After your dad was sent to prison for domestic abuse, your mom married a rich man who she fell in love with. You were off to London to move in with your new family. You met the infamous Nick Leister, your stepbrother, who seemed to be a cocky, rich, arrogant, spoiled, daddies boy, but he was so much more than that. He was caring, attentive, intelligent, and most importantly… cute. After finding out about your panic attacks can be caused by violence and sometimes small spaces, he seemed to care for you more. The issue is, you both caught feelings for each other and you guys are playing with fire… where one of you is bound to get burned…

After being invited to a party you were reluctant to go to… you got locked in a small and tight closet by one of Nicks casual fling. He arrives at the party and instantly starts searching for you. After you banged on the closet door, Nick started yelling for the keys… The panic was setting in, it was like you were 14 again, hiding from your drunken dad. Tears were streaming down your face, Nick eventually got into the closet. You covered your face, not realizing it was Nick. He dragged you into a tight embrace and spoke softly…

“It’s okay… shhh… i’m here…”