Delirium: Crash & Burn

Part XXXVIII

About two weeks later

Cole

It was a dumb idea but I decided that I would go through with it anyway. I had a moment of pure madness, of absolute butt ass crazy insanity. I reasoned with the idea to myself as I drove from the delivery I made. I was 20 minutes early and I had enough time to make a pit stop, I knew he'd still be in the office; he was a workaholic for the duration of my childhood.

I recalled weekends in with mom and Poppy, dad would always be in the office, he was always 'working'. Mom did a good job most of the time and she would only get drunk or high after 8pm, sometimes I would see her teetering in the kitchen struggling to balance and other times I would see her spread across the bathroom floor, passed out in a puddle of vomit or piss or both. She did more than my dad even though it was a poor attempt.

I parked the car at the back where Dario had parked the other day and made my way through the back entrances, this time I didn't wear a mask, I didn't cover up, I didn't need to. I had already lost all sense and I was making stupid decisions all the time, this would either be one of those stupid decisions or one of the greatest moments.

Mid way up the stairs I had to pause, my breath had become erratic and short. I figured after a couple of minutes my body would regulate itself and I would be fine. It took a while longer than expected until my body regained stability. I was conscious that I was running out of time and that my dad might have left at this point. I ruffled my hair with my hands as I walked through the empty open plan office. I took a sharp breath in before entering his room.

His eyes wondered up to meet mine, he wasn't shocked to see me, he wasn't happy to see me either, he held my gaze watching my chest rise and fall as I breathed in and out.

"What are you doing here Cole?"

His voice was monotone and relaxed he didn't even stand up out of his seat to greet me. I examined the room; the office was large and luxurious, there were painting and sculptures everywhere. At the back behind the bar there were three large chairs and a view you could only get from this building. The office overlooked the whole of the bay and the Hollywood sign. The sheer luxury of the room made me feel out of place.

I ignored his question began my own interrogation.

"How long have you been involved in all of this dad?" He didn't answer he just scoffed at my suggestion shaking his head at me.

"Now you're hanging around a bunch of drug dealing puppets you think that you can ask me questions boy?"

At this he stood up, exerting his full height and intimidating posture. Small convulsions travelled down my spine he still terrified me. His piercing green eyes imitated emeralds; he narrowed his gaze at me growling slightly. He hovered closer to me, occupying the distance between us. His hands remained in his trouser pockets. I couldn't help but notice how nice his suit was in comparison to my torn up tattered t-shirt. He stood a few centimetres away from me, he towered over me easily standing at 6'5.

"At what point did you think coming here was a good idea boy?" He spoke over me, his breath laced with whisky and cigars. "You've been gone for so long I had started to forget I had a son, until he crops up at one of my deliveries." He scoffed, tilting his head back laughing.

I couldn't believe that Harrison was envious of me at some point, he would always praise my dad saying he wished he had the same relationship I had with mine, with his. But the honest truth was my dad was a vicious man, a brutal angry one who drank and smoked. When I found out he was involved with Dario and Max my skin crawled knowing he was some what tied to the men who killed Jade, the men who could have killed me and Harrison at that party and he knew about it for all this time.