Philips POV.

You know how in horror movies, how one of the main characters always says, "What can go wrong?" then everything goes horrifically wrong and all the characters die a slow and painful death? Well, that's what happens in real life apparently. Right now I'm trying to calm down my dad who is hiding on the top of the refrigerator. Let me explain.

Philips POV earlier.

You could hear the rain and the thunder through the surround sound. (speakers). I could tell dad was getting panicky, I glanced at my phone, it was 12:30. Most parents would want to hide any sign of weakness from their children, but not my dad. He explained to me his PTSD and Dissociative Disorder when I was 8 when I found him hiding on the top of the refrigerator, having a panic attack. My mom got mad at him, saying that I wouldn't have known if he wasn't such a baby about it. (IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM AM I MAKING FUN OF PEOPLE WITH PTSD. THIS IS MY FICTIONAL CHARACTERS PERSPECTIVE NOT MINE.) Pa never broke out of the habit of hiding on the top of the refrigerator. I don't know why but that's his safe place. Whatever helps him, I guess. I glance at my phone again, hoping by looking at it long enough, will make the weather stop. I noticed that my phone was on 1%. Crap.

"Hey, dad?" I ask, standing up.

"Mm?" Pa hummed.

"Why don't we sleep in here tonight, just like old times?"

I don't think I've ever seen him smile so wide, "Yeah I would like that."

"I'm gonna change and get my charger, I'll be back. Don't move"

Alex's POV-

"Don't move," Philip said leaving the room. Damn, he knew while he was gone I was going to try to get on the refrigerator. I took a deep breath in and went to get blankets out of the chest against the corner to make a makeshift bed on the floor. Picking up blankets, I heard a loud clap of thunder. I shivered, trying to push back memories as I lay down layers of blankets. Another clap of thunder boomed through the quiet room. I'm alone. Left drowning.

Philip's POV.

I finished getting ready when I heard a strangled sob. Shit, I took too long. I shouldn't have left him alone. I ran downstairs, forgetting about the charger. I saw a disheveled figure shaking in the middle of the living room. I take a deep breath and walk towards my dad, calmly and quietly not to disturb him.

"Hey Dad, I'm back. You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going anywhere." I say to him. He didn't respond. I grabbed one of the blankets pa had taken off the create and wrapped it around him.

"It's ok, it's going to be over soon. Can I touch you?" I whispered. He nodded and I hugged him tightly, his body shaking harshly. I sat there, rubbing his back while he went through his episode. There wasn't much you could do other than be there for him at this point. I don't think he's dissociative, he can still hear me.

It felt like 10 minutes had passed, dad had gotten calmer until mother nature decided she hated me and multiple claps of thunder echoed through the silent house. I heard my dad whisper something. I ignored it, as sometimes he talks in his panic. It wasn't until he said it again. I heard what he said and unwrapped my arms. That's when he started screaming on the top of his lungs, repeating the same two words.

"Dad, you're going to have to work with me, or I can't help you. Let's go sit on the fridge." I say, Yanking him up, pulling his limp body into the kitchen. As soon as he saw the refrigerator, he ran to it, jumping on the top and curling up into a ball. I ran back into the living room. I quickly grabbed my phone and called a number with shaky hands. Crap, I forgot my charger upstairs and my phone was on 1%. I hope they pick up

One ring, two rings, three ri-

"Hello?"

"I know I'm the last person you want to talk to, but you need to come home. Now."

I hear the voice begin to speak as my phone cuts off, dying. Shit, I hope they heard me.