Christian

"Put your back into it son, this couch won't move with just my own strength." Slav scolded me.

"You know, when you said you needed my help with something this morning, this isn't what I thought you had in mind." I replied in between my heavy breathing.

My father and I were currently in the middle of moving my mothers heavy weighted Victorian style coach from one end of the room to the other.

"Besides, don't you guys have people for this? Why the hell are we doing this ourselves?" I added. He gave me a shrug.

"When I do manly shit like this, it turns your mother on. So stop complaining and help me move this motherfucker." He snapped back. I tried not to throw up at my fathers words. Why did he have to be so blatantly transparent with his and mothers relationship?

"Where is mum anyways? Usually she wouldn't hesitate to start nagging me regardless of how early in the morning it was."

"She's out taking care of some business. I told her I'd get this couch moved before she got back." Slav started to explain. Before he could continue, his phone started going off in his pocket. "Hold up." He said, dropping the couch and it's remaining weight onto me.

"Fuck, dad!" I shot out, as I tried to gently lower the heavy ass furniture onto my mother's marbled floors. If I fucked either the couch or her floors up, my mother would, in return, fuck me all the way up.

"Hey Brad, what's up?" My dad asked, completely ignoring my cry for help. "Oh he... he did what? Just hang tight, Christian and I are heading over."

Those were the last words he spoke into the phone before hanging up.

"That was Brad?" I asked. Slav nodded to me.

"Get your coat. Brad needs my help."

"Why do I have to come?" I whined. "I just left his place like two seconds ago."

"Because I don't feel like driving. And I said so." Was all he replied with.

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When Slav and I arrived at Brad's, I wasn't quite sure what we were getting ourselves into... but when I got one look at the completely wasted Derek sprawled out on the floor covered in his own vomit, it all made sense.

"What the hell happened here?" Our father asked.

"This idiot tried some of your lethal ass alcohol. He's been pretty unresponsive for the last hour or so. I'm not sure if we should take him to the hospital or what." Brad explained.

"He had some of the Gdański Spirytus?" Slav asked.

"And Gdański Rektyfikowany." Brad added.

"Jesus fucking Christ." I muttered under my breath. "A hospital visit might actually be in order."

"Nonsense." Our father waved it off. "Help me get the poor lad up and to a bathroom, Christian."

I looked over at my father. Then down at a vomit covered Derek. Then back at my father.

Motherfucker.

One hand slid under Derek's armpit as Slav and I hauled him to his feet. He smelt absolutely disgusting.

"What am I supposed to do about the mess?" Brad asked.

"You're the one who insists on not having any caretakers around. Clean it up." Father replied. Brad's face contorted into disgust as he gathered the courage to start pulling out cleaning supplies from the cabinets.

"Man this brings back old memories." Slav said jokingly while we were dragging Derek to the nearest bathroom we could find on this floor. We barely got him to the toilet in time before he projectile vomited all over again. Slav knelt down besides him and lightly patted Derek's back.

This was not how I was planning on spending my Monday morning.

"I'm surprised he isn't dead." My father joked... except I couldn't actually tell if he was joking or not.

"I don't get how you can even drink that stuff." I told him, taking a seat on the other side of Derek.

"It reminds me of home. That was the drink we grew accustomed to during the military days. A harsh drink for harsh times." Slav replied. Just as I thought Derek had finally let everything out, he buckled over and continued throwing up.

I said nothing, but nodded to my father. He never spoke much about the time he served, but I had seen the many scars on his arms and torso. It was memories I tried not to bring up, because it always put him in a somber mood. Slav gently continued to rub Derek's back. It reminded me of what he done for me on my 21st birthday. That might have been the worst hangover I had ever experienced. Slav had comforted me just like this as I spent the next 3 hours near the toilet.

There was, however, a downside to Slav's sobering tactics. When Derek had finally finished throwing up everything inside of him, I knew we had reached that moment.

Slav helped Derek to his feet.

"Strip." My father demanded.

Derek was still sort of disoriented from the liquor, but he managed to look at my father like he was absolutely batshit.

"I'm sorry, what? I-I don't think that's necessary." Derek slurred.

"I said strip." My father repeated himself. There was a harshness the second time he said it, which made Derek cast aside all confusion and start stripping. He pulled his pants down, then slipped his disgusting shirt off next. When he had finally made it down to his boxers, he looked back at Slav.

Slav looked down at his boxers.

"Don't make me repeat myself again." My father snapped.

Derek looked absolutely mortified as he hesitantly pulled down his boxers and stood completely naked in front of me and my father.

"Good. Now get in the shower." Slav instructed. Derek hurried in as Slav grabbed the removable shower head and started running the water. This was where I really did feel for Derek. I knew he wasn't prepared for what my father was going to do next. Before Derek could even process what was happening, my father switch the shower head feature to jet, and started literally blasting Derek with ice cold water.

The ear deafening scream Derek let out, was what brought back memories, myself.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Derek chanted as he tried to shield himself from the water. That didn't stop my father. He sprayed the literal fuck out of Derek until all traces of vomit was off his face, and out of his hair.

Brad joined me in the bathroom moments later as Derek's naked self sat there shivering in the bathtub.

"Ah, the good ol' hose down, huh?" Brad asked. I gave him a nod.

The grin on my fathers face always terrified me. It looked like his sadistic ass thoroughly enjoyed that.

"Alrighty, boys. Stage one and two have been completed, let stage three commence!" Slav said excitedly. Derek's eyes caught mine and I gave him a look of pity.

He really should have left the Gdański alone.

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