"We need to talk about Royce." Mark's serious voice caught me by surprise as he suddenly barged into my room.

I finished sending a text to Luis and put my iphone down. Mark closed the door and sat across from me on my bed.

"Is something wrong with him? Did he get hurt again?" I asked in concern when I noticed Mark's tired eyes and frown.

It was almost 10 p.m so it might be because he just got back from work.

"He's fine, but he told me about what happened..how do you feel about it?" Mark questioned.

I bit my bottom lip and looked down at my iphone. I knew he was talking about Royce's ability to cry blood and I to be honest didn't know how to feel.

It scared me to know it was possible to do, and it just wasn't normal..

"It's weird.." I honestly replied.

Mark let out a tired laugh and rubbed his forehead. "You have no idea." he said.

"I'll be honest with you, Chris. Royce is not my real son. His mother was a close friend of mine before she passed away so I took him in as my own. I witnessed with my own eyes this shy toddler crying in pain while red colored tears ran down his face. I was so shocked that I just couldn't speak...until Royce's mother explained everything to me." Mark explained with a blank stare as if remembering the scene play out in his head.

I stayed silent and was so intrigued to know more about Royce's past.

"Royce's mother was probably the prettiest woman I have ever layed eyes on. We grew up together up until high school. She was always so quiet and always seemed to be in deep thought.

However, that all changed when an unfamiliar guy showed up in her world and took her away. She ranaway with him and I didn't see her for ten years.

She was financially in debt when I met up with her again and she had just lost her husband so I tried my best to help her. Unfortunately, she had a child to take care of so it was difficult for her to work. I swear I have never seen a mother so protective of their child.

She would never leave Royce alone no matter where he went. It was like she was trying to protect him from something I had no idea about.." Mark's deep words echoed through my quiet room.

"Whenever Royce cried it was and still is painful for him. He describes it as acide falling down his eyes which never made sense to me since he can't feel pain? but it seems when he does, it's the only time he actually feels something...

Royce's mother always tried her best to avoid him from crying so she gave him everything he wanted which is why he never really shows any emotion, but I know that it hurts him deep down inside. He's still human afterall.." Mark paused and took a deep breath.

The room was dead silent as I listened to everything that Mark told me. Some things were starting to make sense now.

"What was her name?" I questioned.

Mark looked up at me and gave me a small smile. "Camila." he replied.

The love in Mark's eyes was the same type of stare he gave my mom...

Did Mark take Royce in as his because he's always wanted a child with Camila? Did he imagine Royce was actually his?

"Does my mom know about this?" I asked Mark.

He nodded.

"She supports Royce no matter what since she considers him like a real son now." he replied.

I rubbed my tired eyes and was exhausted to hear all of this new information.

"I'll let you sleep now but please just remember that Royce can't change who he is even if he wanted to so don't hate him for it." Mark told me in a serious voice before leaving my room.

I fell back into my bed and looked up at the ceiling for awhile to try and control my racing mind.

When Royce ran out of the house after I saw his bloody tears I felt a lot of different emotions.

I was just surprised and if he would of explained it to me like Mark just did then I would of understood, but instead he ran off to a bar to get drunk.

Which I seriously don't understand how they give him beer in the first place. He's still underage! Maybe he uses his good looks to persuade the horny bartender.

Either way, Royce has been ignoring me because of the incident and I understand he wants to be left alone.

But...

I have always been his 'annoying brat' so might as well wear that title proud and go annoy him.

I got up from my bed and quietly stepped out of my room. The hallway was empty and there was no noise coming from downstairs which was a clear indication that everybody was sleeping.

Royce's room was across from mine and I could see his bedroom light was still on.

I knocked lightly on his door and waited for him to open it but after waiting almost a minute I knew he wasn't going to.

So I slowly twisted the knob and opened the door. I peeked inside and didn't see Royce anywhere.

Curiosity got to me as I let myself in and closed the door behind me. His t.v was on and Toy Story the movie was playing which made me want to sit down and watch it.

But I wasn't here to watch a movie so I walked to Royce's bathroom hoping to find him there.

However, he wasn't there either..

Was he downstairs? but the lights were off?

I thought about it for awhile until I heard somebody climbing through the window. I peeked out of the bathroom and saw Royce locking his window after he was safely inside.

His nose was slightly bleeding and his clothes looked like he was rolling around on the dirty ground.

"Fucking asshole ruined my favorite shirt." Royce cursed then took off his black Nirvana shirt.

He threw the stained shirt across the room without a care as to where it fell and was now standing shirtless.

My eyes traveled down his body making me see fresh bruises covering the side of his torso.

