Panic Attack
Dane
A shudder rocked through him and a strange noise erupted from his throat.
His father was coming. For Lila.
Visions of blood and pale, gray skin. Dead eyes.
Dane put his hands to his head and turned a circle, pleading, he had to find the guy, had to see, had to save her… But there was nothing.
God really did hate him.
And with that thought, his chest began to squeeze. He kept sucking in, but couldn't seem to find any oxygen. Leaning forward, hands on his knees, he pulled on the air.
He couldn't do it. He couldn't watch this happen. It would break his heart.
Fuck, it would break his mind.