There has never been a dull moment when speaking with that girl.
                          
Calling my dad back, he answers right away, instantly blurting out, "Thank God that you're okay. Is Lexi with you tonight?"
                          
I can feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion, having absolutely no clue in hell what he could be talking about.
                          
"Yes, of course I'm okay. Why are you so paranoid all of a sudden? But no, Lexi isn't with me," I reply dully, and before I know it, my dad is blabbering on about something again.
                          
"Haven't you heard? There was a shooting at a college party. I was just checking out a live news report on it. Have you heard from your girlfriend tonight? I know she doesn't like parties, but it's better safe than sorry," my dad informs me.
                          
It feels as if my heart has just dropped right out of my fucking chest.
                          
"Fuck! Shit! Fucking shit! She went to a party with her friends tonight. Oh my fucking God, dad. What if it was the same party? What if she's hurt. Shit, shit, shit," I ramble, unable to think straight as my brain is fogged with possibilities of Blossom's current situation.
                          
"Hey, kid. Calm down. I'm sure that it's okay. She very well could be at a different party. I don't mean to freak you out; how about you just call her and see what happens?" my dad responds calmly, and I find myself gaping at how he isn't at all freaked out right now.
                          
Meanwhile, I'm hysteric.
                          
Shooting up from the couch, I begin pacing back and forth across the living room, still holding the phone to my ear.
                          
I feel tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I continue to talk, almost in a whisper now, saying, "I can't lose her, Dad. She's everything to me. She always has been. She's the only thing that keeps me stable right now. I need my girl to be okay."
                          
Fuck. Now there are tears actually streaming down my face.
                          
"I'm going to call her. I'll give you an update. Bye," I say quietly before my dad can even argue.
                          
Hanging up on him, I call Blossom, crossing my fingers and silently praying as I wait for her to pick up.
                          
I get sent straight to voicemail. 
                          
"Fuck!" I scream, hurling my phone across the room and against one of the kitchen walls.
                          
Scrambling over to retrieve the device from the floor, I slip it into my pocket, stepping into a pair of shoes before grabbing my keys and heading out the front door.
                          
Lexi's POV
                          
Before I can even let out a scream, Knox startles me by dropping down to the floor,  the island shielding him from view.
                          
It feels as if everything is in slow motion as he grabs my hand, tugging me down as well so that I'm not able to be seen by anyone.
                          
It only takes me a moment before I recognise that I'm sitting in Knox's lap.
                          
My eyes go wide, and I squirm around in his arms, trying to put some space between our bodies.
                          
Until he clamps a hand over my mouth.
                          
"Stop fucking moving," he hisses in my ear, just as another gunshot rings out through the room.
                          
Someone screams from somewhere in the house, and I try to shuffle away from Knox again. He stops me though, wrapping his free arm around me, pinning my back to his chest.
                          
"Let me go!" I protest, but I'm sure all the words sounded muffled because Knox is being stubborn and still has his darn hand over my mouth.
                          
"Silence! Jesus, woman," he growls lowly, and I bring my hand up to pinch him, hard, in the forearm.