"Wake up."

Groaning, I snuggled further into my pillow before I could feel someone tapping on my arm.

"Phoenix, wake up," a husky voice said.

I opened my eyes to see a blurry outline of someone sitting beside me.

"Hmm?"

"I need you to wake up."

I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up so I could see what this person wanted. My eyes cleared enough to see that Scarface was sitting beside me on the bed. I eased up into a sitting position, cautiously watching him.

"We need to talk."

"About?"

Scarface looked away from me as if he was embarrassed or ashamed.

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier," he said, surprising me.

"I shouldn't have been so rough on you earlier, so I'm sorry."

He turned his attention back towards me, waiting for my reply.

"It's ok," I signed.

It wasn't ok, but if I wanted to stay alive, then I had to say what he wanted to hear.

He sighed out in relief before he reached forward, tucking a strand of my messy hair behind my ear.

"You should get some more sleep. Rest will be good for you, especially with the condition you're in right now."

"Condition?" I asked, feeling confused.

"Don't worry about it," he said, smiling kindly at me.

"Come on, lay down," he said, basically dragging me down with him into a lying position, with me cuddled up with him.

Well, this is awkward, I thought as he started to rub my back.

"Are you feeling alright? You're not hurting anywhere, are you?" He asked, his voice sounding sincere.

I nodded my head yes, letting him know. I was ok.

What's with him? One minute he's sweet, then he goes to psycho, now back to sweet. Is he bipolar? Or just fucking crazy?

"Good," he hummed out.

As awkward as the situation was, the way he was rubbing my back was causing me to relax. I could feel my eyes begin to droop. I tried to keep my eyes open, but I eventually gave up, letting this crazy bastard lull me to sleep.

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When I woke up, I was alone in bed, where Scarface went. I don't know. I woke up feeling extremely nauseous. I tried drinking some water, maybe that would ease it up, but it didn't. It just made it worse. I threw my bottle of water as I ran to the bathroom, barely making it in time to empty the contents of my stomach.

Am I sick? Did I somehow get a stomach bug?

I pulled away from the toilet, wiping my mouth with a shaky hand. I pushed myself into a standing position, walking over to the sink, grabbing the mouthwash from the counter. Opening it, I poured some in my mouth, swishing it around a few times before spitting it out.

Why am I throwing up? Did it have something to do with this 'condition' that Scarface was talking about last night?

Sighing, I put the lid back on the mouthwash, setting it down before picking up my hairbrush. What did he mean by condition? I thought as I began to brush out my hair?

Should I ask him about it? Then again I asked last night and he wouldn't answer my question, just told me that I shouldn't worry about it.

I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, as I placed the brush down, turning to leave as I leaned over, flushing the toilet on the way out. I walked over to my bed, picking up the bottle of water that I had thrown earlier, before sitting down.

I'm hungry but I'm scared to eat. What if I throw up again? Groaning, I flopped back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over my head.

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"Phoenix, wake up."

I opened my eyes to see Shaun and Scarface standing beside the bed, looking down at me.

"Was I asleep?"

"Yes, you were," Shaun said.

When had I fallen asleep? The last thing I remember was coming back into the room after throwing up.

"It's time for lunch," Shaun said, as he walked over with a plate of food.

I sat up in bed as he handed me the plate. The plate was filled with delicious-looking food, but the smell of it was making me sick.

"Are you not hungry?" Scarface asked.

"I," and that was all I was able to get signed out before I started to throw up once more. Luckily, I had managed to lean far enough over the bed before I started.

I could feel someone remove the plate from my hands, followed by someone pulling my hair out of my face.

Why? Why do I keep getting sick?

"Take it away," Scarface told Shaun.

I could hear the door to my room open and close, leaving just Scarface and myself. He let go of my hair as I tried to catch my breath. I watched as he walked over to the bathroom before he walked back over to me with a glass of water and a wet washcloth.

"Thank you," I signed, before taking the items from him.

"I didn't think you would be showing symptoms already,' he said.

"What do you mean?"

What was he keeping from me?

He looked at me before turning away from me. He left the room, before quickly returning with some cleaning supplies. I snapped my fingers at him so that I could get his attention.

He turned his attention from cleaning up the mess that I had just made to me.

"What are you hiding from me?"

"You shouldn't worry yourself with it, Phoenix," he said before he started to clean again.

I placed the cup of water down before growing some balls and roughly grabbing his arm. Scarface gave me a murderous look as I got in his face.

"Tell me!"

I was tired of him hiding shit from me. I'm tired of these little remarks he's making about my condition, as he called it, then not telling me anything.

"Fine then," he said through gritted teeth before snatching his arm away from me.

"Since you want to know so bad, then I'll tell you. I ran a blood test on you when you were first brought here. I didn't get the results back until the other day."

"And?" I signed, waiting for him to tell me.

"You're pregnant," he said, causing my blood to run cold.

There's no way in hell that I'm pregnant. My ex and I hadn't been together for months before we broke up. And I haven't been with anyone else since then.

Oh God, I thought as I made eye contact with Scarface, who wore a smirk on his face. We were only together the one time.

Then again, that's all it takes sometimes.

"You're joking, right?" I hesitantly asked, knowing that he wasn't.

"Of course not," he said, as he stood from his crouched position to move closer to me.

He cupped my face in between his calloused hands, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs before continuing.

"I knew you were the one that night when our eyes met from across the room in that smoke-filled club. I knew."

His hands tightened their hold on my face as his face began to wear this frightening expression.

"You have no idea how excited I was to finally have you. I've been waiting for so long, Phoenix. But then I find out you were with him. That stupid son of a bitch had his hands on what is mine. Do you know the level of rejection that was for me? One night you were in my bed, under me, a moaning mess as I caressed every inch of your flawless body, only to see you in that fuckers arms the next day as if nothing had fucking happened," he yelled out, his hands gripping me so tightly, that I was now crying.

I was scared to let out any noise. I was scared that if I showed him he was hurting me that he would snap even further.

"But that's ok. He won't be bothering us anymore. You were meant to be mine, Phoenix, and I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?"

I nodded my head yes, as I finally let out a sob. I had been trying to hold it in, but I was so scared right now. His face went from crazy to concerned in seconds. What's wrong with this guy? He has to have a split personality or something. It's not normal to switch emotions that fast.

"Why are you crying?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

Why do you think? You scared the shit out of me, you psychotic bastard.

"Did I scare you?" He asked.

I just stared at him, not being able to bring myself to answer.

"I see," he said, his eyes turning sad as he let go of my face.

Where his hands had been were throbbing. I brought my hands to my face, covering it so he wouldn't see me. I felt arms wrap around me before I was squished up against his muscular chest.

"I'm sorry," he said, trying to comfort me.

It was hard being comforted by the same person who put you in this situation. How can you act so hurt just now when you just went off the fucking rails?

I wanted to push him away from me. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible, but I couldn't. Because if I did, he would snap.

I couldn't because I was scared.

I was so scared.