This idea had been stuck in my head for a good amount of time and I prefer it over my other idea soooo I decided why not? This is gonna be a fun AU ride! I hope yall enjoy the first chapter!
The noise from the TV was barely audible as it got muted by the sudden heavy rains that decided to plague Atlanta tonight. Two women were sprawled out on the couch as they finished up the newest episode of Bachelor in Paradise. An empty pizza box laid on top of the glass coffee table. Next two it was two empty wine glasses, only a sliver of orange juice was evidence of the mimosa.
The shorter girl glanced from the TV to her friend. Her dark eyes taking in her messy hair to her crumple pajamas. "Hey Zo, you sure you don't want to go out clubbing? Get your mind off things…"
Zo glanced at her friend before pushing herself up. "Sam, I'm fine doll." Sam gave her a skeptical look causing Zo to sigh. "Seriously doll, I'm fine. It's only been a month, I'm fine. Besides, the weather and my appearance doesn't exactly scream 'Time to Go Clubbing' hun."
Sam let out a snort, "I'll give you that much. Did I miss this weather report?" She gestured to her widow that was being pelted by rain.
"Fuck, I wish. Seemed God wanted me to stay in for a good while. Is this hurricane weather?"
Sam shook her head, "I've lived here my whole life and I don't even know. Usually there are more indications of a hurricane. The news would've reported it days ago."
Zo sighed, getting off the couch. "Well, in that case, I rather wait this out at my own apartment," Zo rubbed her face in realization, "Shit...Delilah and Saffron are probably freaking the fuck out right now."
Zo walked to the kitchen counter, grabbing her wallet, jacket, and keys before being stopped by Sam's light grip on her shoulder. Zo turned around, her eyes glancing down at Sam as she raised her eyebrows.
"Zo, it isn't safe to drive out there. Those gales are fucking strong. And the rain…" Sam sighed and shook her head, "I don't like it. I really don't."
"Saaaaammm," Zo pouted, "I'll be fine sweetheart. I always am. Besides, my babies are probably miserable right now."
"Could...couldn't you call a neighbor to check up on them. Or your apartment security? C'mon just stays here and wait it out."
"Sam," Zo placed her wallet and keys back down and gripped her friend's shoulder, "I will be fine. If anything happens I'll call you. When I get back to my apartment, I will call you. Don't worry."
Sam let out a defeated sigh and brushed a strand of dark hair out of her face. "You better, you hear me."
Zo smiled brightly as she grabbed her belongings once again. "Thank you. Besides, what is the worst that can happen?
Why did she have the jinx it? She really underestimated how shitty the weather was. Her car nearly served into a tree multiple times. The wind definitely didn't help the situation. Plus, the sudden appearance of thunder and lighting didn't help anything.
"The one Sam had a point and I ignored her," Zo muttered under her breath as she increased the speed of her windshield wipers as well as the radio.
The music only helped a smidgen. The fact that the music was early to mid-2000s throwback definitely was a plus.
It didn't last long.
A clap of thunder made Zo flinch. It was extremely close, or it was so loud that it felt like it. Her eyes glanced up to see lightning strike a couple of miles away, which proved her point.
She kept driving until the fog started rolling in.
"What the fuck?" Zo whispered in disbelief. Zo lightly pressed her foot on the breaks as the rolling fog encompassed her car. The radio started fritzing out, static overcoming the music. The channels changing without any assistance. Every light inside her cat as well as her headlights started blinking on and off until her entire car just searingly died.
Zo let out a deep breath as she sat in the dark as she tried to restart her engine. "Fuck," she tried again, "Fuck," and again "God fucking damnit!" After the engine sputtered the fifth time she slammed her hand on the headboard. "Fucking bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit," she muttered under her breath as she opened the passenger compartment and grabbed the handgun she always kept in there.
Quickly she turned the safety off as she opened her door. Zo was not a stupid woman and she knew bullshit when she sees it. And this entire situation was bullshit.
