Miles Away

Red and blue flashing lights illuminate the yard, filling the darkness with tension and clashing and panic. When the car comes to a stop in the driveway, I unbuckle my seatbelt with shaky hands.

"Casey. I'll go with you." Nick is still buckled into the driver seat, but this body is turned, and his brown eyes are focused intently upon mine. 

"No, it's fine. This is my chaos, not yours," I say quickly. Embarrassment floods through me, but it's quickly replaced with fear and anxiety that causes my stomach to wrench and my head to ache.