"Royce, I'm pregnant."

I rolled my eyes at the confession and really wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody. All I wanted to do was go up to my room and sleep.

"Did you hear me? I said I was preg-"

"I heard you the first time and I already knew you were pregnant. I noticed the bump on your stomach a long time ago so if you want to surprise someone go tell your son." I interrupted Angela.

She was pissing me off right now.

"Oh..okay." she replied then I heard her quickly leave.

I huffed in annoyance and raised the volume on the t.v.

"Royce, why is Angela crying in the kitchen?" my dad said as he walked into the livingroom with an upset face.

"How the hell am I suppose to know? She's your fucking wife, not mine." I replied back and got up from my seat.

"What's wrong with you? Lately you have been acting very strange. Are the nightmares back? Did something happen that's bothering you?" my dad questioned in worry.

I stepped in front of him and glared at the man. "The only thing bothering me right now is you." I spit in his face with a pointed finger.

He slowly stepped back and looked at me with fear in his eyes.

"Royce?.." he questioned like he was standing in front of somebody else.

"Leave me the hell alone if you know what's good for you old man." I threatened as I walked by him.

I went up to my room and was not surprised to find the brat sitting on my bed. I noticed the way his happy smile quickly faded when he saw me.

"What do you want?" I asked with crossed arms.

He nervously bit on his bottom lip and carefully inspected me with fear in his eyes like my dad did not too long ago.

What the hell were they staring at? Did I look different?

"Is everything okay? I heard yelling downstairs." the brat asked as I walked towards him once I locked the door behind me.

I stayed silent and didn't waste any time to take off my shirt. Chris eyed my body with lust and knew right away what I wanted to do with him.

I unzipped my own jeans then pushed the brat over on my bed. I roughly pinned him down and started to kiss his wet lips.

My tongue slipped inside his warm mouth as I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his blue boxers.

"Royce, our parents are downstairs! What if they hear us?" he panicked as I started to kiss down his chest.

He arched his back in pleasure as I sucked love bites on the side of his waist, causing red and purple marks to appear on his pale skin.

His fingers tugged hard on my hair when I spread his legs and kissed the inside of his thighs.

I felt him start to get hard as I rubbed my lower half with his. He let out a small groan when I sucked another bruise on his exposed neck.

"Royce..please.." he started to beg over and over again as he desperately rubbed himself against me for some type of relief.

I quickly took off my jeans and boxer briefs and got some lube from my drawers. The brat stared at me with hooded eyelides as I poured some of the lube on my fingers.

I got between his legs again and gently inserted my finger inside his hot entrance. I watched as the brat's face scrunched up in pain but then eased into pleasure as I worked my finger in and out of him.

I kept the same rhythm and added a second finger when he started to beg me for another. I curled my finger trying to find his weak spot and smirked when he covered his slutty moans with his hand.

My own cock was starting to leak with precum just by staring at the brat starting to fuck himself on my fingers.

Once I felt he was stretched out enough, I took out my wet fingers then rubbed lube on my hard member. A groan erupted from my throat as I wrapped my hand firmly around my untouched dick.

I lined my cock up against the brat's tight hole then wasted no time to push myself in. I stared into Chris's beautiful eyes as I filled him little by little until I was deep inside of him.

"Royce.." he breathed out in pleasure.

I pulled almost all the way out then pushed back in without trying to be gentle. I wanted rough sex and by the low moans of the brat, he wanted it as well.

I thrusted hard again and again into his tight hole as I felt his hard member rub against our stomachs.

Chris digged his nails into my back and tightened his legs around my waist. I aimed for his prostate and smirked when I hit it right on, causing the brat to tighten himself around my cock.

"Feels so good...fuck me harder Royce...please" the brat moaned out loud, no longer caring who would hear us.

I firmly grabbed his waist, that was probably going to be bruised with my fingerprints later, and started to move my hips faster.

"Cum inside me, R-Royce..."

"Make me yours.."

"Fill me up.."

Chris moaned so many dirty things as he started to jerk himself off and stared at me. I licked my lips and kissed his swollen ones that were red from how hard he was biting down on them.

I thrusted hard one last time before I filled the brat deep with my cum. He whined out in pleasure and did the same thing.

