Free Twisted Minds by Komal Kant

face was pale, like his skin hadn’t seen sunlight in a while.
    Mole people. That was my term for Finn when he drank too much for his own good. I drank too much for my own good too, but alcohol was practically flowing through my veins that even when I did get wasted, my hangover recovery time was pretty quick the next day.
    Anyway, this wasn’t the worst position I’d ever seen Finn in. A couple of years ago, he’d had so much to drink that he’d waken up in a pile of his own vomit. This was nothing.
    Finn responded by flipping me off rather feebly.
    “So what’s the emergency?” I asked, referring back to the S.O.S. text he’d sent me. “Other than your shitty physical condition.”
    Normally, that was our code when we were out at a bar and needed back up immediately because a fight was about to go down. That usually only happened if we hit on a girl who was taken or if we’d run into a girl we’d previously fucked who was taken, and had blabbed to her guy about it to make him jealous.
    But like I’d said, that was for emergencies because I avoided hooking up with girls who already had a man. A lifetime of seeing my parents act like immoral whores had been enough to put me off cheating.
    “I think I’m dying,” Finn croaked, adjusting himself on the bed so he could see me better. “For real.”
    If I thought I had a serious hangover, it was nothing compared to Finn’s. He looked so messed up that even Death had passed him over.
    “You want me to walk you to the shower? You want some food? Pedialyte?” Yeah, I’d just asked him if he wanted Pedialyte—if you were a whiny baby with a hangover, it was a great cure.
    “Yes.” He nodded eagerly at the mention of Pedialyte.
    “Any chance your parents have a bottle here?”
    Finn shook his head. “Go to the store.” He paused, as though he was struggling to speak. “It’s in town, farther down from the liquor store. You can’t miss it.”
    There was probably nothing in this town that I could miss. I couldn’t recall seeing it, but it wasn’t going to be difficult to find. “Need anything else before I go?”
    He shook his head, reclining in bed again.
    “Next time, do not drink anything Cass offers you.” She’d only been back in his life for a minute, and the ass had already gotten completely shit-faced because of her.
    Plus, she was so fucking psycho that I wouldn’t put her past trying to roofie Finn so they could have unprotected sex and she could get pregnant and make him be with her. It sounded like a huge exaggeration, but not when Cass was involved.
    Finn didn’t respond, but I knew he’d heard me.
    With quickened steps, I made my way out of his room and headed downstairs, making a detour in the kitchen so I could grab one of the chicken salad sandwiches on my way out.
    For a sandwich, it tasted pretty damn good, as though it was from a high-end deli in town. That’s where my mother always bought sandwiches, but I was pretty sure Ripley didn’t have a high-end deli. It was more than likely that Theresa had made these herself, which was pretty impressive.
    It was a little hot when I stepped outside, but not enough for me to bitch about it. One of my pet peeves: people who complained about the weather. Usually, people who had nothing better to do with their lives other than complain about something that was entirely out of their control.
    My Ferrari was still parked on the street, not having moved since I’d gotten here a few days ago. Joe had assured me it would safe in this neighborhood, but I still glanced out of the window every day to make sure it was still there.
    I pulled my phone out of my pocket before I slid inside the car and Googled where the general store was. There was no way I would get lost, but I wanted to see where it was for reference, anyway.
    Google Maps told me it would take about six minutes to get there, so I threw my phone into the passenger seat and hit the gas. The drive into town was quiet and uneventful. I