Can two broken souls heal each other

Chapter 10

Vegas POV

From nearly escaping death, to getting lashed out by my own father and to holding someone into my arms I never expected to. It’s just half a day and I have already seen multiple emotions of life which general people see probably in their half lifetime.
My plan backfired, I went there to test Pete and got busted myself. The one I wanted to catch red handed, saved me from the hands of goons, but I must admit I underestimated Pete, he is much more than just a cute face and dimple smile. His instant decision according to the situation and preparation he came with, although I was barely able to open my eyes, but I was conscious enough to understand what was happening around me. He saved my life physically and I would say emotionally as well. Well, I hate to admit but when he was on top of me, I felt 2 contradicting emotions together, I felt that chaos in me went silent but my heart was beating so fast that I felt like it would burst at any time.
How was he able to give me peace yet rock my heart and all he did was to stare at me with those big black deep eyes.
Oh god I need to stop thinking so much. So, I decided to go out for some fresh air and as I opened my door, I saw pete talking to himself, like seriously, isn’t he the same guy who rescued me without getting himself or nop harmed and now he is here talking to himself. Is he a genius or mad? I thought to myself. But I chose to stay by the door and watch him talking to himself because he kinda looks cute and then he got startled by me. Honestly, my curiosity about him is increasing day by day. His behaviour, his actions, his talks I just want to know it all. I wanted to know what he was talking to himself, so I asked him directly, ‘Where were you lost?’, ‘oh nothing khun’ he replied, but didn’t dare to look at me and this made me smile. I tried to dig more, ‘were you thinking something or about someone’, ‘oh no nothing, nothing at all’ he replied nervously. You have no idea Pete how much I am loving this, so I decided to throw a bouncer, ‘not even about me’ and it shocked him, and he suddenly looked up straight into my eyes and my bouncer bounced backed at me, ‘aaahhhh, these hypnotic eyes’.

Pete POV

Khun Vegas’ question shocked me, how should I reply to this. So, even though I wanted to stay and keep my eyes on his eyes, I lowered my gaze and took 2 steps back, ‘Khun Vegas, I am a little tired from today’s event. Can I go and rest in my room for a while?’. This was the best option. I needed to take a very cold shower and push myself to sleep to get rid of all these overwhelming emotions. ‘Oh yes, you should go and rest for the day today, report me tomorrow’, Vegas replied. I stood there as Khun Vegas passed by me and he passed so closely that our fingers brushed, and it sent an electric current in my body. I suddenly shivered, what was that, was it intentional or unintentional, whatever it was, I needed to get back to my room and clear all this heat and emotions from my body and my mind.
I went back to my room and locked the door from inside and started taking out my clothes hurriedly and ran into the shower. I needed to cool down. I needed to get rid of the memory of the event which happened a while ago. I need to stop thinking about Vegas, I need to stop caring about Vegas. Care!!! Do I really care about him? I must be honest with myself and yes, I care about him. His injury affected me, his vulnerable state in front of his father affected me, his anger affected me, sadness in his eyes affected me. In conclusion, his whole being affects me and I can’t do anything about it.
As I was lost in thoughts while showering, something stinged in my hand, it was a cut probably from the fight earlier. I saw my cut wasn't very small but wasn’t deep as well, just big enough to leave a scar. An added line to the sequence of lines I had made on my hand. I started caressing all those marks and suddenly remembered that my father also said that he cared for me, he always said that whatever he is doing, it is for my own benefit and for our better future. He cares for me, and I had to bear it for just this time, and he will sort everything after this. I clearly remember, ‘pete, just this one last time and I will sort everything after this. This is for us, for our future. I am your father; you know I care for you.’  
‘Huh Care…he never cared about me, about my innocence, my pain, my childhood, never he just always lied. The word care is a lie, nobody cares about anybody. They all just lie; I hate my father and I hate everyone who says that they care for someone. Unless and until they don’t have any personal benefit or motive, they never care and so does it apply to Vegas. He also doesn’t care. He is just messing with me like he did with Porsche, maybe there is a hidden motive behind this. Nobody cares and me, I also don’t care for anybody. I said that I should be honest with myself, so now I am being honest, I don’t care about him, it was just a stupid emotion I felt for a moment. I can’t and don’t care about Vegas. He is also trying to manipulate me for his own benefit.

Meanwhile Nop’s POV

I left Pete with Khun Vegas and went with Khun Kan, but then I remembered something so I went back towards the Khun Vegas’s room, but suddenly I stopped a little far from his room because there they were both khun vegas and pete standing together looking at each other, although I didn’t heard what they were talking about, but their behavior was different and the way Khun Vegas passed by Pete so close, I felt something is going on, I can’t tell but there is something between them. Actually, it's possible that Khun Vegas might be teasing him, but as far as I know he doesn’t flirt or even entertain bodyguards or employees of minor family. He prefers keeping his distance but here the situation seemed little different. Well, I shouldn’t do it but I will keep my eyes on both to understand the situation between them.

Vegas POV

‘My father hates me, I guess from the day I was born, he never really accepted me as his son. In his eyes I was always an embarrassment, he always purposely pointed out to me that I am nothing but a shame to his name and position and the day he got to know my sexuality, it’s like he found the much much bigger reason to make me feel pathetic, like I was some kind of a sick person. Although, he never missed a chance to pimp me out to his lusty and greedy clients just for the sake of his business…what kind of father does that to his own son, I guess my father’s kind. I hate him. I really do, but still somewhere deep down in my heart I want him to approve me as his own, appreciate me for my efforts that I put just for him, bearing all the abuse from him and his needy clients. For once I want my father to say to me, Vegas you did well, I am proud of you, if this is too much then can he just call me, ‘my son’ like genuinely not in the fake way which he does in front of the whole world. I know this is something impossible but still some day he might say this to me, and I will finally feel some worth of my existence.’
I was sitting in my garden and this whole thing played like a recorder to me. Actually, It always plays back in my mind whenever my father lashes out on me, curses me, picks out my faults or just literally discards me. Sometimes I genuinely feel like he wants me dead…but no I will not die, I will not give him this happiness, this satisfaction. One day I will kick him out of my and macau’s life. I hate him…I hate him so-so much. But, again there are times when I crave for him, for his love, his concern and for his appreciation. I wanted a father like kinn have, love like kinn have, life like kinn have. But I guess I am just unlucky enough not to deserve all this.