AN: this isnt really the end, there will be more.
⚠TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠ Mention of Injury, Mention of Past Living Conditions. Let me know if I missed any.
When I woke up the next morning, I could hear somebody moving around downstairs. I got up and walked over to my bag, wincing when I stretched my back a little bit. I grabbed a T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and my binder. I changed, careful of my back, and walked downstairs.
When I got downstairs, I saw Roman cooking breakfast. He had bacon frying and was currently trying to make pancakes. Notice the word trying.
“Need help?” I asked teasingly.
“No. I’m just making breakfast for everyone.”
“Well right now you’re making burnt pancakes.”
“Fine. Please help me.”
“Sure. I’ll make pancakes, you go make sure you your bacon isn’t burning.”
“Crap!” He rushed over to the stove to check on the bacon, and saw that it was fine. “You jerk! The bacon wasn’t burning!”
Meanwhile I was laughing. “I just wanted to see you freak out,” I said between laughs.
“You suck Virgil.”
“You know you love me.”
“Yeah sure. Whatever you say.”
"I’m hurt.” I put my hand on my heart, mocking offense. “Anyway, why’d you try to make breakfast if you can’t?”
“Well, I figured that after what happened last night, a nice breakfast would be a good treat.”
“Are you saying that I don’t make a good breakfast?” I asked, again mocking hurt.
“I meant a breakfast that you didn’t have to cook. I’m assuming you or Ryan usually make breakfast?”
“Yeah. I make it most of the time, but if I wake up late or just have too much to do, Ryan steps in and makes it.”
“Yeah. That's what I thought, so I figured having someone else make breakfast for you would be nice.”
“Yeah. But I like making breakfast, so it doesn’t bother me.”
“Yeah well, I like sleep but have to take a break sometimes.”
“Really, that’s the best you could come up with?”
“Shut up! It’s too early in the morning for me to be creative.”
“It’s literally almost 10! It’s not too early for anything!”
“It’s too early to go to bed.”
“You underestimate me. I’m beginning to consider going to sleep again.” I slowly started walking out of the kitchen, back towards Roman’s room.
“You can't leave me to make breakfast by myself!”
“I suppose I should stay here. You’d burn the house down if I left.”
“You're not wrong. Now get over here and help me.”
I walk back over there and start flipping pancakes again. Ryan and April come down in their pajamas, both rubbing the sleep from their eyes.
“What you cooking Virgil? It smells good,” Ryan said.
“I’m saving Roman’s disaster of pancakes. Roman is making bacon.”
“I wasn’t doing that bad,” Roman protests.
“Half of the batter was on you or the counter, and you didn’t even have two pancakes on the griddle.”
“Ok, fine. Maybe I was doing that bad.”
We all laughed, and I put two pancakes on four plates. I hand the plates to Roman and say “Put as much bacon as you can on each of these.”
“Will do.” He puts about five strips of bacon on each plate.
I walk over to the cabinet to grab some syrup, and bring it to the table. I saw that Ryan was already getting up to grab everybody silverware. I go back over to Roman, who is currently trying to hold four plates at once. “Give me those before you drop them all.” I grab two of the plates. I put one plate in front of Ryan and April. Roman hands one plate to me and sits down. I sit down next to Ryan and start eating.
“The pancakes are good Virgil. Thanks for saving them,” I heard Roman say from across the table.
“You're lucky I woke up,” I replied.
“Yeah yeah yeah.”
I ate a bit of bacon and said “Wow. You actually managed to make bacon without screwing it up.”
April, Ryan, and Roman all laugh at that. “Oh shut up!” Roman said between laughs.
The conversation continued from there, and when I looked up to see Ryan and April laughing at something Roman said, it finally hit me that we didn’t have to sneak downstairs and hope we weren’t heard. That we didn’t have to worry about whether our father was awake or not. That Ryan could finally be a 12 year old kid, not a parent. That April could finally have her friends over for sleepovers. That we wouldn't have to leave the house from the window anymore.
It finally hit me that we were safe.
AN: I'll try to update this every saturday.
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The Depressing Truth ~Prinxiety Angst~
FanfictionThis is co-written by @heckingheck321 This was a story I originally did for school but decided to change it to be prinxiety and post it here. ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ Abuse Homophobic slurs Swearing Bullying Depression Injury Transphobia I'll put any...
