Chaos

AMAYA’S POV

We were in Capetown for about a week and managed to secure both a factory and a shop in a prime location for a fair price. After all the hard work we decided to hit the town and check out the nightlife. Rita had asked our travel agent to recommend a few places that we could go to, so we got ready, called my driver slash bodyguard, Richard Jack, to bring the car to the front. Richard had been with me for a few years now. I trusted him with my life. I usually traveled with him and Rita-and my EA Andrew Campbell sometimes, but he got married recently and I hated taking him away from his family.

“Let’s go already!” Rita was so impatient and raring to go.

She looked lovely. She was wearing a black sequinned, strapless cocktail dress, that complemented her tanned-smooth skin, with killer matching heels. I had donned a white long-sleeved catsuit, that was body-hugging and showed modest cleavage. It was both sexy and classy. I completed the outfit with sky-high heels and a matching clutch bag. We both decided to do go with the smokey-eye look since we wanted to try out our new range of eye-shadow pallets that just hit the market and they proved to be very popular so far.

We went for dinner first because we were famished. We tried a local seafood restaurant and then we went dancing. And oh how we loved dancing! We took dance class from the time we were in junior school and now we used it to distress. We club-hopped for a bit until we settled at some trendy club that seemed to be the place to be on a Friday night.

We danced to a couple of songs and as we were about to walk back to our table we were stopped in our tracks.

“The next song is dedicated to a special guest we have here with us tonight- Miss Amaya Walsh. You’re looking, good babe! I see you...” The DJ announced from the sky-box that was suspended in the ceiling.

Rita and I looked at each other in confusion. Unfortunately, we couldn’t see him because the booth was way up high.

Work from Home by Fifth Harmony started to play and Rita screamed as she pulled me back to the dance floor.

“Oooh my song!!”She squealed.

“You know the DJ?!” Rita shouted into my ear.

“I have no idea who he is!” I yelled back as we made our way to the dance-floor.

“Who cares let’s just dance!” Rita turned around and started twerking.

After the song I signaled to Rita that I was hot and thirsty, so we made our way back to the VIP section. I was more of a social drinker, alcohol wasn’t really my thing. I could manage a glass or two of wine but Rita could drink herself into a stupor. A couple of guys asked to join us and we just kind of hung out with them. They were also from the United States-apparently they were friends with the DJ-who was some famous singer.

The night was going great and we were having a great time. Richard tried not to hover over us too much and then a fight broke out. We heard that rival gangs would sometimes open fire randomly and didn’t care when or where it happened. People started screaming and shoving each other trying to escape as gunshots rang out in the crowded club.

“Come this way!” Richard shouted to us over the noise.

He tried shielding Rita and me as we tried dodging bullets, running to the back entrance as it was easier to get out that way. Suddenly Richard lurched forward and slumped to the floor, clutching his shoulder.

"Richard! Richard!” Rita screamed hysterically.

We tried to get to him but there was a stampede and people were falling over each other trying to get out.

I grabbed Rita’s arm and yelled. ”Take off your heels, we have to make a run for it!”

She was panic-stricken and tears were running down her face. I pulled her against the wall, held her face between my hands, and spoke to her gently but I was firm at the same time,

“Rita- breathe. Deep breaths. ” She complied. “That’s my girl,” I said managing a smile. She gave me a tight smile, removed her heels and took a deep breath, and said “Let’s do this!”

“Rita we got to try and find Richard, I just can’t leave him here. I don’t even know if he is..” My voice trailed off.

I couldn’t even bring myself to say it.

“Don’t worry hun! Richie is a fighter! He won’t come all the way across the world to die on us.” Rita exclaimed as she rubbed my shoulder, trying to comfort me.

Somehow in the midst of this ruckus teargas emissions invaded the club and it was difficult to breathe or see. All entrances were blocked. We had nowhere to run.

"We’re all going to die!We’re going to die Maya! We’re going to die!" Rita screamed hysterically before passing out.

“Rita! Please wake up!” I shouted but all in vain.

I leaned over trying to protect her from getting trampled on and started to drag her limp body towards the club kitchen. There was probably a back-door somewhere. But try as I might the teargas was too much for my lungs. I managed to drag her to the back entrance of the club and as I staggered out of the door I joined Rita as the darkness beckoned.

“I accept chaos, I’m not sure whether it accepts me.” 
― Bob Dylan