A Little Ghost Help

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I'm back and at it again! Oh the tragities! The horrors! The teenage romances? It is February after all! Anyways, I missed y'all! Enjoy the hecking chapter, I put a bunch of love into it!

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, arguing, trauma, insensitivities, magical family powers, the acceptance that no one is perfect... man, I love this fanfic.

Virgil
After Patton left we all went back inside. "What was that about?" Roman asked.

"I don't know," I replied. I noticed Logan and his Mom looking at each other. Karen sighed.

“We might as well wait until tomorrow to ask. For now, let’s have some dessert.” Roman’s mood immediately lifted and he basically flew after Karen. I caught her wink at Amy before leaving sight. I squinted. Karen’s definitely trying to down play the situation. I looked over at Amy.

“What did you two talk about?”

“Hmm?” She looked at me, “Nothing really, I was just helping him get his things.”

I squinted, “I doubt Patton would have left his things.” She glanced at Logan who nudged me. I glanced at him.

“It’s alright.” I sighed and reluctantly followed him to the kitchen. Something fishy is going on. I can taste it.

~mOrE~fOoD~

I walked out of the bathroom in my nightmare before christmas onesie. Even though it’s basically summer, Roman insisted we all match. That dork. I paused when seeing Logan in a unicorn onesie. I raised my eyebrows, trying not to smile. “You look comfortable.”

He looked up at me and blinked, “As do you.” I nodded and sat down on the bed next to him. Roman jumped up.

“My turn you bathroom hog!” He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes and motioned toward the door.

“It’s all your’s.” Roman walked out with his bag and I turned back to Logan.

“What’s really going on with Patton?” He glanced at the door for a moment before sighing and looking back at me.

“My mother did a course in psychiatry along with her medical degree. And the signs were clear enough, I assume you picked up on Patton’s anxieties as well.” I nodded, “She must have spoken to him a bit about it. Most likely, since his state started when his mother arrived, it could have hinted towards an abuse of some sort. Or alternatively, it could have been a large task he had to complete when getting home that filled him with dread.” My eyes widened.

“Or maybe it could be about the ghost in his house! His mother is taking him home! We have to help!” Logan held up a hand.

“His parents are more than qualified to protect him from a spirit. But are we sure it’s the spirit he is dreading?”

“What do you mean?”

“When we were confronting Patton over the spirit, he seemed more confused than nervous. Wouldn’t the normal reaction be anxiety when a threat is brought up?”

“The ghost said it was abusing Patton.”

“They never said they were, they said ‘what if’.”

“That’s basically admitting to it!”

“What if,” Logan hesitantly started, “What if the spirit was attempting to make us aware of Patton’s situation?”

“What, like Patton is like that normally?”

“Think about it. Patton has been acting similar, if not worse in the past. Before we even brought up going to the Davis house. Wouldn’t it have started after we didn’t make it to the Davis house, but he did?” I hesitated. “Plus, he has seemed a bit peppier than normal. He usually acts happy and optimistic, but his smile is less forced.”