I Trusted You ~ VegasPete

Chapter 7

WARNING! mention of Suicide

VEGAS POV:

I wasn't tired, I couldn't sleep all night. I was lay playing with Pete's hair as his head was on my chest. Part of me regretted not telling him the truth but the other part of me was glad I didn't for so long. Now that he knows, he could be at a higher risk of getting involved.

"Good morning"

I heard a small, croaky voice greet me. I looked down and Pete was rubbing his eyes as he sat up.

"Come on, we need to get dressed"

I sighed nodding, I was nervous for him to meet my aunt. She's my mom's twin and she took care of me and Macau when she died 4 years ago.

"Are you ready?"

Pete asked with a smile, he had just filled up Buddy's water and food bowls.

"Let's go"

PETE POV:

Her house was about an hour away, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I had never met any of Vegas' family.

"We're here"

We arrived at a large house in a rural area, I noticed a woman stood at the front door.

"Vegas! Come here honey"

The woman hugged Vegas tightly but pulled away noticing me.

"Hello! You must be Pete"

She smiled and then hugged me too, his mother and her must have been identical twins as the only difference between them is the hair colour.

"Come in, come in! I made tea"

We went and sat in the living room, it was decorated in a beautiful butterfly wallpaper and beige paint.

"Vegas tells me you work at a café!"

"Yes, it's down the street from our house"

"Do you enjoy working with people?"

"The nice people yes"

She nodded still with a bright smile on her face. My attention was diverted to Vegas' phone buzzing loudly.

"I need to talk this"

I couldn't see the caller ID but I assumed it was for his work.

"Vegas told me you found out about his job"

"Yup"

"How you feeling about it?"

"I was disappointed he didn't tell me earlier but as long as he's okay then I'm okay"

She agreed taking a sip of her tea.

"When my sister died he didn't have anyone"

I sighed feeling bad.

"I told my sister's I'd protect him no matter what, then he found you and became so much happier"

"He's my life, I couldn't live without him"

"Come"

She puts her cup onto the coffee table and I follow her into a small room.

"This was her scarf"

She wraps it around me.

"She told me when he met someone to give this to them as a thank you from her"

It was beautiful, it was sky blue with small blue bells stitched on.

"She made it herself"

"If you don't mind me asking, how did she die?"

Her smile faded away.

"She committed suicide because of his father. Before she met him she was a beautiful, independent, fun soul but he slowly sucked the life out of her."

Tears formed in her eyes.

"I blame myself for not telling her but I don't know if she would have listened anyway."

"I'm so sorry"

"His father is an asshole, no words can describe him."