When all hell breaks loose

       When all Hell Breaks Loose

Chapter one: When all hell breaks loose

I was sprawled out on the ‘V’ shaped couch, watching the hilarious episode of family guy where Bryan shaves his hair and rubs himself on Peter.

          The fan was in the corner of the room, rotating halfway back and forth making sure both my brother, Travis, and I got cool breeze air. The ceiling fan slowly turned, not making much of a difference, and the six-o-clock sunset shining its orange light through the halfway enclosed blinds. We didn’t want any source of light: which was also a source of heat.

        Although I was looking forward to this episode all week, now that I’m finally playing in front of me, I’m totally distracted. My eyes darted from spot to spot in the room and I was slightly anxious. No, scratch that. Extremely anxious.

        I had a very bad feeling, and it scared me. It was the same feeling I had-, I had before mom died. Our dad had abandoned us when Travis was ten and I was six, and we only saw him every now and then, so now we were parentless. We have been parentless for almost five years now.

        The buzz of the fan slowed until there was no buzz at all and a sudden overwhelming heat surged through my body. Travis cursed under his breath and abruptly got up, making me sit up in alert.

        Travis made his way to the fan and fiddled with the button on the top before making a very audible sigh and going over to the counter. I just sat not saying anything because if I speak ill lose a lot of energy. It was a week from the hottest day of the year.

        This year, the weather has been pushed back about three or four months, so we were a month and a half into school. And they, thankfully, gave us two weeks off just for this. But right now, I want to be back in ling’sdale high school, where they have A.C. those cheap farts don’t want to spend money on keeping hundreds of unaware teenagers cool.

         Travis came back with a screwdriver and carelessly shoved it into the back of the fan. After a long while of twisting, the back popped off and he laced his tired hands around it and dropped the dusty white battery cover to the floor.

        He stopped down and peered inside before sighing again. This time, much, much louder. Finally, I spoke. “What is it?”

        “The batteries are dead,” he groaned. Sh*t! The only place that sells those batteries are home depot, which is only twenty minutes away, but our car is in the shop from being over heated. So it was a forty-five minute walk.

         Travis closed his eyes in an attempt to sooth himself before he went over to the door and slipped on his t shit, wincing as it touched his sweaty skin.

         “What are you doing!?” I screamed jumping up from the now soaked from swat couch. “He eyed me before saying, “I’m going to get the batteries” in a duh tone.

         I instantly felt bad. Earlier, Travis had stubbed his toe, but despite that he has been doing all the work while I sit down. “No, I’ll go” I said, though it took more courage than I expected, and my face fell even deeper.

         “Are you sure, Lea?” he questioned, his dark brown eyebrows furrowing together and his eyes darkening slightly. I fought the lump in my throat. “Yes, I’m sure”.

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         I packed my bag with five water bottles, a spray bottle filled with ice cold water, and I had a cap on, my dark brown, almost black hair in a ponytail and flowing messily out of the hole usually in the back of caps.