The more you want the less you have [BxB]

Chapter 6 - Keeping the distance between us

TW: Please read at your own risk!

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Pete woke up with a terrible headache. As he opened his eyes he was only wearing boxers and right next to his bed was a bowl with a towel. As he looked around the room he noticed that the curtains are closed and on the night stand is a glass of water with a headache pill.

The night was a complete blackout for Pete. With a loud groan he closed his eyes again. Noise of cars driving around was heard a lot through the opened window. He was thinking if he should stand up and close it, but his body was in pain.

"Good afternoon." He heard someone talk behind the closed door. "Is it good and afternoon?" Laughter followed right after Pete's stupid question. "Honey, it must have been a good party. I brought you garlic soup*, it should help you get back on your feet." Pete's mom joked, but then she gives him a really firm look. "Baby, I know that the business Vegas had offered you did not work out, but just give him a chance to explain, please. He is a really good kid, but it seems that he missed out on something when he was little."

The confusion was visible on Pete's face, how is it even possible for her to say that? She saw him for ten minutes maximum. "He brought you home as he promised." Pete lowered his head in shame, "traitor Macau.." Pete mumbled silently. "Please think about it and call him." His mom said, placed the garlic soup on the nightstand and left his room. Once Pete finished the whole soup he went to take a shower, trying to calm his confused mind down. He had to give a call to Macau as soon as possible.

Pete was standing under the shower head, letting the warm water soothe down his aching body. His mind kept wandering back to the night.

"You need a shower, naughty boy."

"You need a shower, naughty boy."

"You need a shower, naughty boy."

He could hear this repeating inside his head all over again, so as it seems that it was not just a dream, Vegas was really in his room, undressing him. "Fuck.. my scars.." Pete cursed and touched his shoulders where this ugly looking cigarette burns were. Pete tried to erase all those memories away from his mind, but every time he looked at them it all came back to him like a boomerang.

****FLASHBACK

"You little whore, you dared to cum before me?" A stranger whispered dangerously into Pete's ear and right after Pete felt the pain on his armpit. Loud screams echoed through this filthy motel room, where Pete had to earn money for his father. The more Pete screamed the more the stranger was tapping his skin with a cigarette. "This is going to teach you a lesson you little bitch." Last inhale of the nicotine filled the stranger's lunch and then he extinguished the remainder of the cigarette against Pete's shoulder. "You should be wearing shirts from now on. Looking forward to the next meeting that awaits us." Pete shivered, his whole body felt like it was on fire, he was not able to move his hand a single inch. The burns were big. He should look for medical assistance on this, but they would have involved the police in this and he should not do it, otherwise his mom would be killed. This situation was almost unbearable. Pete was still minor, even though he turned sixteen a few days ago they would not take him seriously. He won't trust the system in his country. They will defend only the rich. Pete is no one, Pete should not be the one to live.

There it was the first thought of killing himself. He wanted to be selfish, he wanted to live a life he always wanted, but not as his father had it lined up for him. Pete will be used as a money machine tool, then he will marry a rich girl and they all will live carefree lives. But who would have wanted to marry someone like Pete? Why is there not anyone that could help him with this?