Where did he go and who did he get in a fight with?

He approached the bathroom causing me to panic for a second but I decided to scare him instead.

It would be funny to see Royce yell out in fear so I hid behind the door and once he entered I popped out and yelled.

"Boo!" I screamed and was immediately hit in the face.

I stumbled to the floor and could taste blood on the tip of my tongue. I groaned in pain as I covered my mouth with my hands.

"You have to be fucking kidding me! Why would you do that, Chris?" Royce said and helped me stand up again.

He moved my hands and carefully inspected my mouth. "It's a small cut, you'll live. Maybe next time you think twice before trying to scare me." he scolded.

I walked over to the sink and rinsed my mouth before looking at myself in the mirror. The side of mouth was a bit red but I was happy it wasn't that bad.

I know what Royce is capable of with those fighting fists of his and Vinny was a good example.

I heard he ended up in the hospital for almost two weeks and refused to tell anybody who attacked him.

"Is it bleeding?" Royce questioned and stood behind me.

I turned around to face him and realized how close our bodies were. "No." I replied.

I placed my hand on his hip and pulled him closer to me. I tilted my head back and stared at Royce.

His nose was no longer bleeding but it was slightly smudged so I wiped it with the sleeve of my shirt.

We didn't say a word to eachother as we just stared at one another.

"Royce.." I finally spoke out.

"What." he replied and pressed me against the sink.

His eyes were serious and his face expression was the same but he was still being gentle with me.

"I'm sorry." I apologized for making him runaway.

Royce leaned down and lightly kissed my mouth before speaking. "It's alright." he replied.

"I love you no matter what." I sincerely told him and looked straight into his eyes.

I loved Royce even if he was different and considered unmoral to the world..

"I love you too.." he replied and kissed me hard on the corner of my mouth where he punched me.

"Ow!" I whined and pushed him causing a beautiful laugh to escape his mouth.

I was glad Royce was smiling again and I only wished it would stay that way for the rest of his life...

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I tried to keep my moans undercontrol as Royce aggressively thrusted inside me.

My nails dug deep into his back while his hot mouth kept sucking on my neck. It was getting hotter by the second and we were starting to sweat.

I tried my hardest not to slip off the bathroom counter but every thrust Royce gave me kept pushing me over the edge.

Royce wasn't being gentle with me and I didn't blame him.

My mom's friend invited us over for dinner and while we were eating her son joined us. He was a very attractive guy but I didn't pay him any attention until he started talking to me.

It was a simple conversation until he placed his hand on my leg causing Royce to finally get upset.

He dragged me into the upstairs restroom and since then has been punishing me with rough sex.

Royce has never been the jealous type so I wonder what made him change.

Either way, I was enjoying this..

His cock was filling me to the max and hitting the right spot every time. I felt so dirty doing it at a stranger's house but the more I felt my climax getting closer the less I cared.

It was only Royce and I enjoying this intimate moment as we both held eye contact. His dominance was taking over as he roughly gripped my hands so I couldn't touch myself.

Royce thrusted inside me one more time and filled me with his hot cum that made chills run down my back at the wet filling.

I came hard after that and made a mess between us. Royce let go of my hands and embraced me in a hug but not before kissing my bruised wrists.

I inhaled his familiar scent and decided to leave a bruise on his neck. He tightened his arms on me and kissed my cheek. "Keep that up and I promise you I'll fuck you harder against this counter." he warned.

I don't know why his dirty words made me blush.

We cleaned ourselves up the best we could and headed back downstairs. My mom and her friend were laughing together while in the kitchen while Mark chatted with Pablo and the boy who caused Royce's jealousy.

I sat down on the black couch and was surprised Royce went to go sit by Pablo. They handed him a beer which surprised me even more.

Did they not understand he had a damn drinking problem and that he was still underage?!

I quickly got up from my spot and walked over to Royce. I snatched his beer can away right when he opened it.

Instead I took a sip of it which caused Mark and Pablo to quickly protest against my actions. "Chris, you're to young to drink!" Mark scolded.

"And he isn't?" I questioned back and pointed at Royce who just had his arms crossed.

He had a bored expression on his face and was leaning against his chair like he didn't care that I just snatched his beer away.

Mark understood his error so he apologized. "You're right, Chris." he replied and sat back down.

Pablo did the same with a shameful stare and looked at Royce as if expecting for him to stand up for himself.

Everybody seemed to eye Royce in that way which made me think he was probably going to be mad at me for not letting him drink.

"If he doesn't want me to drink, then I won't." was all he said causing Mark and Pablo to slightly gasp in shock at his words.

Royce finally looked at me and smirked knowing exactly what his words did to me..