"SON OF A DISEASE-RIDDLED WHORE," Maddy bellowed, deleting this new one just like she had the previous message.
Jamie just stared at his phone like it was a poisonous viper. The space he was in felt too small, and it was becoming hard for him to catch his breath. All he could do was cry, trying to suck in gulps of air, but that just made it worse. It was like he could never get enough air, even though he felt like he was breathing too hard.
His head hit the back of his closet with a dull thud, wrapping his arms around himself and trying to quash the panic rising in his throat.