PITBABE - ENGLISH - Chapter 38: Chapter 38
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This time it was worse than when they fought.
The bedroom was so familiar. The curtains were almost completely closed, even though it was now daytime and the sun was shining. There was bright light outside, but it didn't reach the room because the owner deliberately closed the curtains. The owner wasn't ready to welcome in any bright light.
Babe was sitting on the floor, next to his bed, with his back facing the side of the bed and his head resting on the drawer, as if he didn't have the strength to support himself. His current condition was no different from used clothes that had been completely transformed into rags. Even though his body was wrapped in expensive cloth, it didn't make him feel any different from a rag.
The skinny alpha sat with one leg raised and one hand resting on his knee. Babe held one of the gloves. The black gloves actually weren't that old, but they were no longer usable. It was torn and there were burn marks. The wrist, which previously had the letter C embroidered with white thread, had turned dark brown, because the owner had not taken care of it as well as he had promised.
It was Alan who gave it to him when he checked on Charlie in the treatment room. At that time, Babe didn't go to see Charlie's condition in the morgue. He just wanted to see if the stupid kid was ready to wake up and greet him. If he just laid there like that, Babe would've preferred not to come in.
Until now, Babe still couldn't believe this happened to him. Loving someone this much was strange and painful enough. Babe never imagined himself being so crazy about someone that he would want to spend his life with that person for as long as possible. As hard as it may have been, this wasn't actually the picture he had dreamed of, but it had happened, and it had also happened to someone he couldn't have imagined. That was the story of someone named Babe. Always surprising.
What was more unexpected was his own fate. Fate was never on his side and always created bad jokes to bully him. Every time he thought that things would get better, bad luck would always hold him back. He was afraid of accidentally becoming too happy, especially anything more than that. People like PitBabe deserved it. Even though the threshold for normal people was relatively low, it was still too much for him.
Everything had always been like this, since the beginning. Whatever he loved, it was always filled with wounds that couldn't be healed as easily as when he only loved himself. He disobeyed fate by becoming number one, and one day fate would come back to get him. The day he started to love someone as much as he loved himself, that person would become the target of a new fate. Instead of being a helper, when the person was hurt, it would hurt the other person more than it hurt themselves. That day, he realized that he had fallen into a hole he shouldn't have fallen into.
Falling in love with Charlie was an accident that made him feel the luckiest, but also brought him the most pain.
A trembling voice slowly pulled Babe out of the whirlwind he had been in for hours these days. The owner of the figure turned towards the voice with a tired expression. He didn't have the strength to respond in any way.
But the sound came from Charlie's cellphone that he'd plugged in to charge the battery, and he felt like he had a little energy.
Is it just an automated message?
A slender hand reached out and took the phone with a broken screen, unplugged the charging cable, and held it up in front of his face. However, it seemed he couldn't use the face unlock system because the front camera was damaged so he replaced it by using a code. The world's stupidest six digit code was created by the world's stupidest kid, but no matter how many times he cursed it, the stupid kid never changed the code.
Why would someone choose a code that was only the number five? He couldn't understand. Babe pressed the five six times, then the preset security system deactivated and the familiar background image appeared. The alpha had to take a deep breath, trying to force himself not to cry. He shouldn't cry just because he looked at the picture of him and the child again, and thought that he would have to get through that someday.
But why was it so difficult? Why did just seeing how happy they were smiling in that photo make him feel this much pain?
Was it because he regretted the past?
Or was it because he regretted that he would never get the chance to take a photo like that again?
Invading other people's personal space wasn't a good thing, even if that person was your lover or even if they'd passed away, but he had to make an exception in Charlie's case, and hoped the kid would understand that he couldn't just let this happen without investigating the truth further. Whatever happened, Babe definitely knew whose doing this was. He already had a suspect in mind.
However, rushing in empty-handed wasn't a good idea. Apart from not getting anything in return, he might get himself into trouble. Therefore, he had to try to stay calm and gather as much evidence as possible.
He wasn't sure if there was anything on the phone that could provide a clue. However, it was something Charlie carried with him at all times, so perhaps there was something that could help determine the culprit.
Babe carefully checked the list of incoming and outgoing calls, and the result was that ninety percent were his own number, and the rest were Alan, Jeff, and the rest of the team. One could say that Charlie rarely contacted people he didn't know. He found it a little strange that there was no anonymous number at all, but another part of Babe thought that maybe it wasn't that strange for someone like Charlie to spend all day with him and only be interested in his own business to the point where he wasn't interested and didn't have time to think about other things. Therefore, it was possible that the history of incoming and outgoing calls on this cell phone seemed boring and there was nothing suspicious at all.
