"So what if you are the father of that child, Royce?"

"He's too young!"

"I told you to use protection at all times!"

I sat in the livingroom couch in silence and tried my best not to listen to the arguing happening in the kitchen.

Everybody was freaking out about what to do. A part of me was certain Royce didn't get the girl pregnant but I could always be wrong..

What if he was the dad? Would that be the end of our secret relationship?

In a way it would be since he would have to do the right thing and marry the girl like most people do after they find out their having a child.

It was pretty sad since their isnt true love involved but I guess it'll be better for the child to grow up with both parents.

"Leave me the hell alone!" Royce's angry voice made me flinch as he stormed out the kitchen.

He grabbed his jacket and quickly tugged it on without giving me a glance. I stayed quiet and watched his angry tantrum.

"Put on your jacket brat, you're coming with me." Royce ordered and grabbed the car keys.

I got up from the couch and had a feeling of doubt to follow him. He was upset and I knew how his bad temper got...

"Are you coming with me or not?!" Royce questioned with an irritated face and opened the door to leave.

The rest of the family was still in the kitchen arguing but were silenced with Royce's yelling. I knew soon they would be rushing out and wondering why he was yelling so I followed him.

We left the house and got inside Mark's car. Royce didn't waste anytime to speed away from our house and into the freeway.

I bit my nails in worry as it was quiet in the car. I had no idea where we were going but I knew it was far away since he wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.

I glanced over at Royce and frowned when his handsome face looked tired and upset. His eyes were dull and the deep scowl he held made it worse.

"Soo where are we going?" I finally got the courage to ask.

Royce stayed silent and instead turned on the radio..

I got the message clear and looked outside my window instead. He was still upset so I didn't want to make it worse.

We passed by a lot of unfamiliar places and for a moment I wondered if Royce knew where he was going. Was he just driving to release his stress or did he have a place in mind?

After what seemed like forever, Royce made a turn into a creepy forest. It was dark outside now so the tall trees made me feel uneasy.

The rocky path got worse as Royce kept driving. Finally the car stopped in front of a small looking cabin.

Royce quickly got out of the car causing me to do the same. I looked around and got the chills from just looking at creepy area surrounding us. It was too dark for my liking but I loved how clearly we could see the stars.

Royce walked towards the old cabin and pushed the door open. He stood there and waved for me to follow him...so I did.

The small cabin had only two windows but both of them were slightly cracked and the brown paint on the walls was peeling off.

I stood awkwardly as I watched Royce looking around like everything was precious and beautiful.

His eyes were no longer dull and now held a sort of love to them that I couldn't understand.

"Royce, did you live here?" I questioned.

"Yeah.." he softly replied.

I inspected the small cabin further and could not believe Royce lived here. Did Mark not make enough money to rent a normal house?

"Wow, I bet you and Pablo now cherish what you have." I stated and received a confused stare from Royce.

A second later he started to laugh but it sounded broken..

"Pablo didn't live with me." he told me with a sad smile and sat on the dusty couch.

I made my way towards him and sat next to him. "Why not?" I questioned, now more confused than anything.

Royce turned his head towards me and gently ran his fingers down my cheek. "You really want to know?" he seriously questioned.

I nodded and gave him my full attention. He sighed and leaned back against the couch.

"I moved here with my mom when I was five years-old. We didn't have much but that didn't matter since we had eachother. When I was about ten she introduced me to Mark. They were close friends and Mark always helped my mom with money problems or whatever her bad situation was."

"I always considered Mark as a father figure so I had no problem calling him dad. He was so happy when I did and I didn't understand why. Mom was even happier and cried of joy when Mark invited us to leave with him but that excitment was short lived.." Royce confessed then paused.

He coughed into his hand and for the first time saw some real emotion in his eyes.

"My mom was beaten to death by some strangers. Mark took me in and since then I've been living with him and Pablo.." he said seriously and ran his fingers through his messy hair.

My lips parted a little in suprise and I tried to process everything Royce was telling me.

"I'm so sorry.." was the only thing that came out of my mouth.

"It's fine." he quickly replied and adjusted himself in his seat like he didn't want my sympathy.

I got closer to him and couldn't help but embrace him in a hug. He froze for a second but then wrapped his arms around my waist.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck and tightened his hold. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I could practically feel the pain radiating off of his tired body.

"It's okay to cry, Royce." I whispered in his ear.

He chuckled and looked at me. "I can't cry." he stated.

I looked into his sad eyes and no sign of tears was visible. "Yes you can." I replied and gently kissed his forehead.

"You don't understand.." he seriously stated and his emotionless stare returned.

I caressed his cheek and pecked his lips. "Then help me understand." I told him.

He looked at me for awhile as if debating to do so. "No." he replied.

"Why not?" I questioned, a bit hurt.

"Because I'm not ready to lose you yet." he replied with a frown.

I always knew there was something wrong with Royce but now I wasn't sure if I wanted to know.

He was making it sound like it was something really bad.

"Okay, I understand." I said, trying not to sound too hurt about his lack of trust on me.

It was impossible to leave Royce. I loved him but he didn't need to know that since he didn't feel the same way...

I felt his hand grab my chin and make me look at him. His wet lips made contact with mine and soon we were desperately kissing eachother.

He sucked on my tongue and I could feel myself getting exicted. His hand went under my shirt causing my body to spark in want.

"I can't feel pain.." Royce breathed out and started to suck a lovebite on my neck.

I was so entranced by the amazing feeling of his hot mouth on my neck that for a second I ignored what he said.

"Wait, what?" I questioned and lightly pushed him off of me.

He pecked my lips one more time before speaking. "I can't feel pain."

"Are you lying to me?" I asked seriously.

He rolled his eyes then started to take something out from his pocket. He took out a pocket knife then opened it up exposing the sharp knife.

I watched as he placed the knife on his finger and without any warning cut it. Blood slowly came out of his wound making me cringe.

However, Royce's face was normal like his finger was fine.

This now made so much sense.

Royce was immune to pain and somehow that made me happy..