In case you missed it when I first posted it: my 1st chapter of my series "family ties" (link to the rest at the bottom:
Virgil pulled his bedroom door closed; turning the knob to make sure it was locked. He didn’t want anyone to get into his space while he was venturing out. He pulled his hood up, stuffed his keys and hands into the pockets of his hoodie, and walked slowly, deliberately down the hallway.
“Just a couple of snacks, then I’ll head back.” he muttered to himself as a way of a pep talk.
He plodded to the kitchen, socked feet making no noise on the linoleum. He stuck his head deep into the fridge.
A ding came from the oven, startling him. Then he heard feet excitedly running from another room.
“Hi Virgil! I’m making cookies would you like a couple?” Patton greeted him from behind the fridge door. Virgil closed the door carefully, a hand full of string cheese.
He looked up from under his purple bangs, “Sure. Cookies would be nice.” He muttered quietly.
Patton had already taken the pan out of the oven. The cookies were the size of a splayed hand, nearly a half a foot from end to end.
“Patton, I think I am ok with just one…” Virgil picked one up, its heft from the chocolate chips surprising.
“Take a few, I know how you like to squirrel things away!” Patton heaped a pyramid of huge cookies on a thin paper plate for Virgil to take. The top one teetered, then fell and broke in half on the counter.
“I guess that’s the way the cookie crumbles!” Virgil shook his head at the stale humor.
Virgil picked up one of the halves of broken cookie, and bit into it.
“Thanks pop-tart” he tested the nick name hesitantly.
Patton beamed at him. Virgil turned away to let Patton finish his baking project. He headed toward the door to the living room putting one of the huge cookies in his mouth.
As he entered the room he saw Roman in flurry of movement. He seemed to be trying to work out some choreography routine scene that was blearing on the TV. It was either a fight or a dance. Virgil couldn’t tell which. Roman was moving this way and that, arms flailing. He suddenly started to move backward quickly toward Virgil. With a mouth full of cookie Virgil tried to grumble out a warning. But Roman bumped hard into Virgil before either could prevent it.
“Oh! Hi Virgil! Sorry about that! I didn’t see you there!” Roman turned around to face Virgil. Then his eyes went to the mound of cookies on the paper plate that was bending under the weight. “Ooo what are those!?” Roman’s eyes moved slowly to the half a cookie sticking out of Virgil’s mouth.
Taking the cookie from his mouth he started to say “Cookies. Patton…..” Virgil couldn’t even finish his sentence before Roman had climbed over the couch and made a dash to the kitchen.
Virgil took a deep breath and then chuckled to himself. “That was close…”he mumbled to himself as he shook his head. He shuffled back down the hallway. He stuffed the string cheese into his right pocket, put the half eaten cookie back into his mouth, and took out his keys from deep in his left pocket.
Logan’s door opened then, making Virgil freeze in place. Logan came out of his room, book in front of his face.
Juggling the cookie out of his mouth once again, he replied. “Hey Logan” Virgil nonchalantly put his keys back into his pocket.
“Cookies?” Logan asked hopefully
“Satisfactory.” Logan’s pace quickened toward the kitchen.
Once Logan was out of sight Virgil let out the breath he had been holding. He put the key into the lock and unlocked his bedroom door. Pushing the door open, he quickly slipped in. he pressed his back into the door to close it from the inside. Locking it with his free hand, he straightened out his posture.
“I was the most worried about Logan. He can name me the easiest. But he didn’t even notice.” Virgil leaning with his back still on the door looked across the room. There was another Virgil tied to a wooden chair staring back at him.
“I mean Patton would have been trouble too. But Logan is always free with….” The Virgil against the door waved his hand smoothly, as if to pluck the right word out of the air. “Accusations.” The Virgil bound in the chair shook his head, and struggled against his bonds. The sick yellow bonds were a cross between silk ropes and duct tape. Minuscule cursive words were etched into them.
The Virgil against the door slid out of his form.
Deceit now was the leaning against the door.
“Nobody suspected a thing.”
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