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to me because I was too ashamed to tell anyone else. Who knows where I’d be if you weren’t packing my lunch because you knew I was low on money and couldn’t afford to buy it.” He brushed away tears with his thumb and kissed my forehead. His mouth moved down to the tip of my nose and then to my lips. It was so quick, I was certain my inebriated mind had imagined it. I touched my lips with a finger and blinked. Was he really even here?
    All of a sudden, my breathing grew ragged. I felt like my heart was ready to pound out of my chest and fall onto the ground in front of me. “What is happening to me?” I rasped out, panting. My heart continued its assault on my rib cage, begging to be let loose, and my blood began boiling, my body feeling like an oven. I wrapped my hands around my throat, moving them up and down to try and catch my breath. A thousand tingles spread over my body, feeling like they were burning my skin off, and my throat began to close up. “Holy crap, I’m dying.” I knew I was. If I wasn’t, I was getting pretty close to it.
    I felt the tips of his fingers massage my head. “Tessa, baby, you’ve got to calm down.”
    I shook my head a few times quickly. “I-I can’t.”
    “Yes you can,” he said, his voice soft. “Take deep, large breaths,” he instructed, rubbing my arms with this heavy hands.
    “I don’t know what’s happening to me!” I slammed my hands down against the cement.
    “You’re having an anxiety attack.” I shook my head and shut my eyes. An anxiety attack? I didn’t have anxiety. No, I was dying. “Look at me.” I ignored him, trying to catch my breath. He dragged my chin back up with a single finger. “Look me in the eyes.” I finally did as I was told because I had no idea what else to do. I was going to die either way, so I might as well not spend my last breaths arguing with him. “Good job, baby, now keep them on mine.”
    My eyes focused on his, and his hands went to my shoulders as he began to massage them. “Now, let’s breathe together. One big breath for me. Ready, go.” My hands balled into fists as I took a deep breath and my stomach tightened up. “Good job baby, now let it out.” I breathed out, and my stomach deflated. “Now again.” I repeated the same exercise over and over again as Dawson talked me through each one until I felt like I could control my breathing on my own.
    “You feel better now?” he asked, the streetlight flickering above us.
    I brought both of my hands up and covered my face. “Oh my God, this is beyond humiliating.”
    He chuckled, grabbing my hands one at a time and picking them off my face. “Hate to break it to you, babe, but I’ve seen you in much worse states than this. Well, minus the drunken part. You should be embarrassed about that.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Remember when you got the chicken pox and no one would talk to you at school for two weeks because they thought you were still contagious and it was airborne?” I kept my eyes narrowed. Tanner, Dawson, and Daisy were the only ones who’d play with me at recess. Other kids wouldn’t even touch the same pencil as me. “Or when you tried that new at-home facial you saw online? You practically burned all the skin off your face.” His hand stroked my arm while he tried to make light of my humiliating situation to calm me down.
    I kept taking deep breaths and letting them out like we’d practiced when my stomach began to grumble. “Oh crap,” I called out, turning to the side to get sick again, but nothing came out. I heaved again, waiting for a mess to come out of me, but nothing. I spit the nasty taste of alcohol out of my mouth. His fingers ran down my arms and over my back. I rose back up, and he wiped my mouth with the bottom of his t-shirt.
    “Feel better?” he asked, and I nodded. “Good, now you need to sleep this shit off. I can’t believe you of all people decided to go out and party on a school night.” He pulled me up from