Hidden omega

HIDDEN OMEGA 7: BREAK

PETE'S POV:

As soon as Porchey fell asleep, I stepped out of the bedroom to check on Porche.

I found him sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of whisky. I pulled the opposite chair out and sat on it. I grabbed a nearby glass and poured myself a glass and took a long sip.

Porsche just sat there, lost in his own world...

"You know, it's a lot better to get it off your chest then to slowly fall into the darkness." I stated calmly taking another sip.

"I know... It just that when I talk about it's some times too much. That's why I just push it deep down so that it doesn't come back up." He replied, shaking away the rising feeling daring to overflow.

I watched had as he downed the remaining whisky in his cup and pour himself some more, watching the clear orange brown liquid slush around the glass cup. A huge sigh left my mouth as I prepared for the deep conversation that was about to occur. I didn't want to do this but this was for Porsche's sake so he won't go down the same pathway that I did. I won't let that happen!

"Okay then. To make this easier for you, let's take turns telling our problems, then taking a shot. Ok?" I said, taking the glass away from porsche' s lips. "Everyone's got to have problem if your working for this industry. Especially with this family!" I said, laughing off the tension.

I started off first, taking a deep breath before i had to open up all my scared wounds angain. "Umm, ok. I don't have parents and... I live with my grandma!" I grabbed my glass and downed the remaining whiskey

Porsche cleared his dried up throat before speaking, "Umm, my parents died and I 'lived' with my uncle." He followed after, bring his glass and downing the burning liquid until there was none left.

"Good!" I said smiling as I watched his face relaxe and he gave me a small smile. "Now... I was abandoned by my parents." I said, taking another shot.

Porsche bobbed his head up and down in a drunk way, the alcohol  "Umm, my parents died and my uncle has a drinking and gambling addiction."

It went back and forth a few times and soon after,Porsche seemed to look a bit more relaxed by our little therapy session going on in the kitchen.

"Now I lived very poorly and took up a dangerous job to get more money."

"I was forced into a dangerous job for more money." Porsche said smiling at our dumb funny reasons for starting this shitty job. I laughed a little and we both took another sip of our whisky.

A strange thought came to mind as I poured more for myself. "Hey Porsche." I said with worry and concern in my voice.

"Yeah, what's up?" His muffled response came, his head down on the table resting on his arms.

"Where'd you get this whisky from?" I questioned, confusion written all over my face.

"Oh, I stole it from kinn' s room when I was in there today." He said slyly, give me one of his devilish grins.

I just shook my head at his childish behaviour and drank the whole content in my glass.

After we chatted a bit more about our growing up, we headed to bed where sleep was calling us. Porsche had asked if he could sleep with me but I obviously kicked him up the ass and he sadly walked to the couch and plopped on quickly falling asleep.

I layed in my bed thinking about our therapy session earlier. Porsche was opening up to me about his problems yet I didn't full open up about mine. I felt bad but for me some problems are best kept silent and mine are one of those.