Reincarnated Mate

chapter 34

Two broken boys-

Vegas has been bored for about almost two weeks. He hates staying in Safe houses because he doesn't have anything to do. Vegas was on the couch lazing as a huge smash disrupted his mood. Vegas quickly got up to check what was going but he saw his Father Gun approaching him with a angry look.

"Ba?"

Slap!

Before Vegas could even spit out another sentence, his father slapped him across the face.

"You're such a disappointment! I asked you to do one thing and you can't even do it. You got captured and then you tried to run and think that I wouldn't be able to find you." Gun said.

Vegas was stunned as he could believe how hard his father slap was. Vegas can't even look at his dad because he feels he might cry in front of him.

"Ba, I'm sorry. I really tried to-"

"I don't want to hear any excuses! You might as well hide forever. The entire pack wants you dead now! Such a useless piece of shit." Gun said as he insulted his son before he walked out of the safe house and back on the boat.

Vegas was at loss for words. If his father's beatings on him wasn't bad, his insults were just as painful. Vegas screamed as he knocked over anything in his path. The entire house was a mess of Vegas own destruction.

Vegas barge into his room and saw Pete sitting on the bedside sleeping.

"I know you're awake. Stop pretending you didn't hear what happened." Vegas said as he knocked over the boule of soup that he gave Pete that he hasn't drink.

Vegas noticed that Pete isn't moving at all.

"Ai Pete?" Vegas called him. He brought his finger close to Pete's nose as he was breathing faintly. His bruises hasn't healed properly and it's because Pete is too weak from lack of food.

Vegas panic as he rushed to the bathroom to get a first aid kit and got a warm bowl and a rag. He rushed back as he started to pick up Pete to lay down on the bed. Vegas gave Pete a sponge bath as he wiped and clean his body. He treated him as he banged all of Pete's wounds. Vegas started to see a bit of color back into him as he saw Pete's eyes flutter open.

"I thought you were gonna die." Vegas spoke as he applied one last banged over his chest.

"You should of just let me die then." Pete said to him.

Vegas ignored him as he got up and left the room and came back with a bottle of water and a small container of pills. Vegas took one out as he tried to hand it to Pete.

Pete looked at it as he arched his eye brows.

"If I take this, will it poison me?" Pete asked him.

"It's pain killers to help you heal faster. I promise I'm not trying to poison you." Vegas admitted to him.

Pete scoffed in disbelief. He knows Vegas is the devil.

"I don't want it." Pete refused.

Vegas rolled his eyes as it took the pill and put it in his mouth between his teeth. He leaned his lips to Pete as he mouth feed it to him, forcing the pill down his throat. Pete was stunned as he couldn't believe Vegas did that. Vegas fed the water to Pete to help him swallow it fully.

"There see. I didn't poison you. Wait a few and see that nothing bad happens to you." Vegas said.

Pete saw a depression look on Vegas face. Something happened as he saw a huge hand mark on the side of his face. Pete figured his father found him here and beat him.

"Your father came?" Pete spoke to hear what happened.

"He came to tell me that everyone wants me dead and I'm useless piece of shit." Vegas admitted to him.

"Does your father normally beat you all the time?"

"Only when he's mad."

"I get it."

"Get what? What could you possibly understand?" Vegas questioned him.

"I get it because I too had a father that would beat me. After my real parents death, I was adopted by a small family who lived on a farm. If I didn't rake the leaves right, feed all the animals on time, or just do any of my chores right, my dad would make me stand on the feet in the cold at night while my mother was a sleep and just beat me for hours if I moved." Pete told his story to Vegas.

"How did you escape your adopted dad if you worked for Kinn all those years?" Vegas asked him.

"I never escaped. My father died of diabetes and my mother throw me on the streets because she couldn't afford me on her own but I learned years ago that when your dad beats you isn't because you fail them, it's because they failed themselves. They pressure you to do your best and they beat you because you failed just like they did." Pete explained.

Vegas thought long and hard about what Pete told him. Pete went through a tough life, maybe even tougher as he had to fend for himself all on his own and yet Vegas knows Pete is so humble and kind to all and he still has a smile on his face whenever he sees him.

He's finally understood Pete and his trauma. What a poor kid. Vegas saw Pete smiling to himself as well as a small laugh as Vegas saw a stream of tears rolling down Pete's face.

"I really never had a good father. I'm so glad my father died and that I hated how he treated me." Pete said as he laughed through his tears.

Pete never told his story about his abusive father to no one. He never wanted to reopen up those wounds but here he is telling Vegas his sad pathetic life. Vegas placed a firm hand onto Pete's thigh as he soothe it.

"I guess we are both pretty broken by our fathers." Vegas finally admitted.

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Vegas left Pete alone in the room and he returned with a huge bowl of ramen noodles. The smell instantly made Pete's nose go wild as his stomach was already growling for it. Vegas sat down at the edge of the bed as he gave the bowl to Pete.

"Here." Vegas gave it to him. Pete's face lit up like a little child and gladly took the plate from him.

Pete grabbed the chop sticks as he already started to slurp but he instantly spit it out.

"It's problem poisonous." Pete said in fear.

Vegas turned and looked at Pete as he took the bowl from him.

"It's not poison." Vegas told him annoyingly as he took a bite out of the Ramen himself. "See, it's good. Now take it." He said as he gave it back to Pete.

Pete grabbed the chopsticks again as he ate the ramen with no worries now. He was so hungry that he hasn't even got almost a week. A week without food for a werewolf is like year for him.

Vegas smiled a bit as he just sat down listening to the loud slurps as Pete devour his food in enjoyment.