- Pete -

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom with difficulty. I was aching to the point where it almost didn't hurt anymore. How long do I have to spend my life like this? I was physically and mentally tired. I was living like I wasn't human.

By now, the major clan must be thinking I was dead already. Boss Kinn, did you really forget about me? As for the young master, wasn't he feeling strange without me? Suddenly, I felt a little insecure. But if I looked at it from another angle, maybe he was looking for ways to help me. Porsche, Pol, Arm--they'd never forget me.

Maybe everyone was doing something right now. Hurry up and help me. I don't know how much longer I could endure this.

Frail and fragile like I've never been before. I felt so much self-pity. I'm going to die!

I took a shower, washing my eyes and whole face. Good thing the bastard had some toiletries in the bathroom. It's just that I didn't know what I can and can't use. Or hey... Maybe I shouldn't shower at all. Make myself dirty so Vegas wouldn't dare to come near me. But I was terribly disgusted from the stains on my body. Just the thought of what Vegas was doing to me made me want to hurry up and wash it all off. That method wouldn't work. A person like me definitely couldn't stand my own condition like this.

I walked out of the bathroom and turned up the air conditioner to raise the temperature. I couldn't wear my shirt so it was so cold. I could only wear and put on some sweatpants that I randomly found inside his wardrobe.

Fortunately, his height and body size were not much different from me. I

didn't want to touch his stuff, but I had no choice!

After that, I went to eat the breakfast that Nop brought in. When I saw the

things on the plate, I let out a big sigh. Sausages, fried eggs, and bread. Why

the hell do they make me keep eating these? But that's just how it was in a rich man's house.

Except for the young master, that one eats weirdly. Tankhun would eat a lot,

but sometimes he would choose not to eat, then sometimes he eats everything in front of him. I thought about him, and I really missed him. I would rather live with his childish insanity than to suffer from this kind of torture.

What was the difference between being at the second family's house and the main family's house? It's the word home.

The major clan was filled with high expectations and being a stronghold. But everyone respected each other and lived together with understanding. There were still controversies, but they all rose up and the family was held together

in the love of the three brothers. It was a family with Boss Korn's nurturing and him keeping everything as beautiful as possible. It was a family with love, kindness, and caring for everyone in the house, making the major clan's home

as strong as a big tree.

Meanwhile the minor clan was as hot as fire. Everyone tried to heal by

themselves. It was like a plant that was about to run out of water. Despite the love the two brothers had for each other, it wasn't enough to make the home as beautiful as they wanted. I had been following Vegas for a week. I knew that he rarely came home. Macau, too. At first, I was surprised. But when I got here, I finally saw the cracks that appeared in their family's foundation.

I finished the food on the plate. I got up from the sofa and turned to look at the dark blue bedsheets that were folded near me. I felt deeply hurt that I had to see the second family being like this. But no, I gotta close my eyes and endure it. Go back to being angry with him again. I felt lost now.

Vegas, I'm not going to question how you grew up to be like this because I

know you had these problems since you were a child.

I casually laid the sheets on the bed and took care of the pillow covers and

blankets for a while. The idiot then entered the room. I quickly stopped

everything I was doing and walked straight to him.

Nop said without bothering to go near me, but I continued to follow him until the chain began to tighten.

Even though I knew in my heart that the chances of him helping me were small, I wanted to try my best.

That was all he said and immediately closed the door to my face.

I cursed angrily. I went back to the foot of the bed. I looked at

the bed linens that was placed neatly by the corner.

I exclaimed as I sat down

on the bed and questioned him in my mind.

What am I doing here?! Vegas, that bastard! What's good about his life?! He was only good-looking, but everything else was awful! I kept thinking and looking around the room where everything was kept.

Keep it organized and tidy, huh? If I didn't, it'll probably make Vegas erupt again. He must really be a perfectionist. If he saw something he didn't like, he'd probably go insane like a crazy person. Huh, it must be like that.

So I managed to go and re-arrange all the books on the shelves. I took

everything from its place and put them all in disarray. And the clothes inside the wardrobe, I'm going to tear them all apart until nothing's left. Just wait and see!

I stared at my masterpiece with a proud smile. His room! It was all a mess. The clothes in the closet were spilling out, all colors mixed in together. The bed linens were all crumpled. Wait and see, he's going to come back and go insane.

Haha! He'll make a grumpy face and the blood vessels in his brain will burst. After that, he'll go rampant. After the rampage, he'll...

Shit! What the hell am I doing?! Why would I want him to be upset? I'm the

one who's going to get doomed. Damn! You're stupid, Pete! Geez!

20 minutes later, I had went and finally put everything back in its place.

Dammit! Now I was twice as tired. All I had to do was follow him so he'd get

bored. If he was upset, he'd want to beat up Pete. Don't play his game!

