Universe (VegasPete) R18

Chapter 19 - Too little much, too late

-Vegas-

I left the bedroom as fast as I could without looking back. My hands were sweating and my heart was beating hard in my chest.

I burst into my office, locking the door behind me. My jaws and fist clenched, feeling my blood boiling, out of breath.

"PEEEETEEE ! Move your ass you damn buffalo! We are going to be late!"

I heard Porsche screaming down the stairs, calling for Pete. I stood still behind the close door waiting for him to leave.

As I heard the front door closing, I couldn't hold myself back.

I punched the wall multiple times with full force. I kept hitting again and again unable to stop myself until I started to see blood flowing along my wrist. I was alienated. Rage was eating me alive.

I stopped, looking at my mess up hand, bruised. Blood and hematomas coloring my skin.

The consequences. The consequences of my actions came crashing deep inside my soul.

V-Vegas... Stop. Please, I'm begging you...

Those words that Pete whispered, engraved in my mind, brought me back to yesterday as I was watching myself molesting the person I care about the most.

I couldn't do anything. My mind wasn't mine anymore once again. The hate I felt surged in me, setting me on fire. And afraid that Pete would be burn too, I was left with no other choice but walking away.

How could Pete love me? How could he allow me to touch him? How could he want me after what I put him through?

The memory of the pain. Pete seemed so convinced that the past still can be changed. But I can't move on. I can't escape since I saw the images remembering me of who I was. Of who I am.

Waking up the daemons it took us so long to deaden, now fighting against me.

Pete forgave me but I can't even forgive myself. I can't even protect him from the danger that come with what I am. The fucking son of the mafia.

Like a villain I couldn't be anymore, lost between the dark and the light. With nothing left but my fucking shattered heart and my culpability.

I sat on my office chair and light up a cigarette without even washing the blood away from my hand. I took a puff, the filter soak with my own blood staining my lips.

I stayed there in the dark, staring into space, waiting for my heart to calm down.

-Two day ago-

« Yes? »

« I know I'm probably the last person you want to talk to but... I'm going to need your help. »

« What do you need? »

« Not on the phone. Can we met? »

« Hmm. Where and when? »

« Tomorrow. I'll come. »

« Fine by me. »

« You are not going to ask any more questions? »

« What were you expecting? It must be something important for you. Enough to throw away your pride to ask for my help. And...I guess we are family after all. »

-Present day-

I left early. Pete was still sleeping soundly. I stayed in the dark looking at him. I gently caressed his cheek and leaned above him to lay a kiss on his forehead.