The prince (Tyler Joseph x Reader) COMPLETED

Chapter Eighteen

A/N;
shit is gonna go down in this chapter, if you are sensitive to alcoholism & suicidal actions PLEASE message me and i can give you a summary of the chapter
proceed with caution (also remember Joshua isn't like this IrL he is a literal angel this is just his character in the story. thx.)

Things wen't from bad, to worse.

Joshua started working day shifts so he could spend time with his buddies at night. No matter how tired he was.

Where they went at night was a mystery until one night he stumbled home when I was awake.

At four in the morning.

"Joshua?" I said as he slammed the door shut.

"What do you want from me? You never loved me." He's drunk.

He never got drunk, but I could already tell he was an angry drunk.

The way he slurred his words, and the steps he took, there was no way he could go to work in an hour.

I picked up the phone to call Head of the royal Guard to tell him he couldn't come in, once I finished the call he slapped the phone out of my hands.

Shattering the screen.

"What? Were you calling Tyler?"

I blinked back tears, he knows Tyler is a sensitive topic.

"Do you miss him? Am I not good enough for you?"

I stared at him speechless, I backed up against a wall.

"N-no, I love you, you're just enough for me."

"You better mean it, bitch." He angrily said at me, as his hand made contact with my face.

He slapped me.

I pressed my hands to wear his own hand was a second ago.

It stung.

How could he do this to me?

He walked, or I should say, stumbled to his room to go to bed.

I was left on the floor crying.

How could he do this?

He l-loves me.

time skip.

It had been a month since he slapped me, that is, on the face.

I've collected bruises on my arms and stomach.

At least no one can see those.

Also my scars were a big deal.

No one could see those either.

I walked down the sidewalk to the coffee house I worked at, and heard a bunch of yelling.

"Please you can't kick me out! Give me one more week to pay you, my band is doing a gig. Please!"

"Tyler, it's been a month since you've paid rent. I'm sorry kiddo."

I took a deep breath in.

Tyler?

It had to be a different Tyler.

"You're done." The landlord spat at him, and I found myself a sobbing mess.

How could I let two simple words affect me?

How could he have so much power over me?

I sat on the ground, my thoughts running wild.

Look at you, having a breakdown in public.

How embarrassing.

And Tyler? Oh if he saw you now, he'd be so happy he got rid of you.

You're done.

You messed it up.

It's all your fault.

I then felt a warm hand on my shoulder, one finger hitting my neck.

Soft, and callused.

"A-are you okay?"

His voice was familiar.

I wiped my eyes, forgetting about my eyeliner, now smeared on my fingers.

I angrily put my hands in my lap.

"I-I'm fine."

I looked up.

Tyler.