Prinxiety The Prince and the Patient

Awful home life

Warning: harsh language and abuse
This is what happened after Logan left
Logan POV

I walk outside and look for my moms car. She pulls up in front of me. She looks at me with a stern look and opens the door to the front seat.
"Your late. Get in." My mother says harshly.
"I'm apologize mother. Tutoring ran long." I say not making eye contact.
"You better not be tutoring that faggot again." She says coldly.
"Do you mean P-Patton?" I ask letting a stutter slip a little bit.
"That's what I said and don't stutter. It's unprofessional. Sit up straight you'll ruin your posture."
"Yes mother." I say sitting up straighter.
"So, who DID you tutor today?" She asks turning down Virgils street.
"Dante Storm.." I say quietly.
"WHAT?! THAT FAMILY IS THE GAYEST OF THE GAYS!! ARE YOU SERIOUS LOGAN!!" She screams grabbing my arm hard.
"I-I'm sorry.. your hurting my arm." I say in tears. It hurts. She lets go of my arm. I hold it. Ahh it hurts. We drive past Virgils house and I see Roman at the door. That's peculiar.
The rest of the car ride home was silent. We pull in the driveway and my mom and I walk up to the door. I open the door and walk inside. It's spotless not a single thing in the floor. I see my father sitting in his recliner with his newspaper. He looks up and smiles at me.
"Hey Logan how was school?" He asks with a smile putting his newspaper down. That's the one thing nice about my family. My dad. He's the kindest and the only one that cares. His love overpowers my moms hate.
"It was good. I met the new student." I say taking my shoes off.
"Oh thats nice what's their name?" He asks as he starts to stand up.
"Roman Kingsley." I say putting my shoes on the shoe rack.
"Wait- the faggot model?!" My mother yells again.
"REBECCA! WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!!" My father screams. They don't get along a lot. Most of the time they are either silent or screaming at each other over something I said, my mom said, or something my dad said that wouldn't agree with moms opinion.
They continue to scream as I walk up that stairs to my room. I open the door to my room and hang my bag up.
"Arrghhh" I say holding my arm. It hurts. I roll up my sleeve gently trying not to hurt my arm more. I see a greenish yellow hand print on my arm. She bruised it. It hurts.
I walk over to the bathroom in my room and walk over to the sink. I open the med cabinet and pull out a first aid kit. I put the first aid kit on the counter and open the box. I pull out a ice pack. I shake it so it will freeze up. I put everything back in the cabinet and walk back out to my room. I walk over to my bag and pick it up and walk over to my desks and work on homework. I put the ice pack gently on my arm.
Time skip
I've finished my homework and laying on the bed, still with the ice pack on my arm, watching Game Theory on YouTube. He uses science to figure out how video games would work in real life.
*knock knock knock*
"Hey Lo, it's dad. Can I come in?" He says quietly. He sounds guilty. I scramble a little bit trying to get up.
"Y-yes hold on give me a second." I say letting a stutter out accidentally. I throw the ice pack under my bed and roll my sleeve back down carefully. I get up and walk over to the door. I hesitantly open the door.
"H-hello.." I say not looking him in his eyes. I love my dad and I don't want him to be disappointed in me too.
"Hey buddy, can I come in and we can talk?" He says to me in his sweet tone as he always does. I open the door more and move aside letting him come in. We walk over to my bed and we both sit down.
"I wanted to apologize to you Lo." He says quietly.
"W-why..?" I say tensing up a little bit. He looks at me shocked and sad.
"I wanted to apologize about your mother and the fighting. She should not talk to you like that. She shouldn't talk to anyone like that. I'm so sorry." He says hugging me tightly. I hug him back and my hands are shaking.
"Thank you but.....no." I say letting go of the hug. He lets go and looks at me confused.
"I-I'm sorry..?" He says looking at me confused.
