"I can't believe this!" Pablo yelled and crossed his arms to show how upset he was.

Here we go. The truth is out. He knows.

"Can't believe what?" I questioned and slowly got off of the brat, who looked like he was ready to throw up.

Pablo grabbed my ear like a toddler and dragged me out of the brat's room. "I can't believe you ditched school to be here with Chris!" he yelled a bit too close to my ear.

"Is that what you're upset about?" I asked, a bit confused.

Did he not just see me kissing the brat's neck?

"Yes! School is important, Royce!" Pablo scolded as the brat rushed out of his room with frightened eyes.

"Please don't yell at Royce! I swear we won't ever do it again!" he cried out and made me quickly cover his mouth with my hand.

"Shut. up." I instructed him with a glare.

Pablo pushed me off of him and stood between us. "Royce, I already know." he told me seriously.

"What?!" Chris and I both said at the same time.

Pablo chuckled and rolled his eyes. "I'm not stupid. I know both of you are in some type of love dovey relationship. You guys are so busy looking at eachother that you don't see me glancing at your actions." he confessed.

What a weirdo. He really needs a life if he just watches the brat and I for fun.

"So you're not mad? upset? disgusted?" I questioned.

Pablo shook his head no and gave his genuine smile. "Why would I be? I mean it is a bit weird but if you guys love eachother then go for it." he replied.

Love?.. No.

"Love is a strong word my dear brother. Don't use is it so loosely." I added.

Pablo frowned at my comment and was about to reply but Chris quickly walked away and slammed the door shut to his room.

"You should think about what you're going to say before you speak, Royce." Pablo told me seriously and tried to make the brat open his door to talk to him.

What the hell did I do? I just spoke the honest truth.

I wasn't in love with the brat. I have never loved anybody, but he was close to it so that counted, right?

He was probably the closest to ever being loved by me.

I didn't even know what it meant to love someone. Did you have to buy them flowers? chocolates?

Or tell them they were beautiful and take them out on expencive dates?

"Chris open the door please!" Pablo yelled as he knocked on the door with a frown.

I felt as though I should be the one doing that.

"Royce, I need to get back to school. I just came to check up on Chris since you wouldn't answer my texts. I'll see you guys later so try to be nice." Pablo instructed as he passed by me and headed downstairs.

I ran my fingers through my hair and just really wanted to go out for some drinks but the brat was still upset.

and to make it worse he was still sick.

I knocked on his door and waited a couple of seconds befoee knocking again but harder. He reluctantly opened the door and stood by it with sad eyes.

"I'm trying to take a nap." he told me in a low voice and tugged on the collar of his shirt.

"Great, I need a nap after all this mess." I replied and barged into his room, without caring that he stumbled a little at my sudden intrusion.

I crawled into his bed and prayed I wouldn't get sick after being here so long. The brat stood by the door unsure of what to do but then closed the door and made sure to lock it this time.

"Good choice." I stated and made myself comfortable.

Chris walked to the side of the bed and slowly got beside me. He looked uncomfortable and fidgety but I wouldn't blame him.

Maybe I should of really thought twice about what I said.

I pulled him close to me and couldn't help but place soft kisses on the side of his jaw and the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sorry." I whispered in his ear and didn't miss the way he closed his eyes for a moment.

He turned his head towards me and pecked my lips before placing his head on my shoulder and his hand on my chest.

I wrapped my arm around him and we both stayed quiet for awhile.

"So now Pablo knows about us...that should be interesting now." I tried to make conversation.

In reality I was happy it was Pablo who found out about us and not my dad nor Angela. Pablo sometimes was too kind for his own good.

Which was why I was always the one who defended him even if he was the oldest.

"I'm actually surprised he knew before we told him anything. I guess we're really obvious." the brat replied and started to innocently play with the bottom of my shirt.

Little did he know that his simple actions made my hands tingle in want.

I wanted to touch him and do things he probably wasn't ready for.

"My head is killing me.."

I looked down at the brat and wanted to comfort him the best I could. It was like an instinct now that I wanted to protect and defend him from everybody and everything.

He was now in the small list of people in my head that I would die for.