The whole day I spent every minute tidying the room for him! If there was a ruler so I could measure how precise everything would be, I'd use it this minute! I lay on bed in exhaustion. Making it all messy was easy. Why was it so hard to clean it all up?

Screech~ The sound of the bedroom door being opened. I was startled, then I sat up and leaned my head against the bed's headboard.

Vegas talked to his phone and casually

placed a tray of food on the sofa. I started to look left and right, my body's movement were automatic. I was so paranoid that it couldn't be controlled.

After he hung up, Vegas cursed out loud.

I remained silent, staring fearfully at his actions.

The bastard Vegas looked at me.

That just made my spine tingle instantly.

I sat still, not daring to move. Every part of my body tensed up until they

were almost cramping.

Vegas repeated his words, raising his voice.

I followed my plan in my head. I didn't argue, didn't resist, didn't speak or demand anything. It was easy to do. Even though I looked somewhat reluctant, I tried to make my face look normal as possible.

I sat down on the sofa and turned my head to him so he could feed me.

Fish steak with vegetable salad. Oh, why was it always like this?! I've been

here for a long time. My figure is slimmer now for sure. Each meal I had was like a serving for ants!

Said Vegas in a flat tone as he constantly brought the

food to my mouth. I ate the food without caring about it.

Afterwards, the bastard Vegas went to grab a towel and headed straight to the bathroom. Seeing that, I was relieved and I let out a huge sigh. Well, today was easier. Otherwise, I would surely die.

I placed the dish on the table and didn't forget to spray the air freshener. I'll do whatever it takes to not make him upset. I was lazy, hurt, and tired! The bastard Vegas came out and wore his clothes, drying his hair with the towel. I was on the bed with his gaze also on me. I pretended I didn't notice and kept reading. I found a book and got it from Vegas' room to read so I could ease my boredom! Most of the books were obnoxiously in English. I couldn't read

them. The book I was reading was about the philosophy of life. After reading it, I had a lot of determination, damn!

I bluntly replied. I really didn't like reading at all, but was there anything

else in this room for me to do? I now understand what it's like for prisoners.

Vegas headed out of the room and walked back in with a laptop. He arranged a few books on the sofa table and then turned on his laptop. I didn't know what he was typing.

Vegas called me, so I put down the book and naively walked towards him.

I stood up and raised an eyebrow as if asking what was going on.

Said Vegas, pulling my arm down to make me sit next to him on the sofa, placing his hand on my forehead. Shit! I'm nervous.

Vegas frowned, looking at me in

amazement.

I pretended to look at the table instead.

Vegas looked up at me in

disbelief. He stared at me like I was a weirdo. So I looked back and gave him a small smile.

Even though I wanted to scream at him, I wouldn't dare to

say it. I couldn't speak or else he'd hit me again.

My voice got a little higher so I adjusted it to sound as

normal as possible.

My face paled as soon as he finished speaking. This freak! What kind of help did he mean? He was being too vague.

I jumped up suddenly, surprised.

I pursed my lips tightly because I accidentally opened my mouth. Dammit! If I yelled at him again, oh god! I was so confused. But I was relieved that he asked for help--real help--and not what I was thinking.

I gritted my teeth as I thought to myself. Why don't you ask your younger brother for help? Why does it have to be me? But I have to do it...

I said hoarsely. Vegas still had a surprised face. But when I saw

the laptop placed in front of me, my eyes immediately lit up. I could sneakily use my Facebook and chat someone for help.

I sighed deeply. This lion knows everything. I sat down on the floor to make myself levelled with the laptop so I could type on it and leaned my back against the sofa.

I sat with Vegas, typing with difficulty because it was all in English. Fuck! If I

typed it wrong, he might lash out on me. I had to survive first.

I tilted my head and looked up at Vegas who was staring at me.

Our eyes met for a moment. I didn't know why he was looking at me, but it made me pause for a moment. I quickly turned around and continued typing.

Pete, concentrate and focus on the file in front of you as much as possible.1

Vegas had been really busy these days. I saw that he had read a lot of books and had to make time to highlight the words I would type. It wasn't enough! I could see him talking to his friends on the phone almost every ten minutes. It felt the same back with Boss Kinn and Boss Kim when they were busy during

exams.

Also when Khun had to take an exam, Arm, Pol, and I had to take turns reading aloud for him in the morning, noon, and evening. Even during his bedtime, meals, or when he's taking a shower, I had to yell the contents of his books line by line to make him remember everything in his brain. When I went to work for the major clan, he was already acting like a four-year-old. Otherwise, he would have been a lot smarter.

I was startled in surprise when Vegas leaned closer to me and used my finger to press the keyboard, scrolling through the screen. I caught a glimpse of Vegas which made my heart began to pulsate. A familiar smell wafted to my nose, automatically forming fear in me.

