There'll Be Storms (Spanking Story)

Chapter 40

ERYK'S POV:

I took a few deep breaths and calmed myself down enough where I got Charlie to back off. Cody can be so insensitive sometimes, he makes my blood boil every time he has his pissy attitude but I didn't expect him to hit me. He's only done that once and I thought for sure he would never have done it again. I wanted to tell him, I wanted to confide in him so badly but he wouldn't have understood what I wanted. He has too much hate in him. Most of that isn't his fault though, he's still learning to cope with that.

"Here, have some water and try to calm down." Charlie slapped my shoulder. "I'll be out in the garage." He gave a bitter look in that direction.

"Yeah I...I just need some time to think." I took off my jacket and hung it over the back of the chair.

I waited until he exited the kitchen before I sat down at the table and chugged my water. I always thought that Cody was the lucky one, I had to deal with Jeff for five years alone. At least Cody had me around when he got his share of Jeff's outrage.

My heart is thumping and I can hear blood passing through my ears, I looked around and my eyes suddenly pulled focus on Charlie's liquor cabinet. It was above the fridge, so you would barely even notice unless you were directly looking for it. I haven't had a drink in months...I've been drinking since I was 13 and I miss it. Man do I miss the bitter taste of rum and the numbing sensation that takes away the pain.

Glancing back the garage, I could see Charlie's shadow in the window. There's no way he'd notice. I reached up and grabbed a bottle of Dark Rum, one of my old favorites. It was already opened so there was no indication there, I held it to my nose and deeply inhaled a lingering whiff that I've been craving. Looking down, I noticed my hands trembling and then I dropped the bottle. My vision was becoming blurry when I looked down at the shattered bits of glass.

"Eryk? Are you okay?" I could hear Charlie coming from the garage.

In a sudden moment of panic, I got down on my knees and tried to pick up the glass but ended up cutting myself in the process.

"What are you doing?" He asked frantically.

"I...I umm..."

Suddenly, I was hot and sweaty, so hot and sweaty that I stripped off my shirt and went to run my face under cold water. But when I stood up to go to the sink not even ten feet away, the trembling in my hands traveled down to my arms and legs, which left me unsteady. As if it couldn't get any worse, my heart started pounding even faster.

"Listen to me, calm down." Charlie grabbed my hands and sat me down at the table. "It's okay, deep breaths."

I tried taking deep breaths to calm myself, but they were sharp and shallow.

"It's okay, I'm here." He knelt down in front of me and grasped my hands to steady them. "Can I get you anything?"

I felt my heart slowing down, then the pounding in my head stopped but everything was moving slowly.

"W-water please."

He reached inside the fridge and got me another water almost immediately.

"I'm done, I'm fine." I said more confidently this time. "W-what's wrong with me?" I closed my eyes and grabbed my forehead.

"By the looks of it, you had a panic attack. I used to get them in the Army." He stood straight. "What were you doing in my liquor cabinet?"

"I almost...I just wanted something to numb my frustrations. I almost relapsed." In that moment I felt an overwhelming amount of shame hit me as I looked Charlie in the eye and admitted my fault.