The next section to look at was the applications that Charlie usually used. At first, he was slightly hopeful that he would find some clues, but in the end, there was nothing. The chat pinned at the top was Babe's own name. Charlie listed his name as "Babe" along with a white heart emoji. He didn't know whether the name was on purpose, or if it was the babe that meant 'Dear', but whatever the intention, the end result was the same; Charlie always opened and read those messages first.
Apart from Babe's chat, there was Alan, Jeff, and the rest of the team. There was nothing strange about Earth and Sonic, and texts about health studies and other general things were from Jeff. When talking about cars and racing, Charlie often asked Alan about his driving techniques, followed by Alan who just found out that Charlie also asked about other small things. For example, when choosing between an amusement park or an Italian restaurant for a date, Alan said he wasn't sure, but he guessed probably a restaurant, since Babe didn't really like doing things that kids liked. As for Charlie's answer, it was so charming and funny that Babe didn't even know when the tears came out.
[Charlie : I'd rather take Babe to a restaurant first. Then take him to an amusement park. In my opinion, if he went alone, he wouldn't think of going to an amusement park. But if I invite P'Babe, he will go. He loves me. 55555]
If it were before, Babe probably would've pursed his lips and rolled his eyes when Charlie said something like this, but now he was very happy that Charlie responded to Alan like that. Babe was happy that at least the boy knew how much he loved him, and was happy that Charlie could tell someone else that he would. Babe was able to do not-so-great things because he loved the big man so much that he had no hesitation in doing things he'd never done before, just because it was an activity he wanted to do with his lover.
At the same time, it was a shame that Babe didn't have the opportunity to go on a date to an Italian restaurant or amusement park like Charlie had planned, even though the boy was very sure that they would actually go together.
Apart from chatting about cars and himself, Alan also sent photos of Bobo. Charlie really liked Alan's dog. On a good day, he would greet him and tell him to take Bobo's photo so he could see it. Every time he stopped by Alan's house, he would sit and play with him for a long time. Babe secretly thought about whether he wanted to buy a dog for Charlie to keep. On second thought, the condo wasn't suitable for keeping a large dog, so that idea had to be put on hold for the time being. Babe thought he would consider it again when he had a chance to buy a house with enough space for a big dog to run and play, but now, maybe that wasn't necessary anymore. Without Charlie around, he didn't want to raise anything anymore.
Babe gently wiped his tears and exited the chat after looking around, but he couldn't find anything. Right now he couldn't think of anything other than trying to click on the gallery and take a look. He wasn't too surprised that there were tens of thousands of photos there, because Charlie liked to take lots of photos and videos. Whenever he got the chance, he would take out his phone and take pictures and videos. There were neatly sorted albums that included photos and videos of the car he took while driving, so he could see what his driving was like and what needed to be repaired. These albums weren't as impressive as the albums that featured Babe's face on the preview page and were named with a single white heart above them. Under the name were a total of 3,896 photos and videos arranged in albums.
As soon as he clicked to see it, Babe couldn't bear to watch it any longer. The thin alpha lowered his head until his chin touched his chest, and then shouted. Even though he had tried to stop being weak like this, he couldn't do it, because no matter what happened to the child, he was always ready to cry. Especially when he thought of how much Charlie had given him in the past, the guiltier he felt. He'd thought many times that it wasn't that important.
He continued to scold the child who liked to play on his cellphone while eating. He only found out today that Charlie took pictures of every meal he ate. The photos were in the same pose of him sitting holding a fork and spoon with a plate of rice in front of him, and the food on the plate kept changing. Most of the backgrounds were of the dining table in this room, the restaurant, Alan's house, or the race track. These photos were nothing, just showing what he ate at each meal, but Charlie kept them all the time.
Apart from eating photos, there are also photos of other poses that Babe had never known about. Charlie secretly took so many of them; when he was driving, when they were watching movies together in the bedroom, and when he was sleeping on his shoulder. Even pictures of the movies they'd watched together. Charlie kept them all. When Babe had asked Charlie what pictures he took, he'd simply answered that it was just the movie tickets, but Charlie always smiled while answering that it wasn't just a movie - it was a movie they'd watched together.
["The first pair of gloves P'Babe bought me..."]
Another tear started flowing again when he scrolled down and found a video. Just hearing the first sentence, he almost couldn't stand it. The new glove on Charlie's hand was the same glove he was holding, but the conditions were very different. He knew that Charlie had always taken good care of everything he had given him, both the car and this pair of gloves. The boy had taken good care of him. But now everything was gone, and the car he loved was just scraps of metal. This guy's gloves were no different from new pieces of cloth. His computer desk was still good, but he didn't know who would sit and use it again because he wasn't the type to like it.
