2 Is Better Than 1

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ: ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴇs

It's been a week since Macau left Pete's house, not too mention Pete and Vegas hasn't seen or talked to each since their little date.

Right now Pete was in sitting in his room staring at the blank wall in silence. His Nanna had a sudden panic attack a few days ago and was immediately rushed to hospital and has been there since. Pete didn't know what caused it but thankfully she survived it as her health was so well.

Pete was brought out of his thoughts when he received a call from an unknown number. Although he was hesitant, he decided to pick up the call.

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Pete: Hello? Who is this and why are you calling?

Unknown: It's your mother dear, come back son. I miss you so much!

Pete: Bullshit!

Carson: I really do son, you can come back and we'll be the perfect family.

Pete: You are NOT my family-

Carson: Now now, don't talk to your mother like that, why don't you come home and we talk about it?

Pete: You are dead to me, I hate you with a burning passion! Just leave me alone for fucks sake.

Carson: Fine then, be the little ungrateful bitch you always were. I only needed you for money but I'd rather be broke then put up with your shitty attitude.

Pete was enraged as a the line cut, he threw his phone at the wall with great force shattering it into pieces. He forgot everything his therapist told him and started trashing his room.

Destroyed paintings were scattered all over the floor, is desk was flipped over with everything that was on it scattered across the floor. The picture frames from the wall left unbelievable amounts of glass everywhere.

Pete sat on the floor in the corner of his room crying, he was surrounded by the mess around him not caring about anything. He hugged his knees as he buried his face between them, his heart paining from the conversation moments ago.

Time is passing by and Pete hasn't moved an inch from his position, suddenly a knock was heard from downstairs but Pete did not care to check. After a few minutes the knocking stopped, but suddenly the door of Pete's bedroom slowly opened.

Pete did not look up from him knees, it's like he was stuck as a statue by choice. "What the hell?" whispered the unknown figure but the voice was familiar. "P'Pete?" another familiar voice was heard, "what are they doing here? Why now? Why ever?" Pete thought as he slowly lifted his head to see Vegas and Macau in the doorway.

Vegas: What the hell did you do?

Pete: ....... {He just stared at them with no emotion, no expressions}

Macau: P'Pete? What's going on? Where's Nanna?

Pete: Why are you here? {Ignoring the questions}

Macau: Huh? We came to see you?

Pete: You can leave now

Vegas and Macau stayed quiet as they didn't know what happened to Pete or why he was being rude to them. Vegas whispered to Macau making him quietly go sit downstairs, Vegas on the other hand slowly walked towards Pete; making sure of where and where not to step.