Universe (VegasPete) R18

Chapter 35 - Summoning Satan

-Vegas-

I ran away. I left him alone once again. I left him alone in the bathroom because I knew. I knew I won't be able to refrain myself anymore if I stayed next to him.

I fucking can't do this anymore. I'm exhausted. I can't let it go of this feeling of betrayal and resentment taking over me.

I didn't sleep last night, my eyes never closed once. I just lay still in our bed waiting for the sun to rise, restless, trying to connect the dots of this unexplained story that unfolded right before my eyes yesterday as I was looking through Pete's phone.

When I watched him sleeping this morning, the tears were falling along my cheeks. I cried my fucking heart out just by watching the one I love so violently breathing peacefully next to me.

Yet, I wanted to wake him up brutally, to make him spit out what he was hiding from me, making him reveal who really was Tam. My hands were clenching into fists, my heart beating so strongly in my chest.

I can feel it. I can feel him slowly slipping from my reach. And I can't do shit about it.

Even if I confront him, I'm too scared to face the truth. I'm a fucking coward. That's why I provoked him when he woke up.

As soon as I asked him what were his plans and when he lied to my face without even blinking, I knew I was right to my core. I knew something was way more bigger than I thought.

I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to prove me wrong. To prove me he still wanted me by his side, as his lover. I wanted to feel his desire, to feel his touch, to feel that he wanted me as much as I want him.

And this fucking rock. This fucking heart-shaped rock. Is it the answer? Is that rock the answer to their relationship? Fuck. I don't even care anymore. I just want the truth, even if I am perfectly aware that it could potentially kill me. Kill us.

I left the bedroom this morning and patiently waited in my office for him to finish his shower. I thought he left when I was about to go back in our bedroom but as I was walking in the hallway, I heard him talking. I knew he was on the phone, this was not the same tone of voice than when he talked to himself.

I leaned against the wall, next to our bedroom door, and I eavesdropped. And as soon as I put my ear against the wall, I also realized that the trust I had for him was already shattering little by little.

« Tonight I have something important to deal with and I don't want you know who to know. »

You know who... Yes, that's me. Again. My name was nowhere to be found...

« I came to see Venice, I spent the evening with you and we had dinner together. »

The alibi.

« I have to met my friend from yesterday »

Friend...The real reason.

« Huh? What's your problem with him? »

I stiffened. Obviously the person on the phone is not fond of the bastard Pete is going to see tonight...

« Stupid bastard! »

Stupid bastard...And the tone of Pete's voice. I'm now sure that Porsche is the one who cover for Pete.

I gritted my teeth, my heart beating erratically in my chest. I wanted to break the door down and confront Pete but I fought against myself not to.

As I heard Pete end the call, his step getting closer to the door, I quickly went back to my office, carefully and silently closed the door behind me.

I sat in front of my desk and light up a cigarette, my eyes staring into space, not able to think of anything else but this situation. I was eating alive by jealousy. I knew it. And at that moment, I couldn't do anything against it.