My Twisted Bad Boy #Wattys2016

9.

9.

peripeteia

(.n) a sudden turn of events or an unexpected reversal, especially in a literary work.

The morning after our late night I woke up pretty early. Thank god that the snowstorm was still going strong, meaning that we don't have to go to school.

I went downstairs wrapped in a thick sweater, sweats and slippers to turn on the heater. It's way too cold in here.

After yawning and stretching about a thousand times, I went to make a cup of chocolate milk and a sandwich.

I turned the tv on in the living room to check the news and there was nothing more but misery.

It's election year and every American citizen is going insane. Our candidates this year don't exactly give us, or at least me, much hope for the future of America.

Make America great again? More like 'Make America white again' if you ask me. I rolled my eyes at the disgrace of a man on my tv muttering offensive things under my breath.

When a segment about that cockroach was over, there was news over a shooting in Orlando and saying that I was in shock was an understatement. I turned the flatscreen louder so I could hear more information.

Apparently fifty people have been shot, that's what they're saying. My heart stopped. David.

I ran upstairs to my room, grabbed my phone and dialed my aunt Melinda to check up. She didn't pick up which got me worried even more.

I ran towards my moms room only not to find her there. Her room was a complete mess though.

I tried to call my aunt about ten times more and she didn't pick up, that's when I knew something was wrong.

As usual, my brain started to think the worst. I ran into my room and woke Elliot up hysterically. She slapped me in the process of waking up but I couldn't care less right now.

"What the fuck Zara, what is wrong with you?"  She said sleepily.

My tears didn't stop nor help me to explain the situation to Elliot. "T-There's been a shooting at a gay club in Orlando."  I screeched and she stared at me confused until it clicked in her head too.

"Fuck. David?" She said and sat straight up, almost bumping heads while doing so.

"Have you called your aunt yet?" Elliot asked and ran towards my closet and grabbed a sweater and sweatpants.

I was still hiccuping and crying. "Over ten times, no one picked up. I called Melinda, David, uncle Kyle and even Jenice, no one fucking picked up Elliot." I said and broke down in tears again.

She hugged me as we left the room where Nisha was still in deep sleep.

"Where's mom?" Elliot asked and I shrugged. If I knew, you'd know." Elliot paced around helpless calling people continuously.

That went on for about two hours and Nisha slept through it all.  

It was all over social media, the news basically everywhere. And there was nothing I could do to speak to my family in Orlando.

From all the pacing around and stress Elliot and I fell asleep for half an hour. Before we knew it, it was already twelve p.m.

"Guys, hey are you okay?"  Nisha asked the minute she woke us up.

We explained everything to Nisha and she was in pure shock.

We tried to contact mom and after the tenth call she picked up.

"Zara I know what's going on okay. I haven't heard anything from your aunt either. Please calm down. Ask Elliot and Nisha to stay with you another night. I'm finishing some business." My mom said as soon as she picked up her phone.

"Oh okay mom, be safe, I love you." I said and looked at Elliot and Nisha who waited in anticipation.

"Love you too honey. Stay inside okay?" 

"Okay mom, bye." I waited until my mom said bye back before I ended the call.

The rest of the evening was unpleasant. Elliot and Nisha kept me company, Nisha even made dinner for us. We decided to kill time by watching some old skool movies.

"Friday always makes me happy." Elliot said as the credits were scrolling down on the flat screen tv. I nodded in agreement and waited for Nisha to change it to another movie.

Just as I began to get comfortable on Elliot's shoulder, someone rang the doorbell. Nisha went to get it and we heard a male voice speaking.

Little did we know that Cole would walk into my living room seconds later.