"Thank you but no. You did nothing wrong. You should not have to apologize for what Mom says. So don't apologize for something you did not do." I say sternly. Every time they fight, he always apologizes. Every time it's always her and he does something wrong. I'm done with him taking the fall.
"Either get her to come apologize or don't come here. I apologize if this sounds rude but I'm done with you apologizing for her actions." I say to him my hands are still shaking. He grabs my hands and holds them.
"Your right, and I'm sorry." He whispers to me. I let out a shaky breathe that I didn't know I had been holding and my eyes are wet and tears roll down my face.
"Oh kiddo, I'm so so sorry, for everything." He hugs me again and ruffles my hair. We sit there in a hug and sob for almost an hour.
"Dinners ready!!"
My mom yells from downstairs. I sit up fast and wipe my tears from my face and stand up. My dad gets up and looks at me. He grabs my head and kisses my forehead.
"No matter what Mom says, I will always be proud of you." He says hugging me again.
"Thank you.." I say and let go of the hug. He ruffles my hair and walks out of the room. I follow behind. We walk downstairs and mom places a casserole on the table. We sit down and it was silent for awhile while we ate.
"Sooo, Lo did you get back your summer homework essay?" My dad asks trying to make small talk with me.
"U-uh y-yes." I say shakily.
"Logan don't stutter." My mother says sternly. I shrink in my seat a little bit.
"What did you get on it Logan?" Dad says sternly glaring at Mother.
"A Umm 97..." I say and my heart is racing.
"Oh thats gr-"
"WHAT YOU GOT A 97 ON YOUR ESSAY!! YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE BETTER!!! YOU SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN A 100 NOT A NINDY FUCKIN SEVEN!!!" My mother screams at me.
I can't move. I don't wanna move. I feel like if I move I might get hit or hurt.
"REBECCA THAT IS ENOUGH!! HE TRIED HIS DAMN HARDEST ON THAT ESSAY AND IT TURNED OUT GOOD!! YEAH IT WASNT 100 PRETTY IT WAS PRETTY DAMN CLOSE!!!" Dad yells at mom. Dad looks angry at her. I don't think I've ever seen him this angry at her. I think I'm crying again. I don't know I can't move or breathe.
"Logan?" My dad says looking at me. I can't move. He grabs my shoulders and moves me so I'm looking at me. I can hear him but he's distorted. Then everything fades to black. The last thing I hear is someone shouting my name.
Time skip
I wake up in my room with a wash cloth on my forehead. I sit up and look around. I'm in a t-shirt and I don't have my glasses on. I reach over and grab my glasses off my nightstand and put them on. My head is throbbing. It hurts. My eyes are burning and my throat is sore. I hear the door open and I look over.
"Hey kiddo, how are you feeling?" My dad says walking over to me sitting at the end of my bed.
"What happened?" I say quietly because my head hurts.
"You had an anxiety attack and passed out. Logan I'm so sorry." My dad says looking at me wiping the tears out of his eyes. I look at him.
"Dad, I told you to stop apologizing for things you didn't do." I say quietly looking at him.
"What? But- but I yelled and-and you-" he says frantically and stuttering.
"She yelled at me. You defended me. She makes me feel like every single thing I do is a disappointment and wrong. You make me feel like I can never do anything wrong. You are not the reason this happened." I say to him.

"I'm sorry to do this, but I have to go on a business trip. I won't be back for about a week. I was trying to say this during dinner. Will you be okay? I can ask for you to stay with one of your friends or or my brother-" My dad starts to ramble a little bit.
"I'll be fine. You go and I'll be fine. I'll be okay." I say to him and smile. He smiles back and kisses my head.
"I have to leave tomorrow. I'll be back next Wednesday." He says to me and ruffles my hair.
"Okay. I'll see you Wednesday then." I say to him as he starts to walk out of the room.
"Love you Lo. Rest up." My dad says at the door.
"Love you too Dad." I say to him as he leaves the room. I can see the smile on his face as he walks away.

This is not gonna end well...