Pride!Roman

Part 4

TW: injury, blood

Before I knew it, a certain fatherly figure knocked on my door.

"Hey kiddo! Lunch is ready!"

Patton is always such a delight, I can see why he brings out the best in the other sides. Everyone seems a little more cheery when he's around, especially Logan. It's rare to see him smile without Patton around anymore.

"I'll be right out Padre! Thank you!"

I could almost hear his smile as my ears picked up on Patton's footsteps walking away from my door. Well I guess I have no use in worrying anymore, saying how that's Virgil's job. After a minute of hesitation, I grabbed my doorknob and swiftly opened my bedroom door.

As I made my way down the stairs, I could see the two other sides sitting at the table and I could hear Patton in the kitchen. As I made my way to my spot on the table, Logan looked up from the newspaper and actually smiled at me. And that's a really rare occurrence to see Logan genuinely smile at someone, except if it's Pat.

"Hello Roman. It's nice to see that you are well."

A slight blush spread across my face. Where is this kindness coming from? Logan is never usually this nice, to me no less. We butt heads in just about everything, but it's nice to have the proper-ish side show that he cares every once in a great while. I sat down in my seat, which happened to be the right of Logan's.

"Oh! Well, thank you Logan! It's nice to see you're doing good too."

He gave me a soft smile of confirmation as I heard a scoff from right across the table. I looked over to see the one and only emo nightmare sitting in his seat wrong and staring at me with his cold coffee colored eyes. If his eyes had a flavor, it would be ice coffee. The good kind. I like iced coffee.

"Hey Princey."

I visibly flinched at that name and I saw a smirk rise on Virgil's face. I glanced over to see Logan looking at us with an eyebrow raised, but he quickly shrugged it off and went back to reading, still glancing up every few seconds which indicates that he is still listening.

My fear quickly turned to rage, but before I could say anything to JDe-lightful, Patton came in, happily bouncing with all of our plates. He quickly and carefully passed them out to everyone and I gave him a thank you. He took his seat and we all started digging in.

Pat's food is the best, and it pains me that we all take him for granted. I'm sure we would all starve if it weren't for him, saying how I don't think anyone else here knows how to cook as well as he does. He also gives us all emotional support, even when we don't necessarily need it. He really is like a father to us, but so much more. He's our best friend, and we're really lucky to have him.

Once we all finished our meals, I scooped up everyone's plates and headed into the kitchen.

"Kiddo! Now what do you think you're doing?"

I turned around to see a confused but amused Patton standing right behind me.

"Padre, I'll do the dishes for you! Don't you worry! Why don't you relax? You do so much for us as it is, it's the least I could do."

A spark of joy flashed across his face as he physically beamed at me.

"Why thank you Roman! That really means a lot to me!"

As he finished that sentence, Patton along with the other two sides walked into the living room, to I assume watch a movie or something along the lines of that.

I headed into the kitchen to start the dishes. After a couple of minutes I heard my name being called from behind me. I turned around with a simple "hmm?" as a response because I expected to see a fellow side had walked in without me realizing, but my eyebrows furrowed when I saw no one was there. I looked over to see the three sitting on the couch all intensely watching whatever was on the TV.

I turned back to the sink with a huff of slight annoyance. After another minute or two, I heard it again. Then all the sudden the voice said something that made me drop the plate I was washing and it shattered all over the floor.

"Princeton! Come back!"

That was the last thing I heard from the dark sides before I left.

I remembered my crown, my old outfit, my old personality, my brother, my guilt, my shame, everything. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing out of my eyes. After all these years, now is when my facade is breaking.

Red liquid began to drip onto the shattered plate on the floor. I began to scan myself for injury to see I had blood all over my hands, so much so that I couldn't tell where it was coming from.

I quickly made my way around the broken plate into the living room and up the stairs.

"Roman? Are you okay? We heard something brake- hey! where are you going, kiddo?"

I looked at Patton from the top of the stairs with tears streaming down my face. There's no doubt in my mind Pat didn't see me, because his face softened very quickly. I glanced at Logan; he looked very confused. I then looked at Virgil who had an unreadable expression on his face. After all, he most likely knows what's happening to me.

I bolted to my room and threw myself into it as quickly as possible, slamming my door in the process.

Anger swarmed over me and I couldn't control myself anymore. I waltzed right on over to my mirror and punched it as hard as I possibly could. It almost completely shattered from the impact just like the plate. I stumbled back to look at the damage. Very long deep cracks stewarded from the very top to the very bottom. It was covering every single inch of the mirror, as the cracks met up to where my face was in the reflection. That's where I punched it and I couldn't help compare the broken mirror and the broken plate to how broken I felt. Everything around me is braking because of me.

I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I let out a very loud scream of pain and anguish. Not for my hand that i hit the mirror with that I noticed is the hand that was already bleeding and throbbing, but for everything else. If anything, it's for the fear, pain, shame, and guilt. I should've never done this. I should've never done the things I did.

Sure it gave me amazing memories and the best family I could've asked for, but lying to them over and over makes me feel terrible. I'm mostly scared about Patton finding out. And we all know how Patton feels about lying in "Can Lying Be Good?" We all know how he's not a fan of it. He would be devastated if he learned about the truth. Patton is my best friend and I would never want to hurt him like that. Logan on the other hand, would probably act like it never happened, while acting very coldly to me. Not because he's mad, because I hurt Patton. Padre is like Spec's source of happiness, and I can see why.

"All this emotional turmoil is practically radiating off of you, I'm surprised I didn't show up sooner!"

I quickly turned around to the voice that spoke to me from behind. My eyes grew wide.