When Stuff Happens

Chapter Eight

Amor tossed and turned before relinquishing the notion of falling asleep. It feels as if she's been up for hours but according to her phone it's only eleven. Too early for her to give up sleep. She groaned in despair and got up from the pillow cloud she was tossing in. Looking around the room or shed she decided the best way to go to sleep was to bore herself. And what better way to bore someone to sleep then by reading their psychology textbook.

The shed was dimly light thanks to the glow of moonlight and the neighbors' backyard lights. She grabbed her phone to illuminate the place to find a light stitch to turn on the lights. She looked at the walls glowing the harshness of her cellphone when her heart stopped. Flora she saw Flora.

Her palms become sweaty and her body tensed in attack mode when she realized it was a photo. Just merely a photo. She exhaled kicking herself to cower over the simple of her tia. But considering the ordeal this night she shouldn't be surprised. That's when it hit her. In one day, she was effectively kicked out of her temporary home called a whore and hit so hard she was surprised her teeth didn't shatter. More than that though Ezra divulged his past he opened a long-buried wound in the hopes that she wouldn't be as foolish as he had been.

She walked over to the photo and grabbed to take a closer look but her light from her phone was dim indicating it need to be charged. Lucky for her the light switch and outlet were behind the photo. She turned on the lights, slightly startled by intensity of the light and looked at the photo.

It was Flora in that frame, but she was younger, smiling and dare Amor say beautiful. Though not as beautiful as Amor's ma but still the happiness looked good on her tia including that white wedding dress. This must be a photo of Esmeralda's wedding day Amor remembered her mama saying she was invited but not her papa, so she did not attend. Amor wonders if that was the final nail in the coffin for their relationship as evident by Flora's screaming tide-raid showed that there was bad blood between the two sisters. Just as she about to put the photo down she saw another familiar face buried almost in pink taffeta. It's Sue Ellen, who too bared the glow of youth and happiness.

Sue Ellen friends with Flora? So much so she was apparently a bride's maid in the wedding. So what happened?

Amor decided that she had dug up enough surprises for the day, placed the photo down and scavenged her backpack to find her charging supplies. She begrudgingly discovered she forgotten her adapter at Flora's so with no choice she turned her phone off along with the lights. Suddenly the once bright, fluorescent room was now accented with soft moonlight. She stumbled her way to her make-up bed, pulled the covers overhead and decided to count sheep to knock herself out.

Morning sun blinded her, so her morning rise was not gentle or happy. She groaned only allowing her top half of her body to move as she did not want to welcome this day. This day meant that it was another chance, either for her to rise or fall. Considering her odds from last night she believed the former option possible.

She opened her eyes fully admiring the shed but more than that the view. The shed had three windows. Two on the sides of the door and one on top of the desk close to her head. The ones at the door showed her what was happening inside the house: Emma and Maria Ella cooking and smiling and Ezra in his room at the second floor looking scattered. He seemed to be at a lost looking for something. She thought the poor fool would lose his head if it wasn't attached to his body and decided to help.

As she got up she realized what had happed yesterday as a mirror displayed her now bruised face. Esmeralda hit her, effectively kicked her out of the house and Ezra admit an abused past to her. Her breathing faltered suddenly dizzy she sat back down. Last night, yesterday was too much for her.