VENT
Disclaimer: This will be written in a series of "memories" leading up to the current event.
-I own Briar-Rose btw.
TW: SEXUAL ABUSE, CHILD ABUSE, RAPE, manipulation, gaslighting, toxic parents, unsympathetic Patton

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Six year old Roman watched as his mother walked down the aisle to his soon to be stepfather. He didn't like Patton; he never had. He rubbed his arm where Patton had grabbed it tightly, shivering a little as the words said to him repeated in his mind. They stuck with him for years after that.

"Don't tell anyone"

He didn't know what that meant, and he sure as hell didn't want to. He simply stood next to his grandparents as the devil himself married his mother.

-

Ten year old Roman whimpered a little as he sat on his step father's lap. He could feel a thing under him and it made him uncomfortable. He shifted a little, trying to get off that..thing in his stepfather's pants.

"I saw what those kids were doing to you at the park." Patton spoke, gripping Romans hips tightly. Roman whimpered quietly, not liking how Patton's hands were close to his Prince parts.

"They were just playing Dad," Roman spoke innocently, not understanding what was wrong.

"Do you want to know what they were doing?" Patton asked, rubbing Romans thigh. Roman shrugged, hating how he was being touched.

Patton grabbed the small laptop and showed Roman pictures of porn. Things he really didn't want to see.

-

At age 11 and 12, Roman would constantly be asked by his father if he had questions about sex. Which, he didn't. He was too young to really care about the baby making process. Too young to care about what parents do in the bedroom.

"Come on Roman, I know you have questions." Patton insisted as he drove around the neighborhood yet again.

"I don't have any questions." The young boy murmured softly. He looked out the window, wishing to just be home already. He was tired, hungry and really had to pee.

"Yes you do, now ask me." Patton insisted yet again. Roman was getting really frustrated with his stepfather.

"I don't have any questions." Roman said once again. He heard Patton sigh before pulling up to their house.

-

Thirteen year old Roman silently wished his mom hadn't went to her friend's baby shower. His stepfather had been touching him inappropriately all day. Grinding against him, groping his ass, running his crotch.

Then the real trouble began.

He was helping his brothers in the shower since Logan was too young to be by himself, Remus kept getting soap on his eye, and Deceit was also too young. Patton decided it would be a good idea to pull Roman out of the bathroom and shove him on his hands and knees in the bedroom.

"Don't tell anyone. You got that, slut?" Patton growled, pulling Romans pants down. Roman tried to get away, he didn't want this. He'd take a beating over rape any given day.

"Y-yes Dad.." Roman replied, whimpering when Patton shoved his dick inside Roman with lube or prep.

Roman shut his eyes tightly, trying to convince himself that he was fine. That what was happening to him was just a bad dream. "I-it hurts!"

"Oh shut up you pussy!" Patton growled. He went hard and fast, causing Roman to whimper in pain even more.

When it was finally over, Roman pulled his pants up quickly and went back to the bathroom to help his brothers finish up. His hands were shaking, tears blurred his vision, and his legs felt like jello.

"Are you ok, Roman?" Remus asked as Roman helped him rinse his hair off. Roman simply nodded and gave a small smile.

"I'm fine, Remus."  Roman lied, trying to play it off as fine.

-

This happened repeatedly over the years. It got progressively worse the older Roman got, and it hurt worse and worse each time. Sometimes it happened while he was asleep and he would be woken up by a dick getting shoved into either his mouth or his ass.

"Don't tell anyone."
"You better not tell anyone."
"You're mine to use."

The words constantly repeated in his head and he gave up trying to stop the one he called his dad. He gave up trying to stop it from happening.

He just..gave up..

-

"Relax Roman." The familiar voice murmured to the seventeen year old boy. Roman flinched away as a hand ran up and down his back.

The boy tried to focus on doing the dishes.
He tried to ignore the thing pressing against his ass.
He tried to forget about the hands pulling at his clothes and touching him.

"I don't want it.." Roman said just loud enough for Patton to hear. He didn't exactly want to alter his siblings since they would get yelled at if they came into the kitchen. Plus it was always way worse when Patton didn't get his way.

"I don't care." Patton said as he forced Roman to bend over against his will. Roman tried to refuse but Patton was pushing on the sore part of his back and a bruise from getting shoes thrown at him. "I'm the adult here. You're the child."

Roman shut his eyes tightly and just waited for it to be over. He pretended it was his boyfriend as it was the only way he could cope with it anymore. He felt lewd and gross, and would no doubt take a two hour long shower, spending most of that time scrubbing his body until it was red.

It lasted longer than he hoped, and his legs had that jello feeling as he pulled his pants up and resumed the dishes. He forbid himself to cry as he finished loading up the dishwasher and grabbed his youngest sister, Briar-Rose, before going down the basement stairs to his room.

As soon as he was safely in his bed and his sister was asleep, he allowed all his tears to unleash and he texted his boyfriend about what had happened. Virgil deserved to know after all.

"I hate it. I hate him. I hate myself." Roman mumbled as he sobbed into his pillow. Briar-Rose snuggled against him, which made him slowly calm down. He felt safe with her, and felt the need to be protective of her.

Roman wrapped his arms around his sister and slowly fell into a somewhat peaceful sleep, dreaming of an escape.