Peyton was a mess. She was still in school 2 hours after dismissal time. She was too afraid to go home. But at the same time she was having flashbacks to the school shooting and wasn't feeling much safer their either. She decided to go see if Whitey was still in his office.
"Alright, I'll see you in a little bit, bye" said Whitey as he hung up the phone and Peyton knocked on the door to come in.
"Peyton Sawyer, how can I help you?" asked Whitey.
"I just really need to talk to someone" said Peyton.
"Come on in, sit down. What's on your mind?"
Peyton hesitated but then began "Well I don't know if you have heard but, I…"
Whitey cut her off. "You don't need to go on, I know"
"Well I'm really struggling coach. I am afraid to get out of bed, but also afraid to go to bed. Hell I can't even walk 5 steps without being fearful. I have been trying to get over it, and Lucas has been doing everything he can to help, my real brother Derrick has also, but I just can't escape this constant fear"
Whitey seemed genuinely upset. "Peyton as much as it pains me to say this, I don't think there is much I can do to help you"
Peyton seemed puzzled but continued on "That's ok coach, I understand"
"Now hold on let me finish" said Whitey. "But I think I know someone who can"
With that at the door way appeared Jake.