Sanders Sides Oneshots!

Kicked Out (Found Family, a little Logince)

!!TW: Homophobia, being kicked out, rape (only before and a little after), injuries, blood!!

Roman-Centric Angst
Ships: Demus, familiar Royality + Roceit, Logince
Human AU
Genre: Angst, Found Family, Fluff
Not Requestsd

~1683 Words~

(Roman Pov)

Why did I have to slip up in January? Couldn't my parents have found out in May or September? At least then I wouldn't freeze on the street. I suppose there's no use hoping. No matter what I dream, it doesn't change the fact that I am here right now. Laying in an alley as snow and wind threaten to put out my small fire.

A group of girls walk past me, whispering to themselves. One hands me a dollar, I give them a smile, whispering a thank you. God, I'm pathetic. This whole situation is my fault anyway.

~•~

I cry as I walk home from school. Why must life be against me? I slam the front door open, before running into my bedroom and collapsing onto my bed. Sobs rack my body as I wrap myself in blankets.

"Sweetheart? Are you alright? What happened?" My mom says, walking into my room and sitting next to me. I choke on my tears as I speak, "My b-boyfriend broke up with me.."

"...Your what?"

Before I even register what I've done, she rips me off of the bed. I'm thrown onto the floor in a fit of rage. "Mom please-" She doesn't let me finish, she just stomps on my hand. I hear something crack under her high heel. Pain continues to shoot through my body as she repeatedly kicks my ribs and face.

"Stop it! Mom I'm sorry! Please stop! Stop!" I scream in agony as she kicks some more. Heavy footsteps run up the stairs and my door is flung open. My dad looks at the scene horrified before pulling me of the floor and placing me beside him.

Sharon?! You better have a damn good reason to be beating our son." He shouts, glaring at mom. I'm glad that at least one of my parents still love me. Mom rolls her eyes, "John relax, it's justified. Our son is a fucking faggot."

I'm pushed onto the floor once more. "I think the beating might be a little unnecessary dear. Just kick the disgraceful thing out of our house." Dad mumbles. He proceededs to spit on my face and kick my stomach m before walking away. So much for my dad still loving me.

Mom chuckles and resumes stomping on me. "You know me dear. Always being a little extra.~"

A half hour later, mom is satisfied with the bruised and bloody mess she's made. I'm told to pack my things and to get the hell out.

The last words my parents said to me before I left for the streets was a slur.

God I want to die.

~•~

The sun is going down. It signals the second night I'll be officially homeless. I hope tonight will be alright, last night was awful. I fell asleep on the park bench with much difficulty. I slept for a couple hours before I was woken up to someone covering my mouth while pulling my pants off. I struggled to push her off, but once I did, I ran. Well I tried to. In actuality I tripped aver my own foot and onto my already broken wrist.