A/n: Ya'll are going to be so mad 😂 Don't worry, I am too.

TW:

•Manipulation
•Faking trauma/abuse

Virgil raised his brow as his mom asked her question. The whole being gay thing? ...What? Maybe she just didn't understand and wanted to know more. Virgil felt kinda awkward talking about being gay because he was worried that his mom would just all of a sudden change her mind and decide that being gay was not acceptable-

But he knew that wouldn't happen-it was still one of his irrational fears though.

He thought she was going to force the truth about the incident at school out of him-he sighed in relief when he learned that it wasn't the case.

"I-uhm, well what do you want to know?" He asked.

"How did you figure out you were gay?" Lucia asked.

"I just-I dunno, I guess I've always felt like I was just different. I think I started questioning myself when I was about ten, but I knew for sure a couple years later..I figured it out because I don't think i've ever looked at a woman and went, "i'd like to be with her." He explained as best as he could.

"Oh? Really? It was that easy?"

"Yeah, the thought of being with a woman was kind of very weird to me-but men have always just been so hot to me, so i'm not exactly sure how it happened, but it did" He said, starting to think about it more, "it just felt so natural to me."

"Huh..thanks bubs" she smiled. Her son said that it just came to him-it felt natural...well, she had before, felt attraction to men..so was she not gay? Recently, she'd felt disgusted by having a relationship-at least romantic and sexual, with a man.

..Maybe she was bisexual? For certain men she'd still look at them and go 'wow, he's hot' but she wasn't sexually or romantically attracted to those people-most of them were just when she fangirled over people in movies. Just because she thought she was gay didn't mean she couldn't tell apart the hot men from the...less attractive ones.

But she didn't care about the 'rules of being gay' but she thought she was gay so that was how she would identify until further notice.

He should ask Alex about it-he was bisexual, though maybe he could help her with her questions? Surely, he'd been a part of the LGBT community for a while-he would have some answers.

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Andrew was confused. Reagan hadn't tried to defend herself yet-she hadn't done what everyone else did. She didn't go, "he forced me, he made me! It was against my will-" she was staying loyal to him.

It was a surprise-he hadn't thought that she'd actually cared about him-or was willing to be this loyal-because he knew how persuasive she was, all she needed to do was get her hands on a rookie cop and she could be out of there with a snap of her fingers.

But she wasn't doing that.

But..upon further thinking..that's what he wanted her to do. If she got out, she could also get him out-she could break him out of there. A cell break wouldn't exactly be easy-but if they came up with a plan-it would be possible.

All he had to do was get near her-the cops were keeping them apart. The only time they could meet was during lunch. So that's when Andrew told her of his plan.

Raegan did, in fact, have plenty of scars and bruises-either from getting into fights, trying to get away from cops, or the rough BDSM they did together-so they came up with the plan that when a cop that didn't know too much about the case walked in, and began with the questioning, she'd burst into tears.

She would 'confess' to all that Andrew did to her, and that he forced her into it-they thought it was a good plan.

"How are we supposed to know what cops know and don't know about the case?" Raegan asked.

"They'll be try-hards. They'll probably have those 'new cops' uniforms. The color will be extremely light blue" Andrew said, before taking his voice to a small whisper, "we should probably try and fight. Maybe get the attention of a few cops. They'll try to sedate us probably. When you wake up pretend to be fed up and do a teary confession."

"It's not that easy to make tears manifest out of thin air!"

"But you do it all the time!"

"Okay okay fine...and don't be afraid to hit me during our 'fight'...I like it rough.." she said, a twisted smile on her face.

"You horny bastard"

So they came out from the corner, and were on opposite sides of the room. They waited for some cops to come in and observe them to make sure they weren't up to anything sneaky, and then Andrew pretended to spot her.

"You whore!" He screamed from
The other side of the room, throwing his lunch tray down and stomping over to her, "it's your god damn fault that i'm in here! Your sloppy ass left clues and shit for those damned cops to find! I NEVER SHOULD HAVE RINGED YOU IN!" He drew his hand away, and then slapped her across her face.

She stumbled and fell over upon impact, and held her face as she fell to the ground. She began to tear up and back away in 'fear.' "I-I-I'm sorry-I tried the best I could! You shouldn't have forced me if you didn't want-"

"Are you talking back to me bitch?! You know what I did to you, and i'll do it again!"

"No no no no!" She screamed, backing into the wall, tears streaming down her face. Cops ran over and grabbed Andrew, but he shook them off.

"I'm sorry!" She yelled, "please don't hurt me again!" And it was so believable. She was sobbing and breathing heavily, it looked like she was having a panic attack.

The cops tased Andrew and lowered him to the ground, then they went over to Raegan who looked like she was about to suffocate despite the amount of air she was putting into her lungs.

"Don-don't let him hurt me!" She screamed, as if something traumatic had happened to her, "don't-nononono-DON'T TOUCH ME!" She shouted in terror, flinching violently away from the officers.

She rocked back and forth as she trembled, "I can't do this again, I can't go through this-don't let him near me don't let him touch me-"

She whispered over and over again, she began to cry the morbid things that he did to her, what he'd force her into-it looked like she didn't even know she was saying anything, she was staring off into space, unblinking as she recalled different terrors of fear and trauma.

She was thrashing against the cops, who actually ended up having to sedate her. Her watery red eyes fluttered as they tried their best to stay open. She stood up shakily, "no-no!" She yelled, a shrill scream escaping her throat as she collapsed to the ground again, two police officers taking either of her arms, "can-can't sleep-he'll hur-hurt-me again.."

Her eyes shut as she went limp against the officer, her red, blotchy face relaxing.

The officers looked at each other in extreme confusion. This felt like a huge step in their case-had Andrew abused Raegan? Had he actually forced her into it? Had he forced others into it?

They locked Raegan and Andrew each in their separate cells, and waited for Raegan to wake back up for questioning. They needed answers.

They needed to know if Raegan was..partially innocent. They did't really know if she'd actually killed anyone-they just knew that she was with him and knew what he did, and that it was a possibility.

It would be possible for Raegan to be pardoned-but they needed more information first.

A/n: GUYS I HAD AN IDEA SO I HAD TO MAKE A MINI CHAPTER, I-

Jesus, why? Why did my brain have to do this, I don't want to have to put Andrew in jail AGAIN, this is too much work for me, I just wanna end this before Wattpad goes "you have too many chapters to continue"

I don't want it to end though because of all of my ✨ideas✨ so when it ends I guess i'll just make connected one shots.

This story has gotten too out of hand ;-;

Especially since like, all of this is probably unbelievable and actual police officers wouldn't fall for this-

I feel like I just want the readers to go "oh, damn it not again" so that's probably why I did it.