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Holiday from Hell, Ch 13

Scott was sitting on the floor in the middle of the corridor, leaning back with his hands resting on his knees, staring into space. His father might have asked him nicely to just step outside, but Scott knew a dismissal when he heard one. He had told Jeff all that had happened with the bodyguard, slowly watching his father's face cloud over. Whilst he knew that his dad might have been distant of late, there was no way he was going to put up with anyone hurting, or even threatening to hurt, one of his sons. Scott also knew that whilst Jeff realised Oscar's true nature now, the man was going to make sure that the child was not being harmed in any way. Swinger's face had clouded over and he had looked like thunder when he realised what Jeff was implying, and that was when Scott had been all but thrown out.

Deciding to stick around just in case they wanted to know something else (not that Scott knew anything, he was mainly just curious to see what would happen), the teenager had slid down onto the floor, beginning to get bored of waiting. It didn't help that he was hungry. He just hoped that John had done what his older brother had asked of him and got the younger ones food by now. If not, no doubt Alan was having a full blown tantrum. Gordon would simply sulk and Virgil... Scott blinked. He should have gone back to the restaurant, he should have checked that Virgil had turned up. He had seen the prints in the sand, knew that Virgil had walked away swiftly from where he had been. If Oscar was with him, Scott knew his brother would have tried to get back to them as fast as possibly, not wanting to be left on his own with the brat. No doubt he had lost track of time when painting, and then all but run to meet the others, meaning that Scott had most likely just overreacted and they had simply missed each other by going different routes.

But even as he heard the voices in the room behind him rise yet again, Scott shifted. It wasn't anything to do with the fact that it was so uncomfortable sitting on the floor, but something else. There was something he couldn't put his finger on, something that didn't feel quite right. Telling himself it was just the bodyguard shaking him up more than he would ever admit to anyone, Scott sighed, the boredom growing. He wondered what the others were up to - probably wondering where he had got to.

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Holiday from Hell, Ch 12

Virgil could hear crying coming from just over to one side of him, but stubbornly refused to open his eyes. He had been awake for some time, and judging by the noise, so had Oscar. He knew their attacker must be around, yet the solid door made it apparent they weren't getting out even if he wasn't. The one time that Virgil had let his eyes crack open slightly, his heart had almost jumped out of his chest in terror. His hands were tied around the leg of what he assumed was some kind of desk. Despite the drug making him feel groggy and sick, he had still tried tugging at it but it hadn't so much as given a millimetre and he knew that there was no getting out.

"Shut up!" the distorted voice hissed, and Oscar's sobs hitched even as Virgil felt his heart pounding. Had the man been in here the whole time, just staying quiet and watching from out of Virgil's sight, or had he come back and the ten-year-old just not heard him? Either scenario caused Virgil to struggle against his own emotions as a couple of tears slipped silently down his face. Hearing a yelp, Virgil decided to risk it and opened his eyes a fraction, just enough to see what was going on. Compared to last time he had looked around, things were in his line of sight now. He could see the man's legs from where he was standing just to one side, and he could just about make out the form of Oscar on the floor, bound to the other end of the desk in the same way that Virgil was.

But as he blearily watched – mildly wondering how Oscar could be so loud considering he had been drugged after Virgil and the artist thought that his head was going to explode – the attacker crouched down. Judging from what Virgil could make out, he was untying Oscar. But whereas Virgil would have instantly opted for the struggling option, Oscar did the opposite. He stayed limp and still - until the man reached for him. Then he screamed as loud as he could, even making Virgil cringe slightly. Immediately, the man clamped his hand over Oscar's mouth, and Virgil could see by the way that Oscar's whole body was shaking that he was sobbing again.

"Do as you are told and you won't get hurt."

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I love writing angry Gront 😌

Drawing him is even better!

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Holiday From Hell, Ch 11

Despite grumbling about it the whole way back to the room, Virgil couldn't get Scott to open up about what he had said to Oscar. His curiosity was only fuelled further when they had met the boy in the corridor, but he had only pushed past, deliberately bumping into Gordon as he did so, but doing nothing else. When Virgil had glanced towards his big brother, he had seen a self-satisfied smirk on the older boy's face, and redoubled his efforts to find out what had happened.

Somehow, Scott had fended him off all the way up to the rooms. They went straight into Virgil's room, but Scott clamped his hand over Gordon's mouth the second they stepped through the door. John was curled up on the bed with their father, but whilst Jeff may have been gazing into space, his hand was stroking through John's hair methodically and the child had fallen asleep. Gordon pulled away, but the point had been made and he stayed quiet, causing Scott to ruffle his hair. Virgil found himself frozen, watching the scene with wide eyes. When he had gone to fetch his father, he didn't know what he had been expecting. Scott might have forgiven the man for all but abandoning them, but John was always so much harder to read. Virgil had honestly had no idea how his brother would have reacted to their dad being the one to try and sort out their problems again, but seeing the sight in front of him... No self-respecting ten-year-old would ever admit to crying, so Virgil just sniffed in the opposite direction.

When his father's phone had beeped, he had thought that John would awaken and they would be back to a scene that was more familiar to the boys. Considering Virgil knew he had pulled his father away from a meeting when he had declared something was wrong with John, he was expecting the man to say that his time was up, to act as if the boys were just clients again, that he had done his time and now had other matters to attend to. Virgil's arms folded and he glared in the opposite direction as Scott handed the device over. Virgil had to admit to strongly resisting the urge to just grab it and throw it out of the window. Why was it so much more important than...

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