["The word C comes from the word Charlie, which means there is only one pair of gloves in the world, and they belong to Charlie."]
Babe looked at the glove he was holding and screamed, not knowing what to do. He didn't know how this kind of pain could go away. Everyone said it would take time and that one day It would get better, but right now he couldn't imagine when he would get better again. Was it impossible for him to stay like this his whole life? The only thing that could make him stop crying was for his feet to step back and come to meet him, and if that happened then he would stop crying.
If time truly healed him one day, what would happen next? Would he not miss Charlie anymore? No, how could it be like that? The child would cry until the world flooded if he found out that he didn't miss him anymore. Or did that mean he could love someone else?
It felt even more impossible than the first story because just loving someone was already very difficult for someone like him, who only really understood the word love at the age of thirty-one. So, it was probably impossible.
Now that he'd found someone who made him want to open his heart again, if Babe knew that losing someone he loved again would hurt to death like this, would he dare to love again?
For the current Babe, Charlie alone was more than enough. He didn't think he would ever love anyone again.
"Charlie..." Babe called the boy's name in a shaky voice. His hands tightened the old gloves and he looked at the cute face of the boy smiling brightly on the phone screen.
"I really don't know how to live without you, so can you come back?
"I promise you, I won't be rude and I won't be angry with you at all.
"Can you come back?"
Babe's voice sounded muffled because his nose was completely blocked. He was still struggling to breathe. The skinny alpha was crying and talking alone like he was crazy. He really couldn't stop it. He had a lot of things he wanted to tell Charlie, but there was no other way to talk to the child.
"P'Babe still loves you... P'Babe can do better than this."
He pressed his face into Charlie's gloves and sobbed, as if crying for the past few days still hadn't helped relieve the discomfort.
"Can't you come back and love me more?
"I promise I will love you better than this. I promise.
"Charlie...Are you here?"
Babe never even believed that there was a soul in this world. But now, he was so desperate that he begged for mercy from something he never believed in. As long as he knew that Charlie hadn't really disappeared forever, he was ready to believe.
"May I hug you?" The skinny racer knelt down and hugged his knees while crying, leaving behind an elegant and stunning image of the number one racer that was the envy of everyone.
Now all that was left was Babe who didn't even have the strength to stand on his own
"I really can't, Charlie... I can't go on like this anymore."
Babe cried with his head bowed, exhausted. The more he cried, the more tired he became. There was no other way; other than crying, he didn't know how to express the feelings that were oppressing him at the moment, because no matter how difficult the storm he encountered was, there'd never been a storm so big that it made him this tired. This time, he saw no signs of how he would get through this cruel time.
As he sat there crying, the doorbell suddenly rang. The owner of the figure who was sitting with his face buried in his knees looked up in confusion. He didn't think anyone would come to talk to him at this time, because everyone knew that he wasn't ready to face anyone yet.
The alpha raised his hand to casually wipe away his tears before getting up and walking out of the room towards the front door. He felt both confused and excited because he thought it might be Jeff or Alan coming to break the news about Charlie's investigation, which was possible... Now the police had more evidence.
Babe hurriedly unlocked the door and opened it. When he saw the person standing in front of the door, he immediately slammed the door shut in front of the person's face.
"Babe, wait a minute! "
"What are you doing?" The room owner asked in an annoyed tone. "Didn't I tell you not to show your face anymore?"
"Babe..."
"Go back, I don't feel like arguing with you right now."
After saying that, Babe started to walk away, but the person outside banged on the door impatiently, as if he really wanted to talk. From what he saw earlier, the tall figure came wearing an all black suit. Babe suspected Way might've gone to Charlie's grave after they all got back. His feet stopped where they were and refused to leave like they were supposed to.
"I know you don't want to see my face again, but there's something I want to talk to you about." Way said in a pleading tone, a much more sympathetic plea than before, even though he didn't want to sympathize with him at all.
"But there's nothing to talk about. You've said everything."
"I know that. There's nothing to argue about. It's my own fault and I won't apologize."
"Then why did you come back here?"
"I want to talk about Charlie."
Babe's breath stopped for a moment when he heard that, suddenly he remembered the anger at the person who had been by his side. Way still dared to appear in front of him after what had just happened with Charlie, but another part of him thought that Way might know something, because after leaving the team, Way returned to his house and followed the old man's orders as usual.