I tilted my head slightly to distance myself a little from Vegas.

He nodded in response and then pulled away from me.

Vegas replied in a normal tone. He turned his attention back to the

book in his hand.

Shit! Why am I so nervous today? It was almost as if I was talking to the

normal Vegas who I met before in my daily life. But now, I wasn't used to it at all. It felt weird and uncomfortable.

After a while, everything was shrouded in silence. The only sounds were from me typing on the keyboard and the sound of book pages being flipped by Vegas. I only focused and concentrated on the screen. I kept repeating the words to avoid making mistakes. I worked as hard as I could because now, I was pretty relieved that Vegas wasn't as cruel and rampant as he used to. But

then...

Suddenly, Vegas' slender finger approached me and gently stroked the corner of my mouth. I was slightly taken aback by his behavior before I turned to look at him who was lying on the sofa. His eyes stared at me with intensity.

Vegas asked me softly. His finger continued to circle around

the corners of my mouth and towards the sides of my cheeks. I wanted to yell at him that it hurts. The wound on the corner of my mouth still stung. And on my cheek, there was still a faint trace of his palm.

I didn't dare to say too much because I didn't know what I might say.

Vegas pulled his hand away from my face and placed it back against the back of his head. He returned his gaze to continue staring at his book, and I was shocked!

Damn! I'm not used to this. I'm not familiar with the person he was showing to me. The hell?! Spit out the devil inside you, Vegas! But wait! Never mind, don't spit it. Eat it, swallow it, let it die, and don't let it come out again. Amen!

I went back to focusing on my work, feeling lost, dazed, and confused for a

while. But I still tried to remember my goal. Wait and see. If he tells me to go left, I'll go left. Tell me to go right and I'll go right! I'll endure it! He'll be

surprised until he'll have no fun at all, that idiot.

I turned my attention back to the words and typed it in. But the longer it got, the hungrier I was. There wasn't a single grain of rice in my stomach, dammit!

Should I go tell Vegas? Would he feel pity for me? I'll ask if it's okay. Maybe I'll ask if there's anything to eat in the house? It was already late at night so,

wasn't he hungry? Would that even work? Argh! Let's just do it.

I quarreled with my thoughts for a while before gathering the courage to turn to him and open my mouth to ask for something to eat.

Vegas fell asleep. His book was now on his chest and his eyes were

closed. He breathed in and out, and a loud snore resounded.

He must be tired. Good! I only had two lines left to type and I'll go to bed, too.

Sigh~ I was relieved for one more day. I survived today! I quickly finished

typing Vegas' report and folded down the laptop screen. I went to bed and

snuggled under the blanket. It was so cold! The bedroom almost felt like a

coffin from how cold it was. I turned to turn off the bedside light.

But... Is Vegas going to be cold? I glanced at him to see him lying in the same position without moving. He was just wearing his black satin pajamas and nothing else was covering him. Good! I hope he freezes to death! Should I lower the temperature even more? Should I make it so cold he would die?

In the end, I turned off the light and laid myself down comfortably. I closed my eyes, and I was prepared to relax and ignore him!

I opened my eyes and turned on the bedside light again when I heard Vegas talking in his sleep. From what I know, he was speaking his true thoughts and feelings. He sounded so lonely and needed someone to protect him. I understood that feeling; people who demanded for attention and craved for love.

But don't think that I'll take pity or sympathy for him! I completely hate him! Maybe I should walk over and whisper in his ear and say, 'This is dad'? Oh, no, no, no. I'm starting to think like Tankhun now.

I thought for a long time before I got out of bed again. This time, I'll act like a good person! If I put a blanket to cover him, maybe he'll be grateful once he wakes up? Maybe he'll stop yelling at me. Because in this room, there was only me with him. Maybe he'll appreciate me for that. Hmm...

I'm really worried about how he'd feel. But he might see how good I am and then he'll say, 'I can release the chain for you. You're so nice, go back to your normal life and follow it!'

That's right! You're a good person, Pete! Keep on going!

I went to grab a blanket from the closet and managed to cover up Vegas' body with it. Hehe, I'm really nice. I should better go to sleep now. I lied down again and turned off the lights once more. Good night to myself who didn't have to worry about anything for today! That was really great!

... ... ...

The next morning, I lived my life as usual. When I woke up, Vegas was

nowhere to be found. I carried the neatly folded blankets and placed them on the bed. He must have went to his exam. It was good that I didn't wake up to see his face.

Disappointingly annoying! Then I spent my life walking in circles,

showering, sitting on the bed, and figuring out how to pry the chain out of my wrist. I haven't given up on this yet. This bastard chain, I want to break it up or rub it off with soap.

What brand is this?! It's so hard to get off!