*alarm beeps*
He grunts, reach out to his phone on the other side of the bed and snooze his alarm for 10 minutes.
The phone rings again. This time it wasn’t alarm.
*Sam calling*
Joe’s sleepy eyes instantly brightened up, revealing it’s hazel brown color, he smirked looking at his phone screen and receives the call,
“Morning Sunshine, aren’t we about to meet at Pulse at 10 tonight?” Sam asked.
Joe works at a 24 hours pharmacy store in a night shift, he has been doing it since he moved to Florida 7 months ago.
“Only if you’ll twerk for me” Joe chuckled.
Sam lives at Walton street, stays in a rented apartment that is right next to where Joe works.
3 weeks ago, it was a Thursday 2am when Sam visited the drug store to get his prescribed sleeping pills, that’s when the sparks flew between him and Joe and the frequent visit to store followed by a coffee date started.
“Your coffee is on the table, I’m going to the Dollar store, let me know if you want anything..” Joe’s mom said from the kitchen.
Joe gets up from the bed, stretches his body like a cat up from his nap, pulls up his spongebob boxers that had slide down below revealing his lilac color undie.
“No I’m not wearing that, it’s the first time I’m going out with him at a party and I have to look extremely like a macaroon, pretty and expensive” Joe said to his friend Angela, who has been giving him advice for his date.
Joe finally decide upon wearing a white tank top with a black cardigan and that was it, he didn’t want to waste anymore time getting paranoid over his clothes.
“I’m goin to a party with Sam, will b late tonight. Have ur dinner! Love you ” he texted his mom and jumped into the Uber excitedly, constantly checking himself on his phone.
The club was beautifully lit, there were people outside hugging each other, happy faces waving to their friends, some walked out of their cars in a Diva attire, while some perfectly toned men walked around making other swoon over them. But I was looking out for someone else, where is Sam? I need to call him.
5 minutes later, there was a tap on my shoulder, I turned back and the next moment I was wrapped in arms, the perfume was familiar, it smells like harmony of leather, white wood, Amber and cinnamon bark. Sam was hugging me, I was in his arms and I wished it could last for a lifetime.
The club was crowded like it’s some vanity fair, DJ was bursting Drake’s ‘Hotline Bling’. People were laughing, dancing, gathering at the bar, some kissing the tongue out of each other holding their partner against the dim-lit wall. It was all new to me and I was liking it all.
Sam got me a drink, I later realized it was Vodka mixed with coconut water and it did tasted good and surprisingly refreshing.
“You look super amazed, kid” Sam said, holding me by waist.
I couldn’t help but smile, I could feel my cheeks going red by the way he was looking at me with his dark black charcoal eyes, and that James Dean smirk on his face.
The song changed, people cheered up, the club turned more louder now and for me, everything went from bright colorful lights to dark paradise as I could feel a tingling touch on my lips, Sam was pulling me closer, kissing me while I was losing myself to him.
Suddenly there was a loud noise, he didn’t let go off me, I didn’t care to see what the noise was. The noise continued, my eyes opened at the terror, it was coming closer, the noise increased with more intensity, there was a sound of agony, glasses were breaking, people were running, loud noise of destruction continued, I was seeing it all but Sam refused to move, he was falling over me, I was unable to breath, I wanted to move but his body was getting heavy on me.
“Sam move!” I pushed him, his lips parted mine and he fell on his knees and then on the floor, my hand was painted in dark red, my white tank has now stained, Sam has been shot.
I couldn’t move, the happy dance floor was now covered with blood, the music was replaced by shrieks and moans. I lay there right next to Sam’s lifeless body.
My mind could think no more, I just wanted to wake up on my bed and end this nightmare, call to Sam and hear his voice again. Everything was getting blur, I could vaguely hear sirens outside the club. I wanted to call out for help but I feel paralyzed.
I lay my head on Sam’s chest, hoping for the alarm to wake me up.
A lot many lost the love of their life, parents lost their kids and many are hospitalised, struggling with the battle they didn’t choose. This ruthless act of hate is a scar on humanity. My deepest condolences to the family of the victims, may they get all the strength and support.
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