Maybe he could make use of the information the other party had. Sometimes, even if it meant having to get into trouble with someone he hated again, he didn't care as long as he could take care of the person who dared to take Charlie from him. He thought, he didn't mind whatever method it took.
The previously locked door slowly opened, allowing the two of them to see each other's faces clearly. Way seemed quite worried when he saw Babe's puffy red eyes and wet cheeks. Way knew before he rang the doorbell, Babe would be crying.
"How do I know that you won't come back to trick me again?" Babe asked harshly, looking into Way's eyes as if searching for something wrong.
"You don't have to believe me. Just imagine if I were still doing it now, I probably wouldn't be able to stop myself." Way answered with a serious expression. Babe still wasn't sure how much he could trust the other party. Maybe he should believe half of it and think of a backup plan to use again for his own safety.
"I know you want to know who did it."
"So you didn't do it? Why are you acting like a hero again?"
"If you say that my father did it, that might be true, but for sure this time he didn't tell me anything."
"Even though you moved back in with him? If I believed that, I would be stupid!"
"Pa doesn't trust me like before," Way said in a deep voice. He accidentally stepped closer to Babe, but he had to stop when he saw Babe was backing away and automatically pulled the door to cover himself. It wasn't just his father who didn't believe him. Babe did the same thing.
"Is that why you're trying to sell me news?"
"No," the tall young man weakly denied before trying to explain further.
"I feel guilty for what I did to you. And what's more, knowing about Charlie, do you think he would let you stay here? It's true that I did everything very badly before, but I never wanted anyone to die."
Babe fell silent hearing the words of the evil man who had betrayed him in cold blood. He didn't want to believe a word of what this person said. But, he didn't know why, but he wanted to know the real reason why Way came to him. Maybe he did have important information that could help him.
"Wait downstairs at the coffee shop," Babe said, his voice weak. Even though he wanted information from Way, he wasn't foolish enough to let someone who was thinking of doing something dirty to him into the room alone. At least in a coffee shop, there would be people coming in and out all the time, and it seemed safer. He wouldn't take the risk a second time.
"Okay." Way nodded lightly with a relieved expression on his face that at least Babe gave him a chance to do something.
"Then, I'll go down and wait below."
"Um, I want to change clothes first. I'll catch up with you later."
"Do you want me to order something for you? Americano?"
"Do you think I will eat what you ordered?" That was all Babe said before immediately closing the door in Way's face, causing the rejected person to sigh. He tried to calm himself down, knowing it wasn't Babe's fault for doing that to him.
For a bad guy like him, that treatment... wasn't even much...
"I'll come back tomorrow and pick you up."
Jeff nodded as he got out before closing the luxury car door and waving at the driver.
The driver gently motioned that he could go. The old man seemed reluctant to let him out in front of this quiet alley, but he knew that he couldn't say too much, because if he did, Jeff wouldn't let him drive him anymore. In the end, the man called Uncle had to give up.
The little omega looked at the beautiful supercar that slowly drove away until it was out of sight, then turned and walked straight into a small alley. There were only a few houses along the road. Further along, there were trees lining both sides of the road which looked more like a private area. Even though it looked a bit quiet because it was almost pitch black now, Jeff didn't feel too afraid, because after he pushed the gate open, there was nothing scary anymore.
When he saw the large, tall fence in front of him, Jeff walked about another five hundred meters before he saw a medium-sized house located in the middle of a garden, which was encircled by tall trees. The surrounding area was full of ornamental plants and flowers. It seemed quite shady, but still comfortable to live in. He walked towards the front door of the house, raised a slender finger to press the doorbell twice, then stepped back. He looked away from the door slightly and glanced around with interest. A few seconds later, the door in front of him was opened by an old man who smiled kindly as if he was waiting for him.
"I didn't think you could find the house; come in," the old man invited kindly, so Jeff smiled in response, bowed his head slightly, and followed into the house, looking a little nervous at the novelty. The place was unfamiliar to him and the decorations looked strange.
"This way..." the kind old man beckoned to Jeff as he walked straight into the house, passing through arched doors and light cream curtains before finding a room. The central room of the house, which reminded him of a warm rabbit's house in a story he had read, looked more like a house than the mansion.
"Kid, someone is looking for you..."
The exclamation of the slightly trembling voice of the old man caused the person lying on the sofa with his legs outstretched to immediately jump up, not paying attention to the arm that was in a cast.
"How is P'Babe?"
Instead of asking about how the trip was, the fool wagged his tail and asked about people who weren't here, and looked like a dog worried about its owner.
"Is he still crying? Has he eaten anything?"
After all, a dog will always be a dog.
This time it was worse than when they fought.
