Neutral POV
Pete's afternoon is punctuated between watching episodes of a series that makes no sense, responding to messages from Vegas who are beginning to get comfortable with him, and checking on Porsche's regular condition.
Pete still doesn't quite know what to feel right now. From fear? Anger? Determination?
Afraid of Porsche more than anything in the world, Pete doesn't dare to imagine how the mood will be when he wakes up. The later, the better.
That's what he thinks...but at the same time, the anger of knowing that tensions are lingering and that he can't extricate himself from this situation until Porsche is up, sets him ablaze with inside.
He wants to fix everything. He wants to settle accounts with Porsche, determined to tell him everything he thinks.
The three feelings are mixed in Pete's heart and he doesn't know which path to choose.
Yet he should hurry to make a choice. In the bedroom, Porsche finally wakes up slowly, with a huge headache and neck pain.
He takes the time to open his eyes, to let them blink for a few moments before getting used to the artificial light from the bedside lamps.
When he feels the moment is coming, he makes the decision to straighten up carefully, in order to protect himself as best as possible from the pain that overcomes him from time to time.
His brain remembers what happened. Pete gave him a huge headbutt after he started another rape on him.
Strangely, there is no anger at Porsche. In truth, he didn't think Pete was endowed with such strength. Like what, you should never trust appearances.
Porsche takes the time to regulate his breathing before glancing around. A basin of cold water, compresses, water, and medicines are placed on the bedside. He tries to grab something but his hand still doesn't obey.
His body has not yet recovered from the shock of the fall but as strange as it may seem, Porsche manages to get up. His head is spinning but he manages to keep a center of gravity and to take a few steps at a slow speed.
The room has been tidied up, the chains and the necklace have disappeared. Pete doesn't wear them but hid them when the doctor arrived.
Porsche is also quite surprised that he took the trouble to take care of him. After all he's done to him, he could have considered letting him die.
The fever from which his body is seized is not quite gone yet. Porsche is hot now that he's up. He takes off his t-shirt before throwing it on the ground and progressing to the door of his room.
The floor of the room creaks enough for Pete to discover, terrified, that Porsche is standing. Completely unaware that she will be his final destiny, he rushes off the couch to turn off the TV and rush to the kitchen, pretending to be about to cook a meal, the time of day being fine. advanced now.
He looks in the fridge for vegetables to mix into a soup. It's very good for fighting a fever and filling enough to settle the stomach of a body that has slept for almost 6 hours.
As he grabs it, he feels Porsche's presence coming into the living room and Pete tries his best not to show his fear when he sees it coming.
A moment of tension like never before occurred between them manifests itself as they are in the process of settling. Pete begins to tremble in terror, realizing that his fate would be played out in the next few minutes.
Porsche contemplates the one who made him chaotic for several hours. He touches his head and cocks his head to the right, not taking his eyes off Pete.
- It's been a long time since someone hit me so hard. You have strength...quite surprising for someone so frail muscularly.
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Help me to love again (finished)
FanfictionThis is the story of two souls broken by life who will learn to rebuild themselves, one through the other. Pete is 21 years old. Although life has spoiled him physically, it has not for the rest, between his parents who died in a road accident whe...