Our breathing was heavy as I rode out my orgasm.

"I love you, Royce." Chris said in a worn out voice then kissed the corner of my mouth.

I kissed him back and pulled myself out of him before he became too sensitive.

I rested a bit before I got up and went to the bathroom to clean the brat's cum off of me.

Chris was sitting on the bed trying his best to fix his messy hair as I walked back into the room. I handed him a damp towel then watched as he wiped himself clean with it.

I walked to my closet and grabbed a clean black shirt. I quickly put it on then got some jeans and boxer briefs from my drawers.

"Are you planning on sitting there naked all day?" I questioned the brat as he sat silently just watching my every move.

"Wear some of my clothes if you want." were the words I said that made him smile like I just got my knees and asked him to marry me.

He walked to my closet and chose my favorite ACDC shirt. I wanted to complain but once I saw him wearing it those thoughts went away.

The shirt fit his thin body better than I could ever imagine. His collarbones were exposed, showing the new hickeys I gave him.

"Well I need to go visit a friend of mine. I'll be back later." I announced as I placed my iphone in my pocket.

Chris was ready to question me, but I kissed his mouth before he could.

"By the way your mom is pregnant." I told him before I left the room.

I walked downstairs and saw my dad arguing with Pablo so I quickened my speed and left the house.

I took out my cellphone and checked the time. It was 4:37 which meant Mario was going to be home soon.

I took the bus to his house and didn't bother to knock on his door when I got there.

I entered the clean home and went straight to the fridge where I knew was going to be loaded with a variety of beer. A Corona sounded good so I grabbed the cold can.

"How long have you been here?" someone chuckled as I heard the front door close.

"Does it matter?" I asked back and opened my can of beer.

Mario rolled his eyes and put a bag of McDonalds on the kitchen table.

"Want some food?" he offered and stuffed a french fry in his mouth.

"You make food look disgusting." I replied honestly, causing Mario to laugh.

"You're the sweetest nephew ever." he teased and continued to eat his greasy food.

I flipped him off then went to sit next to him. At first I was creeped out when Mario told me he was my uncle but after giving him the chance to explain things...everything changed.

He has told me so many things about my mother and her past life that I knew for sure he was my uncle.

Mario was the youngest child in the family but was kicked out when he was eighteen. He said he was heavy on drugs so he left and went on the rode with his friends.

He tried looking for my mom when he got sober but quickly found out she had been killed. A close friend informed him that she had a son so since then tried looking for me.

"How's life at home? Still upset at your dad?" Mario asked, bringing me back to reality.

Mario knew about my ability to cry blood and not feel pain because it turns out my mom was the same..

And the worst part was that my dad knew about it but decided to hide it away from me along with other things.

I felt betrayed by the man I trusted the most.

"We've had better days." I replied and took a gulp of my beer.

Mario eyed me then stopped eating. "Have you taken your medication?" he asked.

I shook my head no and got up from my seat. "I found another way to unstress myself." I said, thinking about my little love making with the brat.

"Don't be stupid, Royce. I always forced your mom to take her medication as well. The nightmares will return if you suddenly stop." Mario seriously warned.

Another thing my dad didn't tell me was that my mom was given medication to control her nightmares. A woman who suffered the same thing as us created the liquid in her own house and made sure to always make enough for my mom.

Mario forced my mother to drink it when she started to get nightmares as a child. The woman who created the liquid told Mario that no doctor would help her and didn't understand what we went through.

So after endless tests and experiments, she finally found the remedy to our torture.

"Fine, I'm leaving anyways so might as well drink the damn thing now." I told Mario and got up from my seat.

I walked to the fridge again and reached for the very back where I found the small glass bottle. I inspected the thing in my hands and could already taste the bitter taste of it.

I twisted the cap off and quickly gulped down the red liquid before I threw it back up. It was so sour it made me close my eyes for a second just to control my urge to punch something.

"You make the same disgusted face like your mother. I can't believe how much you look like her." Mario said with a sad smile.

I bit on my bottom lip and felt the medication slowly start to relax my body.

"Let me take you home before you end up falling asleep here. I don't want your father to worry about you and I definitely don't want you to fall asleep on a bus with strangers." Mario advised as he grabbed his car keys.