The bedroom was so familiar. The curtains were almost completely closed, even though it was now daytime and the sun was shining. There was bright light outside, but it didn't reach the room because the owner deliberately closed the curtains. The owner wasn't ready to welcome in any bright light.
Babe was sitting on the floor, next to his bed, with his back facing the side of the bed and his head resting on the drawer, as if he didn't have the strength to support himself. His current condition was no different from used clothes that had been completely transformed into rags. Even though his body was wrapped in expensive cloth, it didn't make him feel any different from a rag.
The skinny alpha sat with one leg raised and one hand resting on his knee. Babe held one of the gloves. The black gloves actually weren't that old, but they were no longer usable. It was torn and there were burn marks. The wrist, which previously had the letter C embroidered with white thread, had turned dark brown, because the owner had not taken care of it as well as he had promised.
It was Alan who gave it to him when he checked on Charlie in the treatment room. At that time, Babe didn't go to see Charlie's condition in the morgue. He just wanted to see if the stupid kid was ready to wake up and greet him. If he just laid there like that, Babe would've preferred not to come in.
Until now, Babe still couldn't believe this happened to him. Loving someone this much was strange and painful enough. Babe never imagined himself being so crazy about someone that he would want to spend his life with that person for as long as possible. As hard as it may have been, this wasn't actually the picture he had dreamed of, but it had happened, and it had also happened to someone he couldn't have imagined. That was the story of someone named Babe. Always surprising.
What was more unexpected was his own fate. Fate was never on his side and always created bad jokes to bully him. Every time he thought that things would get better, bad luck would always hold him back. He was afraid of accidentally becoming too happy, especially anything more than that. People like PitBabe deserved it. Even though the threshold for normal people was relatively low, it was still too much for him.
Everything had always been like this, since the beginning. Whatever he loved, it was always filled with wounds that couldn't be healed as easily as when he only loved himself. He disobeyed fate by becoming number one, and one day fate would come back to get him. The day he started to love someone as much as he loved himself, that person would become the target of a new fate. Instead of being a helper, when the person was hurt, it would hurt the other person more than it hurt themselves. That day, he realized that he had fallen into a hole he shouldn't have fallen into.
Falling in love with Charlie was an accident that made him feel the luckiest, but also brought him the most pain.
A trembling voice slowly pulled Babe out of the whirlwind he had been in for hours these days. The owner of the figure turned towards the voice with a tired expression. He didn't have the strength to respond in any way.
But the sound came from Charlie's cellphone that he'd plugged in to charge the battery, and he felt like he had a little energy.
Is it just an automated message?
A slender hand reached out and took the phone with a broken screen, unplugged the charging cable, and held it up in front of his face. However, it seemed he couldn't use the face unlock system because the front camera was damaged so he replaced it by using a code. The world's stupidest six digit code was created by the world's stupidest kid, but no matter how many times he cursed it, the stupid kid never changed the code.
Why would someone choose a code that was only the number five? He couldn't understand. Babe pressed the five six times, then the preset security system deactivated and the familiar background image appeared. The alpha had to take a deep breath, trying to force himself not to cry. He shouldn't cry just because he looked at the picture of him and the child again, and thought that he would have to get through that someday.
But why was it so difficult? Why did just seeing how happy they were smiling in that photo make him feel this much pain?
Was it because he regretted the past?
Or was it because he regretted that he would never get the chance to take a photo like that again?
Invading other people's personal space wasn't a good thing, even if that person was your lover or even if they'd passed away, but he had to make an exception in Charlie's case, and hoped the kid would understand that he couldn't just let this happen without investigating the truth further. Whatever happened, Babe definitely knew whose doing this was. He already had a suspect in mind.
However, rushing in empty-handed wasn't a good idea. Apart from not getting anything in return, he might get himself into trouble. Therefore, he had to try to stay calm and gather as much evidence as possible.
He wasn't sure if there was anything on the phone that could provide a clue. However, it was something Charlie carried with him at all times, so perhaps there was something that could help determine the culprit.
Babe carefully checked the list of incoming and outgoing calls, and the result was that ninety percent were his own number, and the rest were Alan, Jeff, and the rest of the team. One could say that Charlie rarely contacted people he didn't know. He found it a little strange that there was no anonymous number at all, but another part of Babe thought that maybe it wasn't that strange for someone like Charlie to spend all day with him and only be interested in his own business to the point where he wasn't interested and didn't have time to think about other things. Therefore, it was possible that the history of incoming and outgoing calls on this cell phone seemed boring and there was nothing suspicious at all.
