Even At Your Weakest

by moose.impala

It had been one hell of a night, thats for damn sure. Your father was in the hospital in a diabetic coma, your mother refused to see him, and Roman fucking Godfrey had just moved into your house, and in your fucking room none the less. Eventual smut and some angst ensues.

Chapter 1

Your father has had diabetes since you were a little kid so you were used to things like cuts healing slowly and blood sugar drops. Hell, you had had several scares with Ketoacidosis even. But he had gone and done himself in real good this time.

Your mother refused to go to the hospital. She said it was because he should have known better. The two of you had been warning him for years. That still didn't make up for her lack of sympathy, compassion, empathy, or overall motherly nature.

And then there was him.

Roman

Fucking

Godfrey.

You and that little fucker had been friends since 2nd grade. He tried to buy your favorite power rangers lunch box from you and when you told him no he was dumbfounded. He took a liking to you after that; probably because you stood up to him and no one else would. You loved Roman and would die for him but he was a pain in your ass. Looking back it's funny how six year olds even knew the Godfrey's weren't to be tampered with. Especially Olivia, and especially with Olivia when it came to Roman. Funny... that's how you ended up with Roman Fucking Godfrey in your house, in your room, to begin with.

Olive had hit Roman again and he finally had enough of it. After waking up from that coma (which scared the shit out of you) Olivia decided it was time for Roman to fully kneel at her feet. When he refused and swore that he was grown and knew how to do good, unlike her, she grabbed him by the throat, pushed him up against the wall, and smacked him till his cheeks bled, all while telling him how much of a disappointment he was. He finally bucked up and mesmerized her when she told him he was a coward like his father. She was just as shocked as he was as she fell to the ground and saw the blood trickle from his nose onto her pristine marble floors. He triumphantly strode over to her and looked her in the eye again, declaring, "It's a fucking honor to be like Norman. He's a good man, too good for you." He waltzed out the door and showed up at your house that night. Two nights ago to be exact.

When Roman arrived he was still bleeding, still crying, and still pissed off. To say Roman scared you was an understatement. You knew he would never hurt you, and you knew he cared for you, but you also knew just how dangerous he could really be. You were Roman's best friend and he was yours. He told you everything. He told you about the girls he fucked, the guys he kissed, the pain he felt. He told you about the first time he discovered he could mesmerize people. You were the first person he came to when he discovered Norman was his real father. Roman even told you about his infatuation with blood and how he didn't know what it meant but felt it might be connected to his powers. He felt that every time he bled and tasted his own blood his ability enhanced. None of this part of Roman scared you. The Roman that scared you shitless was the one who hated himself and would stop at nothing to destroy himself, and that would destroy you too.

So here you were with Roman Godfrey living in your house, your father in the hospital, and your mother in the bitchiest of moods you'd seen yet - and that was saying something.