Chapter 72: Sock

There was blood on the carpet and Chad's designer sunglasses broken on the floor. I had one shoe on and my other foot was catching the breeze in an orange sock. This day was not going well. I swear nothing good begins on a Monday... My thoughts were on Arturo. I wished he was safe. Now that we knew the jersey belonged to him, whose to say the blood wasn't? Please, please be ok. The phone rang. I had no understanding of why this was happening. Arturo and I had never met. Why would his jersey be in my room? Who put it here and why? "Please pick up," my sister whispered next to me. We were huddled around Luke's phone. Chad, Austin, Luke, Flora and myself. Each ring sent us into a deeper silence. The tension was building. Riiiing. "Don't go to voicemail..." Austin muttered. "Ssh!" Chad hushed us. We all leaned in. There was a moment's silence as we waited. The p