All Along, You

I- Stupor

"Vegas, Please." I walk over to the both of them. They were walking together and they both turn around to look at me. Well, Vegas did. Porsche looked like he didn't know where to look. He looked guilty and even worse, he pitied me.

"Pete, just go home. Please." Vegas said with pleading eyes. Home. Where is that? He knows I've been living in his house, right? But now that he's walking side-by-side with Porsche, the one he truly loves. The one who, by now I reckon, has chosen Vegas over Khun Kinn.

"I'll be the other man, Vegas. I'll be the other man instead." I position myself on my knees. Nothing is more degrading. Me, someone who worked so hard all his life just so I don't live a pathetic life am now kneeling in front of the man who swore that it was me that he loved more than anything in the world.

Vegas crouched down and met my eyes. He tried to drag me up but I kneel steady.

"Pete, stop this. You look disgustingly desperate"

"I don't care. I love you, Vegas. And a-and if it's really Porsche you want, that's okay. I-I'll be there, Vegas. When he's too tired, you can have me instead. When he's not in the mood, I'm at your disposal. It's okay. I-I'm okay with that. Just don't leave me, Vegas. Don't. Just take me with you. I'll take whatever crumb Porsche is willing to drop on the floor"

I kept talking between sobs and I couldn't care less about the people who were looking at us in this damned restaurant who kept whispering.

"Just go home, Pete. Stand up." He tried to get me up again but I held onto his waist instead, crying.

"Please!" I beg him.

"Just get the hell away from me, Pete!" Vegas was getting impatient this time. I know it but then, what am I supposed to do? Aren't I supposed to be persistent? I hope he just gets too annoyed and says he'd take me with them.

"If you want me so bad, just go home and wait for me there."

He said and I look up, my vision blurred by tears and I blink to let them fall so I could see him. He looked like he really wanted to go. It was just me holding him back like I'm some sort of leech. The surroundings slowly sink in. I look around and people were watching us.

Some were taking videos, some were whispering, some put their heads down, pretending not to see my misery. What have you done, Pete? What have I done to myself?

I slowly loosen my grip on his waist as I pant with panic. Have I no pride?

"Did you love ever me?" The words came out of my mouth without me thinking while my arms are loosely linked to his waist.

"You satisfied me in bed and I couldn't complain. Now I've had my fun. You can pack your bags and go or you can just wait for me until I get home and maybe I'll fuck you when I decide you deserve it. It's your call." Vegas said coldly and I can't even look at his face anymore.

"Vegas." Porsche just said his name and he obviously looked guilty. Did he love him so much that even talking about keeping me as his bitch makes him guilty because Porsche was listening?

"PORSCHE!" A familiar voice came yelling. Khun Kinn. I see him walk towards us and everyone in the restaurant came running outside. Of course, Khun Kinn's bodyguards were all armed and ready for combat.

"Porsche, let's go home. Don't do this!" He yelled but he was begging. "Please, Porsche. Please" he continued to plead.

"Vegas, we have to go." Porsche said as the bodyguards and Khun Kinn were walking at a fast pace towards us. Vegas seemed to panic as he pushed me off and I feel backward on my elbows.