton was dropped to the floor and Virgil ran to his side. Logan was dragged behind the door, and they slammed it shut behind them. Patton leaned into Virgil and started to cry.
"H-Help...Lo..." Virgil shook his head and held Patton tighter.
"He wouldn't want you to go help him in your condition Patton, please he's gonna be okay..." Virgil glanced at the door and then down at Patton. "I'll wake you when they open the door again, please just try and sleep off the alcohol."
"B-But-."
"Please, you can't help him like this." His vision got blurry and he looked at the door one last time. He heard the cries and he leaned into virgil crying harder as he drifted to sleep.
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