The week flew by fast as f**k. We were back in California and enjoying the summer.
I was sitting in my room cleaning... surprisingly when my phone starts ringing off the hook. I grab it seeing Sam's name. I pick it up.
"Hey," I said.
"Hi," he replied his tone sounding panicked.
"You good?" I asked.
"I'm having a panic attack," he tells me. "I can't breathe Jo," his voice cracks.
"Hey. It's okay! Where are you?" I asked.
"Outside of my house," he rushes out.
"I'll be there... are you okay?" I asked kind of worried now. I slip on my slides.
"I think," he mumbles. "You don't have to come. We can just talk on the phone," he adds.
"I'm already on my way you live a minute away," I tell him leaving my house and going towards his. His breathing was erratic, I could hear it. I heard
