Chuck jumped half a foot in the air when his cell phone buzzed in his jacket pocket, and he immediately breathed a relieved sigh when he saw his father's number on his phone's display. It was, perhaps, the first time in his life that that name and number inspired such intense feelings of safety and gratitude, but there was a first time for everything.
"Dad!" he exclaimed, fumbling to pick up on the second ring. "Y-yes I'm here. I'm with Blair." He paused, taking half a breath. "D-dad..." it wasn't atypical for Chuck to be afraid when he was talking to his father, but it was atypical for him to reveal that fear. Still, so much had happened over the course of the last hour that he couldn't keep his voice from shaking. He didn't even care if it sounded stupid. This was fucking real.
"There are... things here. They're dangerous. I... I think I just... k-killed one. I..." he trailed off. What else could he possibly say?