His Prince Charming (Troyler AU) *trigger warning*

Chapter One- Morning After

Hello Humans! (10 points for anyone who knows what that is from) My name is Belle, I'm a shitty writer, but I'm giving this a shot because I saw this idea and I was like "Yes, holy fuck that would be a good fic." SO HERE I PRESENT TO YOU HIS PRINCE CHARMING (Troyler AU) (this is very loosely based off of Cinderella btw)

Tyler

I don't know which I hated more. The fact that my alarm went off, or the fact that my alarm went off and I was still in the same bed as I went to sleep in. My entire body ached yet again from the lumpy mattress I felt myself laying on. As I rolled over to shut my phone off the groan that left my mouth was practically involuntary from the tension that had built up in my back.

"Fuck me." I heard my voice become raspy as I formed the words in the dim light of morning. "In the middle of a good dream, too." I muttered as an afterthought, sitting up and stretching my sore body. I winced with every movement, but it was better to wince now than in front of my brothers. God; if Dan or Phil saw my pain they'd be sure to triple it. I felt my lips turn into a frown at the thought; why was I letting myself think this so early in the morning, I usually wait until noon.

Trying to shake myself out of my funk, I stood up quickly to get dressed. I bit my lip to contain the whimper of pain that tried to escape my lips. My eyes sealed themselves shut as tears threatened to spill from them for the millionth time in a row. I was not about to let myself cry when Dan, Phil, or Jackie could enter the room at any given time. I briskly walked over to my closet, blinking rapidly to stop the potential flow of tears as I grabbed a shirt with minimal damage to it. My fingers trembled as I peeled off yesterday's bloody tee-shirt, biting my lip even harder as it peeled off all the scabs that had formed on my back. I quickly threw the shirt aside and slipped on a darker colored one to hide the stains; no one needed to see that. Not now; not ever.

I sighed and picked up my phone and took one glance at the time before almost dropping it and stumbling into a run downstairs. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, holy motherfucking shit. I was ten minutes late to my kitchen chores. If Jackie caught me...no she couldn't. She wasn't to wake up for another hour. Hannah wouldn't tell her...right?

Hannah is essentially the closest thing to a friend I've ever had. When dad died, she was hired to watch Dan, Phil, and I, but she was quickly reduced to nothing more than what my mom would call a scullery maid. She never spoke, but we were comfortable in each other's presence and she was nice enough to help me out with my shit. Though there's something I clearly don't know about her by the way Jackie treats her, but she would never do anything about it. She was always wearing a fake smile and helping out to the best of her ability even though she could leave at any time she wanted. Then again, I'm not complaining if I have someone to smile at me every once in a while.

"Han-Hannah," I panted as my run came to a halt in the kitchen, "I'm so sorry...was lost in thought please don't...don't tell my-" Hannah had already risen a hand to tell me to shut up. She sent me a look telling me that lord knows she doesn't want to see my blood dripping off of my body two days in a row and I sighed a breath of relief. She gestured for me to sit and catch my breath with the muttered words,

"It's ok, Tyler, I can cook." Grateful I sat and watched her do what she was good at. I smiled a bit as well, this was the first time she had said more than two or three words in months. I watched as her eyes lit up as she added more and more ingredients to whatever concoction she was making for my family. No matter how quiet or quaint she was, she always had this serene sense of comfort and companionship about her to anyone she would acquaint herself with, well, me at least.

I quickly began to start my habit of wondering, again. What on Earth did someone as nice as Hannah do to anger my mother into hiring her? What goes on in her head that will her to stay? Can she even leave? If she could leave, would she?

Biting my lip I looked down and shook my head. My mind always let my thoughts go this way. I know no one loves me, but why must I always think about it? If I knew why couldn't I just accept it? Denial would get me nowhere and neither would anger. But no matter how stupid it may sound, or how desperate I may be, I still craved love and affection from anyone. Yeah, sure I had Hannah to smile at every once in a while, but she was just here because she most likely HAD to be. No matter how much people acted like she could leave at any time she wished deep down we all know she probably couldn't.

I felt a finger suddenly swipe my cheek. Without realizing it my thoughts had led me to tears. I looked up and my eyes locked with Hannah's. Her eyes were filled with sympathy as she wiped my face dry before signaling to a tray sitting on the granite counter.

"Hannah, I don't think I can today." I practically whispered the plea for her to take care of my duties as my entire being ached of physical and mental pain. Though no matter how much I would plead, I could tell by the first shake of her head that we both knew what would happen if I didn't.

I took a deep shaking breath and nodded as I stood on wobbly legs. It was time for one of my many daily hells.

It was time for me to face my brothers.

 So yeah...that happened....ummm...I'm sorry about that...but I tried. Yes I know I made Phan evil I'm sorry and same goes for Jackie but here's a sample chapter and if people like it I shall continue. And yeah...uhhhh...that's all.

BYE 

*also please note that I am trash