The next section to look at was the applications that Charlie usually used. At first, he was slightly hopeful that he would find some clues, but in the end, there was nothing. The chat pinned at the top was Babe's own name. Charlie listed his name as "Babe" along with a white heart emoji. He didn't know whether the name was on purpose, or if it was the babe that meant 'Dear', but whatever the intention, the end result was the same; Charlie always opened and read those messages first.
Apart from Babe's chat, there was Alan, Jeff, and the rest of the team. There was nothing strange about Earth and Sonic, and texts about health studies and other general things were from Jeff. When talking about cars and racing, Charlie often asked Alan about his driving techniques, followed by Alan who just found out that Charlie also asked about other small things. For example, when choosing between an amusement park or an Italian restaurant for a date, Alan said he wasn't sure, but he guessed probably a restaurant, since Babe didn't really like doing things that kids liked. As for Charlie's answer, it was so charming and funny that Babe didn't even know when the tears came out.
[Charlie : I'd rather take Babe to a restaurant first. Then take him to an amusement park. In my opinion, if he went alone, he wouldn't think of going to an amusement park. But if I invite P'Babe, he will go. He loves me. 55555]
If it were before, Babe probably would've pursed his lips and rolled his eyes when Charlie said something like this, but now he was very happy that Charlie responded to Alan like that. Babe was happy that at least the boy knew how much he loved him, and was happy that Charlie could tell someone else that he would. Babe was able to do not-so-great things because he loved the big man so much that he had no hesitation in doing things he'd never done before, just because it was an activity he wanted to do with his lover.
At the same time, it was a shame that Babe didn't have the opportunity to go on a date to an Italian restaurant or amusement park like Charlie had planned, even though the boy was very sure that they would actually go together.
Apart from chatting about cars and himself, Alan also sent photos of Bobo. Charlie really liked Alan's dog. On a good day, he would greet him and tell him to take Bobo's photo so he could see it. Every time he stopped by Alan's house, he would sit and play with him for a long time. Babe secretly thought about whether he wanted to buy a dog for Charlie to keep. On second thought, the condo wasn't suitable for keeping a large dog, so that idea had to be put on hold for the time being. Babe thought he would consider it again when he had a chance to buy a house with enough space for a big dog to run and play, but now, maybe that wasn't necessary anymore. Without Charlie around, he didn't want to raise anything anymore.
Babe gently wiped his tears and exited the chat after looking around, but he couldn't find anything. Right now he couldn't think of anything other than trying to click on the gallery and take a look. He wasn't too surprised that there were tens of thousands of photos there, because Charlie liked to take lots of photos and videos. Whenever he got the chance, he would take out his phone and take pictures and videos. There were neatly sorted albums that included photos and videos of the car he took while driving, so he could see what his driving was like and what needed to be repaired. These albums weren't as impressive as the albums that featured Babe's face on the preview page and were named with a single white heart above them. Under the name were a total of 3,896 photos and videos arranged in albums.
As soon as he clicked to see it, Babe couldn't bear to watch it any longer. The thin alpha lowered his head until his chin touched his chest, and then shouted. Even though he had tried to stop being weak like this, he couldn't do it, because no matter what happened to the child, he was always ready to cry. Especially when he thought of how much Charlie had given him in the past, the guiltier he felt. He'd thought many times that it wasn't that important.
He continued to scold the child who liked to play on his cellphone while eating. He only found out today that Charlie took pictures of every meal he ate. The photos were in the same pose of him sitting holding a fork and spoon with a plate of rice in front of him, and the food on the plate kept changing. Most of the backgrounds were of the dining table in this room, the restaurant, Alan's house, or the race track. These photos were nothing, just showing what he ate at each meal, but Charlie kept them all the time.
Apart from eating photos, there are also photos of other poses that Babe had never known about. Charlie secretly took so many of them; when he was driving, when they were watching movies together in the bedroom, and when he was sleeping on his shoulder. Even pictures of the movies they'd watched together. Charlie kept them all. When Babe had asked Charlie what pictures he took, he'd simply answered that it was just the movie tickets, but Charlie always smiled while answering that it wasn't just a movie - it was a movie they'd watched together.
["The first pair of gloves P'Babe bought me..."]
Another tear started flowing again when he scrolled down and found a video. Just hearing the first sentence, he almost couldn't stand it. The new glove on Charlie's hand was the same glove he was holding, but the conditions were very different. He knew that Charlie had always taken good care of everything he had given him, both the car and this pair of gloves. The boy had taken good care of him. But now everything was gone, and the car he loved was just scraps of metal. This guy's gloves were no different from new pieces of cloth. His computer desk was still good, but he didn't know who would sit and use it again because he wasn't the type to like it.
