Would y'all find it weird if I suddenly started referring to the twin's dad as Mr. Prince or Rian? If not, then which would you prefer?

I'm just sick of saying "their father." It's annoying.

Roman did end up falling asleep. When he woke up, however, he immediately burst into tears.

Oh god, what was he going to do?

Logan was the smart one. Logan always knew what to do. What would Logan say right now?

You're an idiot.

That sounded about right.

Roman was scared. He had never felt this helpless before in his entire life. He was trapped. If he left Virgil, he would be hunted down like an animal. If he stayed with Virgil, he wasn't sure he would last too long.

Another thing that bothered Roman was the fact that Virgil had tried to access his phone. At first, he had only been thinking about Virgil doing it without his permission. But now? He was questioning why Virgil wanted to go through his phone.

Was he still uncertain about whether or not Roman was cheating? Was he planning to look through Roman's messages? What was it?

Whatever it was, Roman didn't want him to try it again.

---

"You look terrible." Remus commented simply when Roman came down the stairs the next morning. He didn't even look up from his phone when he made the observation.

Roman grunted in reply, walking over to the fridge and opening it.

"I had expect you to sleep in. After all, you're excused from school today." Their father said, frying some bacon.

"Well, maybe I couldn't sleep." Roman grumbled, pulling out the orange juice jug and pouring himself a glass.

He sat down next to Remus, who looked up from his phone and eyed him warily.

"...have you been crying?" He asked suspiciously.

"What?" Roman asked.

"It's either that or you're really high, and I don't smell weed on you." Remus hummed, looking back at his phone. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not particularly."

"I figured."

Roman took a slow sip of his juice, exhaustion from crying his eyes out last night filling his system. "What time did Virgil go home last night?" He placed the glass onto the table.

"Shortly after you went to bed." Their father answered, putting a piece of bacon on a plate with other various food items on it. He handed it to Remus, who immediately indulged himself.

So Virgil went home after trying and failing to get into Roman's phone, then. He must've been waiting for that opportunity for awhile.

It was at that moment that reality set in.

Oh god, Roman was going to die.

He let out a strangled whimper, putting his head in his hands. He distantly heard the sound of Remus calling his name.

He felt a hand being placed on his shoulder, and looked up into the concerned eyes of his brother.

"What am I going to do, Ree?" Roman whispered in pure terror.  "I don't know what to do." 

"Talk to me, Ro." Remus said, eyebrows furrowing. "What's going on?"

"I'm scared!" Roman sobbed, shaking his head. "I'm going to die, Ree! He's going to kill me!"

Remus frown deepened, and he exchanged a glance with their father. "Who is, Roman? What's going on?"

Roman remained silent, shaking like a leaf in the wind. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You should go, you're going to be late."

"Roman--"

"I'll be fine, Ree. Just forget it." Roman shook his head, smiling weakly.

---

Remus wasn't the one who feels fear out of the two of them. Sometimes, he forgot that fact.

Remus was unfocused during the entire drive to school, mind drifting back to breakfast. Who on earth could Roman have been talking about? Was someone threatening his brother?

Could it really have been one of the guys from their old school? He had been entertaining the thought for awhile, but figured that since Roman hadn't been targeted, it was probably unlikely.

But now, he was uncertain.

Remus didn't consider himself to be the rational one. Their mother was rational, and Roman took more after her. He had always jumped into things blindly, which would usually land the twins into trouble. Remus had never hated that trait more.

Remus was sick of standing by while his brother drifted away from him. Of standing on the sidelines as Roman fell apart.

For once in his life, he was going to play the hero.

---

Roman spent most of the day in his room, alternating between crying and sleeping.

He just wanted to talk to someone.

Preferably his friends. Patton, Logan, Janus. Any one of them would do. Of course, he probably couldn't talk to any of them now.

He missed them.

He hoped Janus was happy, wherever he was now.

"I practically killed him." Roman whispered to himself, curling into a ball. "I'm a murderer."

His phone chimed.

He pulled it out, looking at the text.

V: I'm stopping by after school

Roman felt his blood run cold.

Did u leave something??

V: lmao??

V: am I not allowed to visit my sick boyfriend??

Don't u have hw??

V: I took care of it at school

V: there wasnt a lot

V: why?? do u not want me to come??

V: why not??

V: are u hiding something from me??

V: are u cheating on me??

I'm just really tired.

V: that's what my mom said to my dad whenever she went to fuck her boyfriend

What the fuck??

You're comparing me to your mom now??

I'm not cheating on you

Can u not be so fucking paranoid??

Roman instantly knew that he had messed up.

V: paranoid?? did u just call me paranoid??

V: what the fuck is wrong with you??

V: am I not allowed to care for my boyfriend??

V: it's not my fault you walk around looking like a fuckboy

V: you could be sleeping with other people behind my back

V: I have every right to be anxious about it

I'm sorry

V: whatever

Virgil didn't continue the conversation after that.

A/N:

About half of this was written in between classes.