Page 2 of His to Know


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Huh. I was still in my office. How long had I been attached to the floor?

“Sure, I can,” I slurred. I really fucking liked that idea. My eyes wouldn’t stay focused, so I let them stay slightly open in a half slit.

“Not if I can help it,” Dad said. His voice sounded like it was underwater.

As I forced my eyes open, everything was a blur. Halos appeared around the bright lamp on my desk.

I was beyond drunk.

Shit!

I couldn’t recall the last time I was this drunk. I didn’t think I ever had been. But hey! I couldn’t feel a fucking thing, which was my motive. About time, too.

“Drink,” Dad commanded, pressing something cold into my hands.

Hoping for something strong to keep my emotions at bay, I downed the liquid letting it soothe my parched throat.

“Water?” I asked in disgust. I hadn’t wanted water.

“Yes. Water,” Dad said as though I was a child. “Nothing else. You’ve drunk all the alcohol already. At least it saves me from having to dump it all.”

“Why would you do that?” I asked, my voice weak from lack of use. Or maybe from being overused with all the yelling I’d done too many days in a row. I attempted to stand, but my body fell back into the seat. I wanted to save all my drinks from his hands. I had to have something around here still, somewhere.

Why would he dare throw away my precious alcohol?

“You know why,” Dad deadpanned.

Had I asked my question out loud?

“You took my girl,” I seethed, trying to glare at my father as he moved about in front of me. Well, I think he was moving. There were too many of him to follow whatever he was doing in my office.

“We’ll talk when you are sober, Zach,” he sighed out as though he was tired of my attitude. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“I ain’t going anywhere,” I slurred, letting my head fall against the chair. I refused to go to that room that my wife and I had slept in. I would rather sleep outside than that room ever again.

“Fine,” Dad spoke, not fighting me. Wise choice on his end.

I let my eyes slide closed, too tired to try to fight it. All the whiskey and whatever other alcohol I consumed finally taking full effect.