as i lay sleeping the phone rings. it is him, he is scared and alone. i rush quickly to get dressed and make my way to him, terrified i won't make it in time. this time it's bad, i can tell from the sound of his voice. it reminds me of when i would listen to him cry as my father locked him in his room. i can't breathe. i am driving but the road is swirling about, making me feel dizzy and sick.
i call and i call, but he no longer answers. i try helplessly to figure out where he is based on the things he said when he 