"Take these and they'll help you fall asleep." I instructed the sick boy and handed him some cough medicine.

He thanked me in return once he swallowed the pills and layed his head back on my chest before closing his eyes in content. I felt the way his arm around my torso tightened and the way he tried his best to bury his face into my chest.

It was a sweet gesture that made me smile down at the boy that was slowly making me fall for him...

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...

"Get off of me!"

I was roughly pinned against the brick wall and punched until my vision became blurry.

I tried to fight back but the guy was twice my size and obviously had more fighting experience than me. I could feel blood oozing from the cut made to my right arm.

The bastard had a sharp glass piece with him and was definitely using it. I was more than certain I wasn't his first victim since he was so damn skilled with the broken glass.

"You slept with my daughter and got her pregnant!" the old man yelled in my face and punched the side of my stomach.

A grunt escaped my bloody lips as I tried to comprehend what he was telling me. I had no idea who his daughter was and I was positive I wasn't her baby daddy.

I haven't slept with anybody in a very long time.

This man was probably older than my dad and was way heavier than him. His grey mustache and deep bags under his eyes proved it.

"I don't know who your whore of a daughter is and I did not knock her up!" I yelled back at the man and swung my fist, causing it to make an impact with his jaw.

He stumbled back giving me the perfect opportunity to back away from the brick wall I was roughly pinned against.

How did I go from peacefully walking home to being in this messy situation? Just another typical day I guess.

I ran away from the guy and was glad I was almost home. I crossed the street without looking and was glad no cars were passing by our quiet neighborhood.

I looked back and saw the angry dad chasing me with determination to badly hurt me clear in his eyes.

I sprinted towards my house and cursed under my breath when I saw Pablo, my dad and the brat standing outside.

My dad and Angela were finally back from their honeymoon which was a bit depressing since I had to be home at a certain time again.

Now really wasn't a good time to see them all standing outside.

I stopped running and prayed they wouldn't see me as I tried to find another way to run, but luck wasn't on my side.

"Royce, what are you doing?" my dad questioned as I was aggressively pushed to the ground.

I rolled around on the grass with the angry man and tried my best to cover my face from every punch he tried to give me.

A couple of seconds later, he was grabbed off of me by Pablo and my dad. They pushed him away and I watched in surprise as my dad hit the man back along with Pablo.

I have never seen them fight and I always assumed they were too kind to ever do that but I guess I was wrong.

They were defending me and I couldn't be happier..

"Are you okay Royce? You're bleeding!" Chris asked in worry and tried to help me up.

I pushed him away and wiped my bloody mouth as I watched the three men in front of us continue to fight. "Stay back and don't get involved." I told the brat and tried to help Pablo.

They had the guy pinned to the ground but he continued to kick and try to punch them. I looked around in his pockets and was stopped by my dad.

"What are you doing, Royce? We're not robbing the guy!" he yelled at me and grabbed my wrist but I pushed him off.

I kept with my search until I found the broken piece of glass that was used against me. No way in hell was I going to let this jerk use it to try to hurt Pablo or my dad.

Their eyes widened at my finding and now understood the cut on my arm.

"Chris go tell your mother to call the cops!" my dad instructed the terrified looking boy and did exactly what he was ordered to do.

"He got my sweet daughter pregnant! He just used her!" the now bloody man yelled under Pablo's tight hold.

"Royce is this true?" my dad questioned in shock.

I wiped my sweaty forehead and shook my head no. "I don't know who his daughter is and I swear I didn't get her pregnant!" I tried to convince.

"Her name is Amanda and she said it was you who got her pregnant then just left her without another word!" the old man yelled at me in disgust.

Amanda? ...Amanda?...

Oh...Amanda.

Crap.

"That still gives you no right to try and kill my son! You're suppose to be the adult in this situation and you're acting like a complete idiot." my dad defended me with a pointed finger.

I felt horrible since what the man was saying was probably true...

Amanda was the last person I had sex with but that was almost three months ago. It was only a one night stand and I made sure to wear protection.

After that I stopped having sex in general. I haven't even been able to touch Cymphony without thinking about the brat.

These were the consequences of my childish behaviors.

What if I am the child's father?...