In the aftermath of her twin sister's tragic death, Reagan Sinclair finds herself in a never-ending battle against paralyzing panic attacks and drowning in grief. Desperate to just survive each day, Reagan's world is turned upside down when Paris un...
Reagan: Hey, I'm having a few of my friends over. Just a heads up so you're not surprised when you get home.
Reagan: We ordered pizza so you don't need to cook.
Reagan: Are you going to be home late today?
Reagan: Hey, it's me again. I know I'm probably annoying you but you're not answering me. And it's making me a little worried.
Reagan: Just tell me you're okay and I'll stop blowing up your phone.
Reagan: Can you please just tell me you're alright?
Reagan: Paris?
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WE'RE WATCHING A MOVIE called Attack Of The Alien Reptilian People, and it's black and white and as badly produced as it sounds. Darius is flinching away from the television while Luke laughs at the woman dying in the most stupidly horrible way possible. Samara is unbothered, paying attention to the beds of her nails rather than the actual movie, and I'm frowning down at my phone while Walter curls up on my lap.
It's after ten and Paris still hasn't returned my messages. I don't like it, not one bit. He's never not answered my messages. In fact, he's quite anal about me having my phone on me. I know he's probably just caught up at work or maybe his phone died, but it doesn't make the queasy feeling in my stomach go away. What if something bad happened? Something bad happened to Robin when she didn't answer my messages.
What if something happened to Paris and that's why he hasn't messaged me back? What if he got into a car accident on his way back? What if the car flew off the Manhattan bridge, and he's trapped inside? What if he needs my help and I don't know? Pinpricks of black swim across my sight, and panic floods my veins. It feels like I'm sucking air through a straw. Oh God, what if he's-
“Reagan!”
“Huh?” I force my eyes away from my phone to look at Darius, and all the noise from the TV comes filtering back in all at once. I flinch at the sound of the woman's blood-curdling scream as a reptilian Alien man corners her against a wall. Darius sends me a concerned look, his eyes dropping to my hand and then back to my face. “Your thumb's bleeding,” I slowly move my thumb from my mouth and there's a trickle of blood running down the side of it. I didn't realize that I was chewing on it, and It's only now the metallic taste of my blood registers on my taste buds.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Fine,” I clear my throat, and when I move my eyes from my thumb, both Luke and Samara are staring at me with identical looks of concern on their faces. I wipe the blood away from my thumb and from the side of my mouth with the edge of my shirt, and I clear my throat. “I'll get us some more popcorn,” I mumble, grabbing the empty bowl from the coffee table and doing my best not to run to the kitchen.
