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Micah
The anger surgingthrough my veins was hard to contain as I listened to Lex describe what happened to her. I wasn’t joking when I told her it made me want to cut off his hands. In all honesty , if I knew where the bastard was, I’d probably end up in jail. Or worse, prison. Because the thought of someone else putting their unwelcome hands onmywoman was causing me to unravel.
Quickly.
When I dropped Lex back at her dorm later that night, she invited me to stay, but I knew better. I needed to calm down before I said or did something irreversible.
Like go in search of a man I had no idea how to find.
Or put my fist through a wall.
Instead, I headed straight for Finn and Max’s apartment in search of booze. Dec and I didn’t tend to keep anything useful for getting shitfaced at our place. When I put the leftover pizza away after dinner, I counted seven cans of beer.
Not enough.
Not even close.
I was looking for something that would help me blackout tonight. To forget the words I’d heard, even if only temporarily.
Not only that, but I also needed company. Someone to talk to who could give sound advice. Who would keep me from jumping off the deep end into a pool without water.
That person was Finn.
Declan was a close second, of course. I was closer to him than I was Finn, not just in age. Dec would be the one I’d go to when I had issues with school, or a clingy one-night stand. He’d knock me on my ass, tell me that I was a fuck up, but then help me back up. We didn’t tend to keep secrets from each other or sugar coat shit when it wasn’t necessary.
Which is why talking to him was out of the picture.
It wasn’t my place to share Lex’s secret with anyone. And I knew if I talked to Dec, he’d get every detail out of me. Details I’d ask him not to share with Kendall which would put him in an awkward situation.
So, for the first time in longer than I can remember, Finn was the one I was turning to for advice. Because if I asked him not to ask questions, he wouldn’t. He’ll help me make sense of my anger without knowing anything about the situation.
I didn’t bother knocking. I’ve never once knocked when coming over here. I’ve also never shown up without calling.
The apartment is eerily silent as I make my way into the kitchen in search of something strong to take the edge off. Opening the cupboard below the sink, I move all the cleaning supplies aside, praying Finn hasn’t changed his secret hiding spot. Just as my hand lands on the smooth, glass bottle of amber liquid, I hear a deep groan echo through the apartment.
Fuck!
Finn and Lo must be here somewhere. Declan said he might stay at Kendall’s tonight which means Lo must have come over here. And I’m interrupting.
New plan... swipe Finn’s secret stash and get the fuck out of here before they know I was here.
But I need a sip first.
Because if I don’t, I’m going to rip my steering wheel off my car.
Another groan as my hand grasps the bottle of whiskey, pulling it from the depths of the cabinet. A third, slightly louder than the first two, as I pop the cork, inhaling the sweet scents of oak and vanilla.
Blanton’s is the only bourbon Finn will drink. And he always saves it for a special occasion. Which means unless him and Lo are getting engaged soon, he won’t miss the bottle. I’ll have plenty of time to replace it.
The first glass we shared together, I downed in one gulp. It was rich and sweet but went down smooth. There was a hint of some kind of spice. Almost like what you’d find in pie. Nutmeg maybe? Cinnamon? But there were also notes of citrus.
Before that night, I’d drank crap liquor. My goal had always been to get fucked up and I didn’t care what I drank or how cheap it was. In fact, the cheaper the better since I was always paying double because I had to convince someone to buy it for me. But now, as I hold Finn’s precious bottle in my hand, I realize what it means to savor the flavor.
Plus, I’ll still get fucked up if I drink enough.
I do my best to ignore the constant moaning coming from down the hall, pouring myself two fingers in the first glass I find. As I bring it to my lips, I catch sight of myself in the reflection of the microwave and pause.
I look like shit.
