Unlucky

Apartment

[Elliot POV]

Wait...What did she just say?

Our home was broken into?

Like someone came in and trashed the place?

I blinked once, twice, three times in a row as it took my brain several seconds to comprehend the explosion of words that Margot Foster, my best friend in the entire universe, had just thrown my way.

"Uh...Sorry, girlie, but I'm gonna need you to repeat what you just said there."

Margot rolled her blue eyes with sarcasm as she huffed and puffed like she was the big, bad wolf that was about to blow my little piggy house down to the ground.

Hehe, blow my house.

That's kinda funny, it's a bit like a sexual innuendo, no?

Perhaps my humor is a bit of an acquired taste but hey, at least I tried to make light of an intense situation.

Blame me for being the only one to try here.

"Jesus, seriously? Our fucking home was literally ransacked! It looks like we got the goddamn SWAT going through our cereal boxes and fucking underwear drawers, El! We need to report it or something...God, I don't even fucking know..."

Margot's words started out with sharp notes of aggression and agitation leaking through but by the time she was finishing off the last bit of her rant, she appeared to be more exhausted then anything and I could only raise an eyebrow with suspicion at her behavior.

"Someone broke into our house? When exactly did this happen, Margot, and why haven't you reported it yet?"

My tone came across as sharp and suspicious even though I didn't mean for it to be because, quite truthfully, I wasn't suspicious of my best friend at all.

Why would she lie about someone breaking into our house to do God only knows what to our valuable assets?

She had no reason to lie to me about something this major, Margot certainly wasn't the type to go hunting around and seeking for attention and validation but at the same time, I was confused as to why she hadn't reported this sooner.

My best friend didn't take my unintentionally harsh tone too personally though, she only shook her head back and forth as she ran a hand through the short locks of blonde hair that rested at chin level.

"Maybe because I...I think they still might be in there, El, and I'm afraid to confront them because what if--"

She began to go off onto another mini rant once again but I cut her off sharply before she could do so, my otherwise calm and collected demeanor now becoming tense and concerned as my mind switched gears from worry to panic within a split second.

"Wait, what? What do you mean they're still in there? They didn't fucking leave?!"

Shoving the door open with a frantic push of my arms, I nearly pushed Margot over in my attempt to quickly escape the car that was feeling more restrictive then anything at that point but she was smart enough to move out of the way just in time as I half jumped, half fell out of the car and we both bolted over to the complex as Margot relayed the next new bit of information to me.

"I already told you, I don't know if they are! I think they're still here but I can't just tell and I'm not gonna go snooping around to see what they did and didn't steal if they're still in there."

Margot said with a hint of worry and terror coating her throat and I yanked open the door leading into the lobby as my eyes flashed towards hers to catch her expression, my own facial features showing clear signs of worry as well.