I nodded and followed him to the car.

He took me home then left when I was safe inside my house.

"Royce, where did you run off to?" my dad yelled as I barely stepped on the first step of the staircase.

I turned towards him and was not surprised to see his pissed off face.

"I was with a friend, I'm sorry I didn't tell you." I calmly replied, making my dad furrow his eyebrows in confusion at my tone of voice.

I kept walking upstairs and went to my room where I fell asleep on my soft bed with no nightmares to wake me up...

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"If you keep killing me in the game then I won't be able to help you!" Frankie groaned beside me in irritation.

I elbowed him with my shoulder and knocked the game control from his hands. "I don't need your help cupcake. I can kill all these zombies by myself." I replied.

Frankie got his control from the floor then sat closer to me. "Now I'm going to burn you alive sweetie pie." he threatened me with a smile.

"Whatever you say princess." I chuckled and placed my legs on his lap.

Pablo walked in and stood quietly by the doorframe.

"You want to play?" I offered and almost punched Frankie when he cut my character's arm off.

Pablo still didn't say anything which just made me ignore him.

"We need to seriously talk, Royce. There is something wrong with you and I know you are hiding it away from all of us! One minute you look posessed by the devil himself then out of nowhere here you are calm and acting like nothing happened!" Pablo's angry voice made Frankie and I flinch in surprise.

Pablo never yelled.

It just wasn't in his nature to do so.

I paused the game and finally stared back at Pablo, who was ready to beat the information out of me.

"This is a family situation so I'll leave..." Frankie spoke up and started to put on his shoes.

I waved goodbye to him as he left out the door in a rush.

Pablo stood in front of me in a menacing position which made me laugh. I got up from the couch and was now standing face to face with him.

I stared deep into his eyes and smirked when he had no real threat in them.

"So what do you want from me?" I asked him with narrowed eyes.

"What I want is for you to tell me what the hell is happening to you! Everybody in this house has been practically running away from you. It's like you're some demon nobody wants to cross paths with!" Pablo yelled in my face which started to upset me.

So that's why everybody looked at me that way..

They feared me.

"That's not my problem. You just fear what you don't understand." I simply replied and stepped away from him.

Pablo dared to step close to my face again and seemed to enjoy pissing me off. It was like he wanted to get hit.

"So make us understand Royce, because this shit isn't normal! You're nothing but a freak now!" Pablo screamed in my face with so much hate it caught me off guard.

The pain of wanting to cry was quickly taking over my body but I held my emotions together.

How was I suppose to explain to Pablo something I didn't understand?

"Say something!" Pablo demanded and roughly shoved me.

I stumbled back and tried to keep my patience with him. He was still my brother and I never wanted to raise my fist at him.

"What is going on?" Chris's worried voice spoke up as Pablo and I stared at eachother.

"Leave us alone Chris. This doesn't concern you right now." Pablo scolded the brat as he made his way towards me.

The brat stood by my side causing Pablo to get even more upset that he was choosing to be with me.

"If it involves Royce then it does concern me!" Chris yelled back at Pablo and stood in front of me, like he was shielding me from him.

Pablo gave the brat a disgusting glare and I knew he was no longer going to be kind.

"Just because you're fucking him doesn't mean anything Chris! Move or I'll move you myself!" Pablo threatened with a pointed finger at the boy in front of me.

I grabbed the brat by his waist before he could reply and pushed him behind me. I got in Pablo's face so that we were chest by chest.

"I dare you to fucking touch him." I spit in his face and waited for his next move.

My fists were now tightening just ready to collide with Pablo's face now.

"Hey both of you calm down! This is no way to resolve anything!" my dad yelled at us as he entered the house with grocery bags.

I looked over at him and didn't expect Pablo to try to hit me until I was being roughly pulled back by Chris and saw Pablo's fist swinging in front of me.

I wasted no time to swing back and punch him right across the face. He rushed to place his hand on his mouth where the corner of his lip quickly started to bleed.

I left the house and had no intention to ever return where I wasn't accepted...

But as I was about to cross the street I was stopped by someone. I turned around and saw the brat with teary eyes.

"I'm going with you.." were the words he said that made me realize how lucky I was to have someone who truly loved me no matter what..