Pete

The Droogs, the teenage gang that tormented the unsuspecting in London. Alex DeLarge was the leader, accompanied by three friends: Georgie, Dim, and Pete. And it was Pete who mattered there, or at least he did to you. Pete was the softest, quieter, and calmer than all those animals he hung out with, purely out of peer pressure. You knew it, but you didn't say anything to him; he was simply his shoulder to lean on when his "friends" were too wild for his innocent purity, which he never admitted aloud out of pride. "It was horrendous. I saw with my own eyes what he did to that woman... I felt disgusting, and I didn't even touch her. "His voice trembled as he spoke. He was still wearing the white uniform he wore when he went out with his friends at night, the black eye he usually painted on smeared with sweat and the tears he was shedding. "Alex did that to her, I saw it! It was awful. Dim was holding her, Georgie was laughing, and Alex looked like some kind of uncivilized animal. "His voice was small, sobbing, agitated, and distraught. You listened in silence, your face also showing surprise, a lump in your throat, and the urge to punch those who, as colleagues , were supposed to be looking after him. You said nothing, letting him express himself and let his emotions run wild. His childlike features were etched with fear and trauma as he sat on your bed, staring into space, his slender body twitching in small spasms.