She got completely drenched the moment she stepped outside. The strong winds whipping her messy ponytail against her face. She stomped through the several inches of rain to the front of her car. Anger and annoyance flowed through her as she registered the fact her $100 boots were now ruined as well as her vision was completely useless due to the parade of raindrops on her glasses.
Zo muttered several curses under her breath as she held the gun in front of her as she made it to the front of her car. She whipped to her right, her eyes catching some type of movement.
"Who's there?" She shouted, her voice barely making a sound in the storm. "I'm armed fucktard!"
No response, just the sound of harsh winds and rain. With a sigh, she flicked the safety off and placed the gun in her boot. Zo reached the hood.
Another roar of thunder. Thunder so loud, Zo could swear her bones vibrated from the noise.
The next thing Zo knew was the fact she was on the ground, her hands covering her ears. Her vision was blurry and white, the feeling of electricity was in the air. Zo slowly blinked her eyes. Slowly her vision came back.
The first thing she noticed was the fact the thick fog was gone. Zo stayed in her crouched position, a frown forming on her face. It was quiet, far too quiet. She licked her lips and slowly stood up.
The rain was gone. Not just that, the gales were no existent. In fact, there was barely even a gentle breeze. The world felt still.
Zo glanced at her car, her eyes focusing on the now lit up headlight. Slowly the ringing of her ears got replaced to the gentle hum of her car's engine and the blasting of Hey Ya from the radio.
"What. The. Fuck." Zo breathed out. She let out a shaky laugh, which turned into one of hysterics. Zo turned around, leaning on the front of her car as tears ran down her eyes from laughing so hard.
With a deep breath, she started to settle down. Soon the last drop of laughter left her mouth she glanced up at the sky. Any sign of storm clouds was long gone. "Jesus fucking christ," she laughed before bringing her head back down.
Any trace of humor, relief, and laughter on her face disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "Jesus fucking christ," Zo whispered in shock. Her eyes widening in horror at the sight in front of her.
There, lying in the middle of the fucking road, was a person. Zo rushed towards the figure, her boots squishing with each step. She knelt down, wiping the raindrops off her glasses.
From what she could tell, it was definitely a person, a man to be precise or well a boy. There body was resting beneath the charred street. Did this asshole get struck by lighting? That idea was completely dismissed after Zo did a once over his body. No scarring or burnt smell. Their curly hair was drenched from the rain. "Is that a mullet?" Zo couldn't help but comment in confusion before shaking her head. Her eyes traced the teen's face, black goo or blood covered his lips. The same liquid covered his white wife-beater shirt. Lightly she grazed his slow-moving chest. Stab wounds? "What the fuck happened to you?" She whispered before stepping back.
She should leave. This wasn't her problem and she really didn't want to make it her problem. Someone else could help him, just not her. She was done with helping people deal with bullshit like this and for all, she knows this could be another sewer clown problem. She refused to deal with the fucking sewer clown.
Zo made her way back to her car and got back into the driver's seat. She grabbed the wheel, her foot hovered on the gas. Zo took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Prove them wrong. That painful familiar voice whispered in her ears. A voice as sweet as sugar, one that always managed to bring tears to her eyes. "Zo, who else could deal with this situation?"
"Shut up," Zo whispered, helplessness and frustration laced in her tone.
Look how far you got. Don't go back now.
"Shut up," Zo repeated, her voice growing louder. Tears started to form.
He will die if you-
"Shut UP," Zo shouted. The voice left her consciousness, leaving Zo utterly alone.
"God fucking-" Zo muttered getting out of the car.
She yanked the teen up, placing one of his arms around her neck as she dragged him to the back of the car.
"You fucking owe me Mr. 1980s," Zo hissed to the unconscious teen as she laid him in the backseats.
With a huff, she got back in the car and drove off.
What did she get herself into?
I am actually happy how this turned out. Sorry for any typos and grammatical errors, I just had the inspiration in me LOL.
I hope yall enjoyed this chapter. Let me know your thoughts!