#convonicky

The panic felt like it might make her chest burst open. Her mind played in a loop her pack members names. They had all responded but one. Max had already turned over his bed room, texted him nineteen times and called twelve. The trailer was the last place she could think. God why was it so hard to breath. Where was he, she’d left him alone to long. He could be hurt, or lost she didn’t know. The rational part of her that knew Nicky was grown man who could for the most part take care of himself seemed too weak to surface against the panic.

Swing the door open to the trailer, her voice was only slightly louder then usual but the fear of not know where he had been was clear. “Nicky? Nicky are you hear.”