Saga's Revenge

K soooo what's posted here is all I got. Lol. Definitely writing more tomorrow as I have nothing else to do. Lol. Enjoy...

Can't I stay up just a little while longer uncle Gavin?" I pleaded. "It's only 9:30. Only babies go to bed this early." "Your brother is in bed" uncle Gavin replied. "Yea cause he's a baby" I said under my breath. It was a typical Friday night in the Guerrero household. The music was playing and the drinks were flowing. The grown ups were unwinding. My uncle spent his entire week doing construction by day and things he'd never tell me by night. Friday was the one time he got to kick back with a drink, a blunt and a few friends. "No, no, no Saga. It's time for bed. Don't do this to me tonight". He looked at me sternly. I poked out my lip and folded arms. "Fine. I'll go to bed. Night" I said quietly while walking away. Three. Two. One. "Saga, wait..." he said. I fought back my smile and turned around. "I'll let you stay up for just 5 more minutes." I started to protest but he raised his hand, silencing me. "As long as you sing for me and my friends". Finally, my smile spread across my face. He knew I loved to sing. Especially for him. "Deal" I said making my way to the middle of the floor. He smiled and after a few moments, silenced the room. When it was completely silent I looked at him, waiting for my cue. "Sing, my love" he whispered. I closed my eyes and sang "God Bless the Child". My mamas song. I used to hear her sing it to my brother when he was a baby. I swore I'd sing it to my kids when I was older. But for now, I sang it for my uncle Gavin. At the end of the song, I opened my eyes and caught him wiping the tears that always fell when I sang for him. The room erupted with applause and cheers but the only ones that mattered were his. I walked over and hugged him as tight as my arms would allow. "Good night GG. I love you" I whispered in his ear. "I love you more baby girl. Sleep well" he whispered back before kissing my cheek.

Shots rang out as loud as explosions in my ears. I looked over and seen Tito peeking from under the covers. "Stay there baby. Dont move ok?" He quickly nodded and covered his face with the blanket. I scrambled out of bed whispering the same prayer I prayed every time I heard gunshots outside my house. "Dear God, don't let him be hurt". Countless nights, I put that prayer on repeat until I was sure he was safe. I ran to my living room and there he was. Face down in a pool of his blood. That hair I loved so much bloodied and covered in brain matter. The only man I'd ever loved or respected, laid on my living room floor, lifeless. His glazed eyes were fixated on me. Or at least in my direction. In those seconds, everything around me froze. I didn't hear the tires screech as his assailants got away. I didn't hear the sirens. I dint hear myself scream. All I heard was my heartbeat, while the realization that his would never beat again, sank in. I fell to my knees and wept. The only family Tito and I had was gone. Suddenly I was dizzy and everything went black.