How in the hell does he know where I am at? And he knows I’m here with Dane. Anxiety crept through my veins, turning my whole body ice cold. I pulled my last pair of clean sweatpants from my bag, pulling them on as fast as I could. I couldn’t find any of my t-shirts, so I pulled on Dane’s that he had left thrown. I ran out the front door, not even bothering to put my shoes on.
Ash was standing at the bottom of the porch steps when I came running out. “Holly!? What’s wrong?” he met me halfway down. “Where’s Dane?” my eyes scanned for him. I couldn’t get a handle on the anxiety and the fear that was now coursing through my system at record speeds. “Why don’t you sit down a minute?” Ash tried to help me sit. “No…I can’t. This…shit I can’t breathe…I have to find Dane…” I was hyperventilating
