Wines And Guns

63.

Kinn tried over and over again to reach for Porsche and to keep holding him. Instead of standing frozen like he did in that room, he went forward and hugged Porsche. And each time Porsche didn't stay with him for long. He always lost him. They might be hallucinations or just dreams but they felt too real to not believe each time. Everytime he saw Porsche infront of him a feeling of relief took over him followed by immediate desperate and worry that Porsche will disappear again and he would reach out towards him. But unfortunately Porsche would either disappear of die horribly in his hands and he would just sit there covered in blood. He didn't know how many hours passed like this before he opened his eyes. Atleast in his dreams and hallucinations he got chances to see and hold Porsche again no matter how many times he lost him but in real life he had lost the only chance he had and along with it he had lost Porsche. At first he couldn't seem to figure out anything in the first 20 minutes but after his vision cleared up a bit he slowly realised that he was in Khun's room. The walls were looking wobbly and his eyes burnt. The headache was severe but so was the confusion about how he got there in the first place.

Thankfully his brother was present in the room when he woke up to clear all his doubts. The expression on Khun's face was a mixture of sadness, fear and disappointment.

"Does papa know?"

"Not yet... What were you thinking Kinn?"

"I don't... I don't know".

He was worried when Arm had informed him that Kinn has called in for one of his old escorts and now it was clear why.

"What do you mean you don't know? Even if I don't tell him papa will find out eventually."

"What time is it?"

"It's 2PM".

His body felt exhausted despite the long sleep he had had. Even in his dreams he was helpless. He knew he had made a mistake that could damage his life permanently and it wasn't the first time he had done something like this. This was like quicksand, if you get in once it'll only drag you down further.

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He had turned towards careless drinking after the incident with Tawan while his father was working hard day and night to find out what information was given away. He couldn't believe that he had just been asked to shoot Tawan like that instead of properly interrogating him on what information he gave away. He wasn't even sure if Tawan was dead. He hadn't seen or heard from him since days. He was supposed to stay with his father at the moment and help him with the work but here he was drinking away like an irresponsible brat. But that wasn't all. On top of the drinking he had been inviting a guy over frequently. His parents didn't question him about anything since they thought the guy was just a friend of his. Well he was a hooker but sex wasn't the reason why Kinn had called him. The guy also knew the best drug network. It wasn't like he couldn't access any drugs with the kind of influence he had but it was sure to be discovered by his father if he did because he had been extra cautious of everything after what had happened.

The drugs used to help him snap out reality quick. He only took small dosages so he could wake up everyday. Another lucky factor was that nobody was really expecting him to be really active anyway after the betrayal he had faced. But that particular night instead of leaving like the boy usually did he sat down beside him instead.

"You know... You've been trying the light stuff for too long now. This is just for simple fun. But today I've got the real magic with me. It's on next level. You should give it a go."

The tone in which the boy spoke was so convincing that he couldn't deny the offer. Plus by now he was a complete addict of sort already. Soon the boy pulled out a box full of syringes and several tiny glass bottles filled with liquid.