My Terror Twin And I

This isn't me

I dragged ben to the kitchen and sat him at the island counter in a black stool.

He had tears welling in his eyes.

"Want a drink?" I asked, pouring myself a glass of Jack Daniels.

"Of that?" He asked as confusion set over his face.

"Yeah" I smiled, sipping easily at my straight liquor.

"Uh sure" ben mumbled, looking down again.

I poured his drink and handed it to him with an awkward smile.

We sipped at our drinks in the most awkward silence ever.

Ben stared down at his intently before letting a single tear drop beside the glass.

"I broke someone" he whispered.

"You did." I said blankly.

I didn't know how to feel, my own personal satan felt bad, I had longed for this day since it first started, but seeing such guilt and self hatred smothering his face made me actually feel bad for him.

Why the hell did I feel bad for him? He made me feel bad every single day.

We sipped at our drinks awkwardly again.

I watched pain twist into him like a dagger as he grimaced.

His actions eating him alive.

"I should go" he mumbled awkwardly, finally releasing the awkward tension that filled the air.

"You don't have to" I smiled

"But I feel fucking terrible." He mumbled again.

" So you should Ben. You tortured me mentally, slowly wearing away at my very being until I was merely a husk of a person" I shuddered.

Ben grimaced again, like a sudden lightening strike of guilt had hit him in the chest.

"I'll go.." He whispered

"But" I continued

"But?" He asked as the confusion washed over his distant face.

"Let me finish. You left me as a husk BUT I'm not the type of person to hold on to a grudge. I have learned to let go of things. You may stay if you wish. We can start again, get to actually know eachother. I only know you as the hurtful being that tormented me for years, you know me as that weak excuse for a human that you tortured. I understand if you wish to keep this evening between us, for your reputation, but you may stay if you wish" I smiled Awkwardly.

Why did I want him to stay so badly?

"I'd like that" ben smiled

"The staying and chatting I mean" he smiled again.

I smiled back at him.

We finished our drinks and I poured us another one.

"Are we getting drunk?" Ben asked as curiosity filled his eyes

"I guess we are" I chuckled, taking a gulp from the bottle

"Impressive" laughed ben

After setting the bottle down I pulled out my cigarettes.

"Want one?" I offered, holding the pack towards ben.

"Inside???" He asked confused

"Yeah it's my house, I own the place" I chuckled

"What really?? What about your parents?" Ben asked, biting his lip incase he'd said something wrong.

"They moved out of town three years ago, decided I should grow up and own a place. I was fifteen " I laughed