"All you have to do is fill the watergun with your own piss." I instructed Frankie as I peed into my own water gun.

"That's gross but if it'll make you forgive me then fine." Frankie replied and unzipped his pants.

I smirked at his grossed out face as he peed into his small watergun. Once mine was full, I adjusted my jeans and wasted no time to spray Frankie.

I made sure to get him right on his face and laughed when he cried out in disgust.

"Dude my mouth was open!" he yelled and wiped his face.

I ran away from him and went to hide behind the tree closest to my house.

I waited for Frankie and had no intention to get covered in his urine. I gave him the watergun with a hole in it so even if he wanted to fill his up, it wouldn't work.

This will be a fun way to forgive him for blabbing my business to everybody at the bar weeks ago.

"Royce you cheater! My watergun doesn't wor-" Frankie groaned in irritation, but was cut short when I sprayed him again.

His whole face was soaking in pee causing me to laugh and cough in disgust at the same time.

"Are we even now?" he questioned and wiped his face with his arm.

I smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah, but next time you decide to run your mouth I'll cut your tongue out." I warned.

Frankie nodded and took off his wet shirt. "I don't know which is worse, smelling your pee or having some on my mouth." he whined.

"A lot of females would love my pee in their faces so enjoy it." I mocked.

Frankie laughed and kept cleaning himself off. "I don't think it's your pee they want splattering all over their face, Royce." he teased back.

I shrugged, "You never know what some kinky girls are into." I said with a wink.

Frankie's face immediately changed as he pointed to somebody behind me.

I turned around and saw the brat with his orange haired friend. The brat didn't look so happy with my last comment while his friend couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Mom said dinner is ready and Frankie could join us." the brat said so seriously it shocked me.

He left with his friend and made me feel like a jerk.

"Serves you right for being a disgusting freak." Frankie teased and tried to throw his wet shirt at me that smelled like urine.

I moved out of the way and kicked the shirt back to him. "Let's get some dinner, I'm starving." I replied.

We went inside the house and I wasted no time to rush Frankie into the bathroom. I made him shower before he could of even think of sitting next to me at the dinner table.

I let him borrow some black sweat pants along with a new pair of boxer briefs I had. I searched for the perfect shirt for him and smiled wide when I found it.

I left all of his clothes on my bed then went back downstairs.

The little leprechaun was sitting next to the brat while Pablo was next to my dad. Angela was still cooking something on the stove but most of the food was already on the table.

I made my way to the empty seat next to the brat but thought it would be a better idea if Frankie sat next to him instead since he still looked upset with me.

However, I did lean down to whisper something in his ear but actually gave him a light kiss on his cheek.

I sat on my chair and glanced back at the brat's reaction. His cheeks turned a nice tinted pink color which made me smirk.

Frankie made his way downstairs and looked like he was ready to punch me, which I wouldn't blame him.

The shirt I let him borrow had in nice white, bold letters 'Royce's babygirl' written across the chest.

An ex girlfriend of mine always had it on when we were together and it was just so annoying so I hid it from her when she came over.

Frankie walked into the kitchen and quickly sat next to me so nobody would pay any attention to what he was wearing.

"Nice shirt Frankie." Pablo teased causing me to laugh along with him.

Everybody then turned and stared at his shirt with different expressions.

Angela and my dad shook their heads while the minimi version of Ed Sheeran laughed along with us.

The brat didn't seem amused with the shirt and I could clearly see jealousy in his eyes like when he would look at Cymphony.

"Alright that's enough boys. Time to eat." Angela stated and placed a large plate of hot wings on the table along with breadsticks.

My mouth basically watered at the sight of the chicken wings. I filled my plate with like fifteen hotwings and three pieces of breadsticks.

My world now revolved around devouring the hotwings which made me ignore everybody else. Even when Frankie tried to make conversation with me.

"So Royce I haven't seen your girlfriend around here in awhile. Did you break up with her?" my dad questioned as I licked my fingers.

I nodded not caring to reply and grabbed another chicken wing.

"That's a shame, she was a sweet girl." Angela kindly added.

I nodded once again not caring.

I smiled when I heard my little brat groan in irritation. Not his favorite topic I see.

"Hey mom can Luis and I go to a party later?" the brat questioned.

Angela wiped her mouth and raised an eyebrow at the sudden question. "Oh um I guess it's fine. Is it a friend's party?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's a friend from school. His brother just came back from University so they're having a party to celebrate." the brat replied.

"Really? What's his name?" Frankie questioned like he was in the conversation.

"Angelo." the brat answered with an annoyed stare.

I chuckled to myself and was amused with his jealousy.

"Cool! then it's the same guy that invited us as well. Royce and I were planning to go after dinner." Frankie stated with excitment.

Angela looked pleased with the fact that we were going so she agreed to let Chris go.

However, I didn't think that was such a good idea...

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"Now she looks like the definiton of a hood rat." Frankie laughed and pointed to a girl who had tall high heels and a blouse that exposed her lace bra for the world to see.

I agreed and took a gulp of my cold beer before pointing at a nerd sitting alone in the corner with a red cup.

"And he looks like he just came for the free soda." I mocked and laughed with Frankie as soon as he saw who I was pointing to.

"I swear these parties are always filled with the same type of people. The little girls who think their cool for being here so they wear slutty clothes, the nerds who only got inivited out of pity, the boys who try to act cool by getting drunk and looking like idiots." Frankie said while pointing to each group of people.

"And we're the ones that are only here for the free beer." I added and threw my empty beer can on the floor.

