The Hitting Zone

After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted. Instagram: @writerhalf_empty https://www.patreon.com/half_empty ~~The Last Curve can be found there, a short story about Rhys Please read on Webnovel! **Names, faces, and places aren’t real. A work of fiction. Nonetheless, it is my work of fiction so please don’t post it without permission. *I have used school names that do exist though, but I would like everyone to know that I have no affiliation with them. Nor do my views reflect their views. **Also, I bought the royalty-free license for my cover. Which means I can use it without having to pay royalties. If you have any questions, comment on my latest chapter or reach me on discord.

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"Breathe, Jake! Breathe!" Kyle ordered.

I leaned into him, forcing him to hold most of my body weight. I took deep breaths. Kyle smelled like his deodorant, sweat, and fresh cut grass.

"What's going on?" Noah had come all the way back for us, realizing something was wrong.

"He's having a panic attack." Kyle stressed. "What do we do? Where's Dad?"

"Okay, don't panic with him." Noah told Kyle. He bent his knees a little to look me in the eyes, watching me take deep breaths. "He's still conscious. That's good."

I suddenly bent over and threw up a bit of my breakfast. I almost face-planted but Kyle was still holding me up.

"That's not good." Noah changed his opinion.

I eyed my vomit and saw that some got on Noah's shoes. I coughed and spat out some more residue.

"What do we do now??"

"Hey, isn't that Jake?"

"What's going on?"

"Kyle? Noah? What's wrong?"

"Is he sick? Should I get Coach?"

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