I've officially been moved into Scarface's room. Since finding out that I'm pregnant with his child, he's become very strict with me. Shaun's practically with me damn near twenty-four seven.

If Scarface isn't with me, Shaun is, the only time I get some alone time is when I'm using the bathroom. I was currently sitting next to Shaun on this couch that Scarface had in his room. Watching this stupid ass movie, but I guess it was better than the awkward silence.

"So."

I looked over to Shaun, waiting for him to continue. He grabbed the tv remote, muting the tv, before turning his attention towards me.

"Do you think your family is looking for you?" He asked, catching me off guard.

"No."

"Why's that?" He asked.

"Because."

"Because?" He asked.

Sighing, I rearranged to where I was facing him.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked.

"Why not? It's not like there is anything else to do. Or do you want to keep watching this shitty movie?"

I looked over at the tv, taking a minute to stare at the scene that was paused on the screen. I turned back to Shaun, biting my lip as we stared at each other.

"My family gave up on me years ago. So no, I don't think they know I'm gone," I signed.

"I see," Shaun said, taking a sip of his drink.

"How come?" He asked.

"How come what?"

"How come they gave up on you?"

"Because I'm mute. I didn't fit their perfect family, so when I was about eight or so, they put me in foster care. I didn't even know how to do sign language until then. I basically grew out of the system, because no one wants a kid who can't talk."

It was a hard time for me, watching all the other kids being adopted. While I just stood there, watching as I was left behind. I had been fostered out once. I had been so excited thinking that it was finally happening. But that happiness quickly left me when I overheard my foster parents talking about how much of a burden I was.

Two days later, the person over the orphanage came to pick me up. My foster parents didn't even spare a glance my way when I was leaving their house.

"So you don't have anyone else?" He asked.

"No," I answered.

That was a lie, though, but I guess at the same time it wasn't. I had an older brother and a little sister. My brother came looking for me about three years ago. We met up, got caught up with each other. For once I was thinking that I would have a family again.

He tried to get our little sister to come, but she had been tainted too much by our parents. Kenny, my older brother, held onto a lot of guilt. He kept apologizing to me, and every time I kept trying to convince him that it wasn't his fault.

Kenny died a year and a half after we met back up with each other. He worked at a bar that was in town, and when he was walking to his car after closing up for the night. Some asshole robbed him, and even though Kenny complied, he was still shot over four times.

He was killed over twenty dollars, he was killed because some junky got desperate for money for his next score. I was told by his girlfriend at the time. I opened the door to see her a blubbering mess on my front porch. I brought her in, trying to comfort her.

When she was finally calmed down enough, she told me that Kenny was dead. His funeral was a little awkward. I was trying to keep Kathrine, his girlfriend, calm when my parents and little sister come over.

I was lucky that they didn't recognize me, at least I don't think that they did. Now that I think about it, they were staring at me a lot that day.

"I see."

"What about you?" I asked

"What about me?"

"Family?"

"Where not to talking about me," he said.

"Why not? You sure got nosy about my life," I signed.

Shaun glared at me before looking away, sighing out in annoyance. We sat there in silence for a good minute or two before he spoke again.

"I was sold into this type of lifestyle. I was born to two drug addicts, who would rather sell their child for money to get drugs than to get clean," he said, turning his attention back towards me.

"Don't look at me like I'm some wounded puppy."

"Sorry, it's just that I wasn't expecting to hear that," I signed.

"Shit happens, you know. I was sold off to Elliot's father, who basically raised me as his own."

"Elliott?"

Shaun's eyes widened as he stared at me.

"It's no one, don't worry about it," he said, looking like he was about to shit out a brick.

Did he say something he wasn't supposed to?

I don't know why he's getting so bent out of shape. It's not like I know who he's talking about.

"Just forget about it," he said, looking away from me, still looking nervous.

Ok, I thought as I looked away from him as he unpaused the movie.

But who's Elliott?

Have I met them before? As nervous as he's acting, I'm sure I have.

I was staring blankly at the tv screen when the realization hit me. Fucking hell was Scarface Elliott. Is that why he looks like he looks so nervous? I slowly looked back over to see Shaun was already staring at me.

I guess my face said it all, because Shaun stood up real fast, as he began to walk over to the door.

"So you need something? Yeah, you must be hungry. You haven't eaten much lately. I'll just go and get something," he rambled out as he opened the door.

I made a noise as I tried to stop him, but he hurriedly ran out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I sat there, feeling confused as I stared at the door that Shaun just ran out of like his ass was on fire.

Why was he acting like that? Was I right? Was Scarface really the Elliott he was referring to?

I mean, surely it had to be, but if he was, why was he acting so wired about it? It's not like I was going to say anything.

Why was Shaun so scared, though? Was I not supposed to know who he really was?

I mean hell, I was having this man's baby, after all, I thought as I placed my hand on my stomach.

I still couldn't believe that I'm pregnant. How could I not notice that I hadn't had a period in a month or so? Another thing that was bothering me is what was going to happen to us.

Scar- I mean, Elliott wasn't exactly mentally stable. Would he kill me once the baby was born? Or would he kill us both?

If he wanted us both dead, then he would've killed me already. Right?

Sighing, I placed my other hand on my stomach. I moved my hands down, grabbing hold of the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it over my belly.

Am I really pregnant? I rubbed my stomach, noticing a small bump. My eyes widened a little as it finally hit me. I'm actually going to have a baby.

I was going to have a baby, by the guy who kidnapped me. Tears started to fall as I pulled my shirt down.

God, how fucked up is this?