Frankie and I were sitting on the couch while everybody else were talking and laughing with their friends.

This is usually what we did at parties. Just drink beer and make fun of the people here.

"I'll get us another beer." Frankie offered and got up to walk to the overcrowded kitchen.

I took the opportunity to look around for the brat and his little leprechaun friend.

I saw them standing by the staircase and was not so pleased to see the brat chatting with Vinny.

Vinny was a perv who always talked about how many times he had sex and the things he would do with the people he slept with. It was disgusting since he didn't care about sharing personal information about the girls or boys..

The brat caught me staring at him and dared to give me a smirk as if trying to get me back for what I said earlier. He got closer to Vinny and decided to continue to flirt with him.

I rolled my eyes at his actions and didn't bother to play the same games as him. He's going to learn very quickly what he got himself into.

"Seems like your boy is enjoying himself." Frankie said as he handed me a cold beer.

I chuckled staring back at the brat now alone with Vinny. "Let him have his fun." I replied.

His friend was now across the room talking with a blonde girl.

"You were never the jealous type so it doesn't surprise me." Frankie commented and opened his can of beer.

"Never was and never will be." I stated with a small smile.

Frankie nodded and pointed to a girl with an amazing body and perfect smile. "Now that's a blessing." he said with a drunk laugh.

I stared at the girl and would be lying if I said she didn't turn me on. Her red dress looked like it was painted on her curvy body. I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties which just made her sexier.

"Fuck she's making me hard." I groaned and adjusted myself on the couch.

"Same here. I would love to take her upstairs and just make a dirty mess out of her." Frankie replied.

I took another sip of my beer and glanced back at the brat but didn't see him by the staircase anymore with Vinny.

"Fuck." I mumbled and quickly got up.

"Where are you going?" Frankie questioned as I threw my beer can away.

"I'll be right back." I replied and headed upstairs.

Knowing Vinny, he probably persuaded the brat to come up here to 'talk' but I knew that was a dirty lie.

I looked in every room and was not so happy to see Vinny on top of the brat in the very last bedroom. They were both shirtless and the brat's jeans were half way down while Vinny kissed all over his exposed chest.

"Shut up and nobody will know about this." Vinny harshly whispered in the brat's ear making me realize what was going on.

The brat sobbed and turned his head towards me not realizing I was right in front of him if he opened his eyes.

With anger quickly taking over my body, I roughly grabbed Vinny and got him off the brat.

I shoved him to the floor and wasted no time to pound my fist into his face. He tried to cover himself the best he could with his hands but I grabbed them and placed his hands under my knees.

I kept punching him until the brat begged me to stop. I stood up and saw Vinny's face swollen and bloody red.

He tried to take advantage of Chris and I didn't even want to know what he would of done if I didn't show up.

With that in mind, I couldn't help but start to stomp on his pathetic body. He coughed up blood and begged me to stop.

"Royce you're going to kill him! Please stop!" Chris cried and pulled me away from an unconscious Vinny.

I looked at the brat and dragged him out of the room and into the closest bathroom.

I sat him down on the counter and didn't miss the way he was slightly shaking from crying so much.

He was still shirtless so I took off my jacket and gave it to him, not caring if it had some blood stains on it.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" I asked with crossed arms making Chris bow his head in shame.

"We were just talking and he said that we would be able to hear eachother better upstairs so I agreed. Once we were in the room he started saying nasty things so I got uncomfortable and decided to come back downstairs, but he grabbed me..." the brat started explaining with watery eyes.

I washed my hands and watched Vinny's blood going down the drain. My knuckles were badly bruised again but it didn't matter.

"I tried to get him off of me but he was stronger...He took off his shirt and mine by force while starting to threaten me about telling people I was easy...I felt so weak that I couldn't fight back and started to cry but he didn't stop until you showed up." Chris cried and pulled me into a hug.

He cried on my neck as I cleaned my hands with a paper towel.

I wrapped my arms around his trembling body and picked him up. I headed back downstairs and instructed Frankie to take care of the leprechaun while I took Chris home.

He agreed and didn't question me.

I left the party with my boy in my arms and decided to stay at a hotel for the night.

I placed Chris on the bed and decided a shower was what he needed at the moment. He was quiet and seemed to be out of it.

I didn't blame him. Nobody should ever be forced or touched like that. Especially not a brat as innocent as him.

Only I was allowed to touch him and now Vinny understood that.

That scumbag deserved every punch and kick I gave him.

"Royce?" Chris queitly called my name as I turned on the shower.

He stood up from the bed and walked towards the clean bathroom. "Will you take a shower with me? I don't want to be alone.." he mumbled.

"I was already planning to. Come here." I instructed and started to undress him.

I noticed some bruises were appearing on his wrists which made me pause for a second to control my anger.

Once he was naked, I undressed myself and closed the bathroom door. I helped the brat into the shower and followed along.

I moved aside and let the warm water hit Chris's body so he wouldn't be cold. He looked up at me and I could tell he was ready to cry again.

So I leaned down and gently kissed his parted lips. "You're okay...I will never let anything or anybody hurt you." I promised.

The brat stared at me with nothing but love in his eyes..

I kissed his bruised wrists along with his chest where Vinny forced his mouth on. I replaced every foul mark with my own to show Chris only my lips belonged on his fragile body.

"I'm sorry Royce.." the brat finally said in a broken voice that caused my chest to hurt a little.

He had nothing to be sorry about.

I caressed his cheek and wiped the tears away that wouldn't stop falling from his sad eyes.

There was no way to comfort him so I said the first thing that popped into my mind..

'I love you.'