It was later that night and everyone was asleep except for samantha and I. She was in my room I was in the kitchen drinking my dad's whiskey. If it worked for him maybe it'd work for me. The flashbacks were back and I didn't want to think about them. I had a cup then refilled the whiskey w/ some honey and water. Water to make it look fuller and honey cause of the color. Then I went back upstairs to my room. When I got there I closed the door behind me.
"hi," samantha said.
"hi. Wow it burns," I said.
She looked at me waiting: "the the whiskey. Yeah I had some earlier. I...you won't tell-"
"no I won't tell you know me. Cmon I think I know better than that."
"yeah but just bc we know better doesn't mean we do better."
"flashbacks again?"
"uh yeah."
"your dad's?..."
"yeah. Um actually...so topanga and I were talking earlier and..." I went and sat on my bed.
I told samantha about what topanga had told me.
"oh wow," she said after I was done.
"yeah um earlier before you arrived. I had a sip of his whiskey that's why I was late coming out. Er of the kitchen I mean."
she smiled.
"i'd never had some and wanted to try it."
"does he know about that?"
"he'll probably figure it out at some point."
"listen and don't tell anyone about this. I mean not like you would. But I can get some more for you. For you to either have here for you or to um. Put into shawn um I mean your dad's bottle. Whichever. I know a a lady."
I looked at her. She was sweet and small.
"i um ok but just. Be careful ok?"
"ok. I can get it now or."
"no."
"ok.