VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 28

PETE POV

The pain in my head as I open my eyes makes me feel nauseous. For a second, I try to remember what happened, but the more I come to, the more I become aware that I can't move my arms. I am sitting on the ground and my arms are tied behind me to some kind of wooden post, which is rubbing into my back.

As everything becomes clearer, I remember Tommy hitting me. It takes me a while to realize I am in a room I don't recognize. I must have a concussion. Everything is hazy around the edges and my head feels like it's stuffed with cotton wool. The stench of damp and mildew is enough to make my eyes water. There is nobody here and all I can hear is the faint sound of dripping water. It looks like I am in some kind of basement or outbuilding, I can't quite tell. It's fucking cold, too. The harsh light hanging from the ceiling makes my head throb more. What the hell do I do?

Kai…shit. Did he notice I was taken, or did they hurt him? Was he part of it?

A heavy-sounding metal door opens to my right and of course, in walks my fucking stepbrother, Tommy, and Shay. Shay is the only one who looks like he wants to be anywhere else but here. I feel the same, but I know there’s no point getting my hopes up that he will help me. I don't know why it happens but the frenzied laugh that leaves my lips is uncontrollable. This situation has stripped me bare. Then the realization hits me so hard that I have nothing to lose now. I don’t mean shit to anybody and I might as well leave this world with a bang. If anything, I will not allow my last moments to be under the psychological torment of Jake.

“What the fuck is so funny, you freak?” Tommy says, standing over me so I have to lean my head back against the post to see him.

“You. All of you.” I continue to laugh, like a deranged witch. I don’t sound human, shit, I don't feel human. All the voices in my head have created a war against one another, fighting for dominance to be heard. It hurts, it physically hurts and I want to scream to drown them all out. Focusing back on Tommy, his jaw ticks. He wants to hit me, fuck that, he would love to kill me. Well bring it the fuck on.

“Considering it's you that's tied up, I'd say you should be directing that laughter to yourself,” Tommy says.

My laughter is now dying down. I just shrug.

Make the fucker bleed.

It's okay, we will be okay.

Someone help me.

Open wide, baby brother.

All the voices intermingle, and I start rocking my body…shut up shut up!

Instead of the dulcet tones, each voice has a different cadence. Shrill, soothing, and angry. It’s so loud I wouldn't be surprised if others can hear them.

Please, please go away, please be quiet.

“Looks like the little freak has finally lost it,” Tommy comments, and I have to agree.

Closing my eyes and breathing deeply, I try to regain control of my mind and body.

Breathe in…breathe out.

As everything in my head starts to quiet, I try to focus. I focus on the hard floor beneath me, I focus on the three men in this room, I focus on the ties around my wrists, I focus on the hard post against my back. Slowly bringing myself back to Earth from the imminent panic attack, I grab onto reality and resist drifting away in my head.

Opening my eyes, Tommy is still holding himself over me like he thinks he is the big man, that all his wishes have come true. He’s so tragic that I can't be bothered to interact with the dumbfuck. My eyes drift over to Jake, whose stare is locked on me. He’s contemplating what to do and I know it won't be good.