CHAPTER 6
Pete POV
Owwww... The pain! It hurt deep in my bones as I moved slowly out of the bed; trying to move without hurting myself as I head to the bathroom; which is proving to be particularly challenging.
What have I ever done in my life to live this fucking miserably? Why should I keep tolerating this shit around the clock?
My mind and body are exhausted. The thought crosses my mind: Perhaps the first family thinks I am already done for, dead and buried. Has Khun Kinn really forgotten all about me?? Khun Kinn continuing to live his day-to-day life, without me by his side... it would be unusual, right?
In my heart, I feel an intense ache as I think this, and yet, if I look at a different way: He may very well be trying to save me at this very moment; as I am sure Porsche, Arm, and Pol would never have forgotten about me.
Perhaps they are all working on a plan...?
Please hurry...! I don't know how much more I can survive...
I have never been this weak in my life, ever.
I feel as though I am about to go crazy!! Fuck!
I get in the shower, washing and cleaning my body and face. Vegas had left all his things in the bathroom and I have no idea what I am allowed to use, so I use them all. Oh, maybe I shouldn't clean... Then, I would be too stinky and dirty... Perhaps then Vegas wouldn't come close to me, be repulsed by the smells and dirt on my body.
Just thinking about that bastard, and all the disgusting weird things he does to my body, I wanted to be as quick as I can, washing and cleaning myself up... After all, no one could stand leaving themselves in such a state.
I leave the bathroom and increase the temperature of the AC. Now I am feeling cold and I have no shirt to wear. The only choices I have are some pants that Vegas had left hanging in the closet. Even though our body sizes and heights are similar, I really don't want to wear his clothing. But, in the end, I have no other option.
I walk over to the breakfast tray brought in by the home staff. When I look at the tray and see what is on offer; slices of bread, fried egg, and sausages; I sigh with disappointment. Is this not the house of the rich second family? No one I know would eat food like this; well, except maybe Mr. Khun as he eats about anything and everything that he finds.
I miss that crazy bastard so much. I would rather face his chaotic and crazy antics than remain in this hellhole.
What's the difference between the first and second families? The sense of having a home and family to call one's own.
Even though there is a strong expectation and a strong sense of control, everyone in the first family respects each other and lives under the same roof with a tacit understanding. There may be conflicts between individuals, but at the end of the day, they have all grown up with love between the three brothers.
Having a person such as Khun Korn raising and encouraging all the treasured people with love and kindness, he never forgets to pay attention to all those in the house. This creates a family bond strong as a kauri* tree with deep roots.
However, this is not the case of the second family, where things are always existing on a knife's edge. Regardless of the love fostered between the two brothers, it is not enough to create a bond as strong as a tree. Instead, it is like a plant, desperate for water.
In the week that I had been shadowing Vegas, he was hardly ever home; and then consider Macau: when I first interacted and saw the second family, I knew that the foundation of this family has cracks that ran deep.
