MELISSA
“Nicho!” I said, turning to look at my brother in shock. “What are you doing here?”
Nicho didn’t say anything, and I watched as his eyes fell on the spot where Damien stood.
He didn’t speak for a while, as he stared deeply at Damien whose hands were raised above his head. Damien dropped to the ground and he began to fidget uncontrollably.
“He’s having a panic attack, Missy,” Nicho said, glancing my way. He ran toward Damien, stopping just short of him.
“You need to take deep breaths!” he ordered. “In and out. Slowly.”
Damien locked eyes with Nicho, following his every word.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Nicho said firmly.
“Did it work? Are you feeling better, Damien?” I asked as I approached, resting my hands on his shoulders. Damien shot me a disgusted look.
His hands which lay lazi
