VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

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PETE POV

My body is going into shock, spasming at every touch as Jake rips off my shirt and starts to undo my pants. My mind is trying to fight against Tommy's hold but my body just won't move, it's heavy as lead. It's as if I am watching this happen to someone else, like I am floating above my body, witnessing the horror that I am enduring.

It's okay, it's okay,the boy in me whispers and I don’t fight him, choosing to listen to that familiar sound, self-soothing mode kicking in, putting me in an almost catatonic state.

“Look at you, finally submitting to me, baby brother. This is what I wanted all along.”

He rubs his hand over my chest and I can't respond, my voice has disappeared, the words I want to say don’t connect with my mouth. As he removes my pants, all I feel is the streaming wetness of tears down my face. I wish I could drown myself in them. Cold air hits my naked lower body and it faintly registers that I’m lying on a funky floor, beneath my sick stepbrother, who is certainly about to rape me.

Repulsion vibrates through me as a clammy hand holds onto my limp dick. My heart nearly flat lines and I wish to god it would. I feel dirty, tainted. The nausea rouses in my stomach, convulsing at his poisonous touch as it absorbs into my skin.

It's okay, it's okay, the boy whispers on repeat in my head and I try to focus on it this time rather than shutting it out, zoning in on his comfort. Please god, just let it be over, because even if he doesn't kill me after this, there is no way I would want to live. I couldn't do it. The idea of living through a day after he takes my body makes me want to hurt myself, tear my skin off, burn myself until I am nothing but flames. I wouldn’t be able to erase his touch off my flesh.

“Look at me, Pete.”

Robotically, I move my head so that I’m staring at this fucking monster. Did my mom know? Did she know before she died what hell I was going to be left with as a family? Jake’s eyes look at me determined and wanton, the vile cunt is excited, happy he’s getting this. As I sink further into the ground, I feel numb. The cold feeling of the floor on my skin has faded, the pain in my eyes and stomach no longer an issue. My body is shutting down. I don't think I even hate him right now. That would require me to have the energy to care.

“You behave and I’ll make it good for you,” he says gently, undoing his jeans and moving them down his thighs. Then he parts my legs and I can't control how hard they’re shaking. A wet cry tears out of my mouth when the final push of adrenaline encourages me to give it one last shot.

“Please don't do this, Jake, please,” I beg him. “Please don't!” I can't stop the wails racking through me. A weighty hand covers my mouth, it smells of oil, and I recognize it's Tommy.

“Shut up, you little bitch,” he says.

The feeling of being buried alive assaults me. I can't breathe, everything is closing in on me. Maybe if I stop fighting, he’ll kill me, let him smother me with his hand until I’ve gone from this fucking evil world. My legs are pushed back, and Jake keeps a bruising grip on my thighs. I stare into space above me, detaching myself from this death. I am vaguely aware of the familiar sensation of a wet cockhead against my most intimate part, but it's not Vegas's. This is it. End of my life as I know it.

It's okay, it's okay.

Grabbing onto the comforting boy, I let him shield me from terror.

“What the fuck!” Tommy shouts suddenly letting me go.

A gunshot outside the door echoes around the room. Just as I turn my head, I see the door fly open. Unless my mind is playing a mean trick on me, it looks like Vegas, Kinn, and Jules have just appeared. My legs are dropped to the ground, which hurts as my heel hits the concrete floor, hard, but I’m too far gone from this world to acknowledge the pain. I try to move, but my body won’t cooperate.

It’s okay, he’s here, it’s okay.

I drift further towards the boy’s lulling words, wishing he would lock us away somewhere safe and quiet, holding us together, protecting us like he has always tried to do. He has never left my side in times of fear even though he is as scared as I am. I just want to protect him too, to set him free by ridding us of what keeps us chained to this hell. Jake. But I can’t do that for him, I’m not strong enough to fight Jake off, to kill him and let the young boy rest. So I hold onto the young boy instead, letting him guide me further into his arms.

I’m here. We’re safe. Don’t let me go, hold onto my hand.

I move further to his voice. It feels like a warm hug.

Barely able to keep my eyes open, Vegas storms towards us and gets a punch into Jake who was about to get up. Vegas knocks him flat out as Jules rushes over to cuff him. It's hard to keep my eyes focused as I drift further away. I’m so tired.

“Pete, Pete can you hear me?'' My vision clears as I look up to see the most handsome face ever. Vegas. My Vegas. “Doe, can you hear me?” he asks and I swear he’s pissed off, even now.

Yes, we are safe now. He will look after us.

I smile. “Yes. Get me out of here please,” I say barely above a whisper.

A damp smelling blanket is thrown over me before I’m enveloped in Vegas's arms. His scent of cigarettes and aftershave hits my nose and I try to relax into that now familiar scent.

You are safe, we are safe.

“Yes,” I whisper before darkness takes me under where nobody can find me.

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