["The word C comes from the word Charlie, which means there is only one pair of gloves in the world, and they belong to Charlie."]
Babe looked at the glove he was holding and screamed, not knowing what to do. He didn't know how this kind of pain could go away. Everyone said it would take time and that one day It would get better, but right now he couldn't imagine when he would get better again. Was it impossible for him to stay like this his whole life? The only thing that could make him stop crying was for his feet to step back and come to meet him, and if that happened then he would stop crying.
If time truly healed him one day, what would happen next? Would he not miss Charlie anymore? No, how could it be like that? The child would cry until the world flooded if he found out that he didn't miss him anymore. Or did that mean he could love someone else?
It felt even more impossible than the first story because just loving someone was already very difficult for someone like him, who only really understood the word love at the age of thirty-one. So, it was probably impossible.
Now that he'd found someone who made him want to open his heart again, if Babe knew that losing someone he loved again would hurt to death like this, would he dare to love again?
For the current Babe, Charlie alone was more than enough. He didn't think he would ever love anyone again.
"Charlie..." Babe called the boy's name in a shaky voice. His hands tightened the old gloves and he looked at the cute face of the boy smiling brightly on the phone screen.
"I really don't know how to live without you, so can you come back?
"I promise you, I won't be rude and I won't be angry with you at all.
"Can you come back?"
Babe's voice sounded muffled because his nose was completely blocked. He was still struggling to breathe. The skinny alpha was crying and talking alone like he was crazy. He really couldn't stop it. He had a lot of things he wanted to tell Charlie, but there was no other way to talk to the child.
"P'Babe still loves you... P'Babe can do better than this."
He pressed his face into Charlie's gloves and sobbed, as if crying for the past few days still hadn't helped relieve the discomfort.
"Can't you come back and love me more?
"I promise I will love you better than this. I promise.
"Charlie...Are you here?"
Babe never even believed that there was a soul in this world. But now, he was so desperate that he begged for mercy from something he never believed in. As long as he knew that Charlie hadn't really disappeared forever, he was ready to believe.
"May I hug you?" The skinny racer knelt down and hugged his knees while crying, leaving behind an elegant and stunning image of the number one racer that was the envy of everyone.
Now all that was left was Babe who didn't even have the strength to stand on his own
"I really can't, Charlie... I can't go on like this anymore."
Babe cried with his head bowed, exhausted. The more he cried, the more tired he became. There was no other way; other than crying, he didn't know how to express the feelings that were oppressing him at the moment, because no matter how difficult the storm he encountered was, there'd never been a storm so big that it made him this tired. This time, he saw no signs of how he would get through this cruel time.
As he sat there crying, the doorbell suddenly rang. The owner of the figure who was sitting with his face buried in his knees looked up in confusion. He didn't think anyone would come to talk to him at this time, because everyone knew that he wasn't ready to face anyone yet.
The alpha raised his hand to casually wipe away his tears before getting up and walking out of the room towards the front door. He felt both confused and excited because he thought it might be Jeff or Alan coming to break the news about Charlie's investigation, which was possible... Now the police had more evidence.
Babe hurriedly unlocked the door and opened it. When he saw the person standing in front of the door, he immediately slammed the door shut in front of the person's face.
"Babe, wait a minute! "
"What are you doing?" The room owner asked in an annoyed tone. "Didn't I tell you not to show your face anymore?"
"Babe..."
"Go back, I don't feel like arguing with you right now."
After saying that, Babe started to walk away, but the person outside banged on the door impatiently, as if he really wanted to talk. From what he saw earlier, the tall figure came wearing an all black suit. Babe suspected Way might've gone to Charlie's grave after they all got back. His feet stopped where they were and refused to leave like they were supposed to.
"I know you don't want to see my face again, but there's something I want to talk to you about." Way said in a pleading tone, a much more sympathetic plea than before, even though he didn't want to sympathize with him at all.
"But there's nothing to talk about. You've said everything."
"I know that. There's nothing to argue about. It's my own fault and I won't apologize."
"Then why did you come back here?"
"I want to talk about Charlie."
Babe's breath stopped for a moment when he heard that, suddenly he remembered the anger at the person who had been by his side. Way still dared to appear in front of him after what had just happened with Charlie, but another part of him thought that Way might know something, because after leaving the team, Way returned to his house and followed the old man's orders as usual.
Maybe he could make use of the information the other party had. Sometimes, even if it meant having to get into trouble with someone he hated again, he didn't care as long as he could take care of the person who dared to take Charlie from him. He thought, he didn't mind whatever method it took.
