Bryson couldn't take it anymore, the worrying of where his dog went, and this yelling was too much for him. He walked slowly back to his laptop, putting his phone on his charger, and taking his headphones off.

His laptop had lately been falling apart, and was now very fragile, but sadly for him, he completley forgot as he lifted it up, the screen of it completley falling off.

His heart sank.

Well there goes 500 hundred bucks... He thought to himself.

He couldn't believe it, all the stuff he saved on it, all his data, gone.

He was in a state of panic, his dog was loose, his parents fighting, and now his damn laptop was broken.

He groaned silently and quietly went downstairs, careful to not get his parents attention.

He carefully went to his room, and paced, he was about to have an anxiety attack, he had them every now and then, and they were not fun.

He could feel it coming on, he started trembling, his chest feeling full, and in a knot, he was light-headed, sweating, and he felt very tired.

He then started hypervenilating, feeling smothered, he felt he would loose control, his mind racing, hoping to god it would end, as he fell to the floor, clinging on to a nearby chair, his dog not there to comfort him.

The stress of school, his father, and everything that just happened was too much, he wanted it to end so badly, he hadn't had one that was this bad in a year or two, it was overwelming to him at the moment.

He felt warm and arched himself up on his bed, trying to catch his breathing.

And no one would help, his parents were going at it roughly, he almost felt it would get physical soon.

He rocked back and forth, trying to think of happier thoughts...

Like.. Oz... Over The Rainbow.. that always worked.

And it did, a little bit, but not enough, as he tried to gather himself, taking deep breaths, and wiping the tears about to come down his cheeks.

He managed to plop himself on his bed, the attack going away after a while.

He breathed heavily, and just laid there for a while, letting himself go back to normal.

He clenched his fists and got up as the bed creaked.

He slowly walked in the living room, and he could see his dad had shoved his mom against a wall, as he stared at him.

They were face to face, Bryson taking in a big gulp.

His dad clenched his teeth, as him looked over him, sobbing, almost looking at him for help.

The sight made Bryson choke up a bit, as he fought back tears, trying to look man enough for his dad.

Bryson tensed up and walked up slowly to them.

He was not gonna let this happen.

"Leave her alone.." He commaned weakly.

"What?" His father replied through his teeth.

"Leave her alone." This time more loudly, with a bit more confidence.

His dad let her go, turning to him.

"Now you listen here boy, I'm your daddy. I'm the reason you're here... you don't tell me what to do. Your mom's got you brainwashed. She's a whore. And one day you'll know it. Now keep out of this." He commaned slowly.

His mother nodded and motioned him to go, he stood there for a minute, not sure what to do.

He'd feel like a coward if he left.

"NOW." His dad holored.

But he did, and his father went back to pinning his mom.

He slowly walked away, shaking, not wanting to already have another panic attack, he didn't know what to do, so he just walked out the door.

He couldn't believe he just left her there to be beaten.

Why the hell did I just do that?! He thought to himself.

He didn't know what to do so he just started running, not thinking about what he was doing.

"LUCKY! LUCKY!" LUCKY!" He screamed, sobbing as he yelled for his dog, he needed him, he was his best friend and he needed him.

He just started running into the woods, looking everywhere.

His legs almost gave out, he needed to find his dog.

He fell to his knees after a good 15 minutes of searching.

Now here he was lost, sobbing as he couldn't find his way home.

He just lay there in defeat for a few minutes, until he heard the sound of a storm.

It was thundering, it was cloudy all day.

And then he couldn't believe what he saw.

A tornado.

Coming right towards him.

Of course being the Oz fan he was, he thought about it for a second and then leaped away, running away, til he made his way into an old beaten down farm, at least now he knew he was close to home, this farm was always here on his way home. But he couldn't do anything as the twister approached, he jumped into the farm, he could feel the tornado coming towards him.

Was this really how he would die?

He hadn't done anything yet, hadn't acheived his dreams, was he really going to die so young?

All this made another anxiety attack come on, as he passed out from the fright, the twister coming closer.