Dear, Insecurity//Romangst//Prinxiety [IN PROGRESS]

Prince Estate

*cOuGh* just gonna make an A/N for the triggers in this book

There's going to be triggers for child abuse, self-doubt, trauma, having to tell people about said trauma, probably some food mentions, and if I forgot anything, tell me and I'll be sure to add it in :)

I hope you enjoy this book despite how sad it is-

I'd love constructive criticism. 

(Also I really love the cover for this book- what do y'all think?-)

One of the worst things about having a big house and a bad family is that nobody hears anything like in a closer neighborhood.

They don't hear the yelling, the broken dishes, the crying.

Roman cried a lot.

That's what it usually sounds like inside.

A mailman once called the cops, but it didn't work because Roman's father managed to clean the shards of one of Roman's teacups before they got there. The gate slowed them even more.

Roman hadn't seen his brother Remus in years, other than the occasional class together, maybe a talk at lunch. He lived with their mom now, after the parents had split. When the houses were split, he'd felt like he lost a part of himself losing Remus. They didn't seem like brothers now.

Maybe because Roman wasn't as nice anymore. He was afraid of making friends that would find out about what happens at his house.

So, probably just afraid of what his father would do if someone knew.

Oh, how jealous Roman was of Remus. What he would give for a day in a different house.

But he's not in a different house. He's in his bathroom, connected to his bedroom. He's covering his ears on the floor, leaning on the locked door.

His father isn't mad right now, but he's breaking something downstairs and it's scaring Roman. He's not sure why it scares him so much but it does.

Shit.

He has school tomorrow. Roman stood, checking his reflection. There weren't bruises on his face or neck, thankfully. No worries.

...

He sighs, brushing his hair back as things quieted downstairs. A knock sounded on his bedroom door and he wearily crept out of his bathroom.

"Yes..?" He called, his voice cracked. Roman cringed. He didn't like his voice, especially when it cracked.

"Get ready for Monday. You're walking." Footsteps echoed on the other side of the door, fading.

His father had slowed on physical violence lately. After the mailman called the cops-. Now, most of the time it was just yelling or ignoring needs, taking away self-care products or clothes.

He checked a clock. 8:30. Dinner's been skipped today, but oh well. He had a stash in his room anyway.

Roman lifted his mattress and pulled out some random snack the kids at school would pack in their lunches. Roman didn't eat lunch, he never had an appetite, and when his meals were revoked, the appetite disappeared further.

He curled up in his bed and closed his eyes until everything faded and he fell asleep.

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"Roman!" He shot up, shriveling to a ball on top of his pillow. "Get your ass up, if you're late, I'm taking that stupid china set from your shelf." He nodded, his father grabbing his arm and dragging him out onto the floor, dropping him there, then leaving.

Roman got dressed and left. He wore his white theatre hoodie. It had gold letters on it and red embroidered flowers. This was accompanied by a pair of leggings and converse shoes.

Bell, desk, attendance, etcetera. Then lunch.

Roman always sat alone at lunch. Nobody wanted to sit with him anyway, he was mean. He was mean because he was afraid of making friends.

But today... was peculiar.

A kid sat down by him halfway through lunch, next to his tree. The guy just sat there on his phone, only inches away.

"What are you doing here?" Roman asked, he tried to sound rude, but it didn't work somehow.

"Sitting," the kid replied, still staring down at his phone. "You?"

"..sitting." Roman sighed.

"Where's your lunch?"

"Huh?"

"I've never seen you eat. Not your scene or...?"

"Not my kinda meal." He lied.

And then silence. It was silent for the rest of the lunch period. Not uncomfortable silence, but silence.

When the bell rang Roman stood, he stood by the tree for a bit, watching the emo walk away and connect with Patton Heartstring and Logan Crofter.

Why would he sit with him instead of them?

Weren't his friends more important?

Did Roman really look that pathetic, sitting by the tree alone, picking at the grass?

Whatever. It was probably a dare.

The emo didn't care about him, he knew it.

Nobody cares about Roman Prince and they shouldn't.

By the time Roman got home, his father was still at work. Roman took this spare time to walk around, running his hand along the walls of his house. He wasn't sure why, he just liked to wander around when he was alone.

He heard the gates around the large estate open and walked upstairs to his room, noticing the door's lock was gone. That was how his father got into his room this morning.

Roman ate dinner today, but he ate it up in his room. He was glad he could do that.

Ayyyyy
There's chapter 1-

Don't worry, it gets worse.

(It gets better after tho-............. oR dOeS iT-)