The previously locked door slowly opened, allowing the two of them to see each other's faces clearly. Way seemed quite worried when he saw Babe's puffy red eyes and wet cheeks. Way knew before he rang the doorbell, Babe would be crying.
"How do I know that you won't come back to trick me again?" Babe asked harshly, looking into Way's eyes as if searching for something wrong.
"You don't have to believe me. Just imagine if I were still doing it now, I probably wouldn't be able to stop myself." Way answered with a serious expression. Babe still wasn't sure how much he could trust the other party. Maybe he should believe half of it and think of a backup plan to use again for his own safety.
"I know you want to know who did it."
"So you didn't do it? Why are you acting like a hero again?"
"If you say that my father did it, that might be true, but for sure this time he didn't tell me anything."
"Even though you moved back in with him? If I believed that, I would be stupid!"
"Pa doesn't trust me like before," Way said in a deep voice. He accidentally stepped closer to Babe, but he had to stop when he saw Babe was backing away and automatically pulled the door to cover himself. It wasn't just his father who didn't believe him. Babe did the same thing.
"Is that why you're trying to sell me news?"
"No," the tall young man weakly denied before trying to explain further.
"I feel guilty for what I did to you. And what's more, knowing about Charlie, do you think he would let you stay here? It's true that I did everything very badly before, but I never wanted anyone to die."
Babe fell silent hearing the words of the evil man who had betrayed him in cold blood. He didn't want to believe a word of what this person said. But, he didn't know why, but he wanted to know the real reason why Way came to him. Maybe he did have important information that could help him.
"Wait downstairs at the coffee shop," Babe said, his voice weak. Even though he wanted information from Way, he wasn't foolish enough to let someone who was thinking of doing something dirty to him into the room alone. At least in a coffee shop, there would be people coming in and out all the time, and it seemed safer. He wouldn't take the risk a second time.
"Okay." Way nodded lightly with a relieved expression on his face that at least Babe gave him a chance to do something.
"Then, I'll go down and wait below."
"Um, I want to change clothes first. I'll catch up with you later."
"Do you want me to order something for you? Americano?"
"Do you think I will eat what you ordered?" That was all Babe said before immediately closing the door in Way's face, causing the rejected person to sigh. He tried to calm himself down, knowing it wasn't Babe's fault for doing that to him.
For a bad guy like him, that treatment... wasn't even much...
"I'll come back tomorrow and pick you up."
Jeff nodded as he got out before closing the luxury car door and waving at the driver.
The driver gently motioned that he could go. The old man seemed reluctant to let him out in front of this quiet alley, but he knew that he couldn't say too much, because if he did, Jeff wouldn't let him drive him anymore. In the end, the man called Uncle had to give up.
The little omega looked at the beautiful supercar that slowly drove away until it was out of sight, then turned and walked straight into a small alley. There were only a few houses along the road. Further along, there were trees lining both sides of the road which looked more like a private area. Even though it looked a bit quiet because it was almost pitch black now, Jeff didn't feel too afraid, because after he pushed the gate open, there was nothing scary anymore.
When he saw the large, tall fence in front of him, Jeff walked about another five hundred meters before he saw a medium-sized house located in the middle of a garden, which was encircled by tall trees. The surrounding area was full of ornamental plants and flowers. It seemed quite shady, but still comfortable to live in. He walked towards the front door of the house, raised a slender finger to press the doorbell twice, then stepped back. He looked away from the door slightly and glanced around with interest. A few seconds later, the door in front of him was opened by an old man who smiled kindly as if he was waiting for him.
"I didn't think you could find the house; come in," the old man invited kindly, so Jeff smiled in response, bowed his head slightly, and followed into the house, looking a little nervous at the novelty. The place was unfamiliar to him and the decorations looked strange.
"This way..." the kind old man beckoned to Jeff as he walked straight into the house, passing through arched doors and light cream curtains before finding a room. The central room of the house, which reminded him of a warm rabbit's house in a story he had read, looked more like a house than the mansion.
"Kid, someone is looking for you..."
The exclamation of the slightly trembling voice of the old man caused the person lying on the sofa with his legs outstretched to immediately jump up, not paying attention to the arm that was in a cast.
"How is P'Babe?"
Instead of asking about how the trip was, the fool wagged his tail and asked about people who weren't here, and looked like a dog worried about its owner.
"Is he still crying? Has he eaten anything?"
After all, a dog will always be a dog.
End of PITBABE - ENGLISH Chapter 38. Continue reading Chapter 39 or return to PITBABE - ENGLISH book page.