Three Strikes

     I woke up from the sunlight pouring into my room from the open window. Pulling my blanket over my head, I groaned into my pillow. 

     Should I get up? Or should I try to sleep some more?

     Ha, I'll go to sleep. Treat yourself, right? It's also a Saturday. I don't have any plans today. I think.

     My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my phone.

     I reached out of my blankets and grabbed the small device off of my bedside table.

     "Hey Saioa," I answered, slowly sitting up and leaning against the bed frame. "What's up?"

     I heard her sniffle, and knew that she tried to cover it.

     She was never really one to share her sadness with other people, which kind of bothered me, because I like knowing everything. But I got used to it with her.

     "Oh my God, what happened? Are you okay?"

     She didn't answer, she just started bawling. Jesus Christ, if that ass dumped her, I'm going to punch his face in. No one messes with my best friend. Not even cute guys.

    "God, I'm coming over." I hung up on her when she was mid-sniffle and put on a coat.

     Grabbing my car keys, I slipped on a pair of moccasins and stepped out the fancy door of my house and to my Porsche.

     I'll buy some ice cream and junk food for us to eat when I get to her house, because comfort food always makes things better. 

     When I entered the store, I bought five large ice cream tubs of various flavors and three big bags of popcorn.

     "Have a nice day," The clerk told me with a smile as the person next to him bagged my items.

     "Mhm," I hummed in response. I know they don't enjoy their job, so why do they bother being all nice and shit? They don't have to. If I had to work as a clerk, I'd be pissed off and done with everything every single day.

     Good thing I'm not one.

     Grabbing my stuff from the bagger's hands, I took my keys out of my pocket and walked out to my car in the parking lot.

     Stepping inside and sitting on the luxurious leather, I put the key to the ignition and drove off to Saioa's house, which was a few miles from the store. It's really close.

      Parking in front of the chestnut mansion, I grabbed the grocery bags from the back and made my way up to the gate that surrounded the actual building.

     "Name and status?" A man's voice sounds through the speaker on the wall.

     "Maeve, Saioa's friend."

      "Full name?"

      "Um, Maeve DeLeon."

      "Is that your real name?"

      Ugh. "No."

     "Real full name and status?"

     "Jesus Christ, it's Mavella DeLeon. I'm Saioa's friend," I answered the man talking over the speaker, angrily sighing and rolling my eyes.

      The elegant wooden gates clicked open, and I walked my way through them and to the front door. They closed behind me as I rang the doorbell about a million times a second.

      After a few seconds of the door not being responded to, I shifted my weight onto my left foot and impatiently rang the doorbell again. When no one answered, I pounded the door twice. Then once more.

      What was taking so long? Surely, Saioa has a person standing by the doorway in case someone like me comes along.

      Probably ten more seconds passed before I was about to leave, but was stopped when Saioa's father answered the door.

      "Oh, hi, Maeve! Sorry for the long wait, the servant who would usually wait the door is on medical leave," He apologized, putting on a nervous smile.

      "It's alright, Mr. Velarde. I didn't mind waiting." Of course I minded waiting, but I had to be polite.

      "Well, come on in, it's kind of chilly outside. Wouldn't want you to get sick," He said, opening the door wider and ushering me inside.

      I thanked him and skipped the steps of the spiraling staircase up to Saioa's room.

      When I reached her room, I opened the door and found her sobbing on the carpet floor, which was dirtied with tissues and stray clothes. 

      "Oh my God," I shut the tall door and ran over to the poor girl. "Aw, sweetie, what happened? Are you alright?" I knelt down beside her, rubbing her back as her body convulsed with each hiccup that escaped her throat.

      She shook her head and mumbled incoherently. Damn, whoever did this to her is going to get their ass whipped by me.

      I'm small, but I can break your bones if you mess with anything I care about.

      "It's okay," I soothed her, holding her to my chest as her crying started to die down. 

      I sighed. "Now tell me, what happened?"

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helloooo and here is the first chapter of Three Strikes!

a bit of a short chapter if you ask me, but I was eager to get this thing published already.

I hope you like it! Vote, comment, share the love with people around you, etc.

sorry for any mistakes you find. bye!

                                             -Shamira