Deal With It.

Chapter One "I'm a b***h, but at least I'm a honest.."

I want to scream, run, cry but all I could do was just stand here. Just watch the lives of the innocent be destroyed by just one bullet. I felt so weak inside, losing everyone I love and care about right infront of my eyes, die.

It made my legs weak, which made me fall on my knees, feeling the hard, cold ground that left a trail of goosebumps crawling all over my skin.

I wanted to kill the person who made the people suffer infront of me but my hands were tied behind me and the person was covered by the shadows.

Bang.

"Lara! Lara! Please sweetheart.. Wake up!" shouts a male voice,

I woke up finding myself on my bedroom floor with my uncle, Ray kneeling beside me, his face was full of fear and concern.

I took a deep breath as if I was gasping for air, my uncle helped me up but it was difficult to because my legs felt helpless as it was in the dream but I managed to do so for a few seconds then fell back on my bed and felt a bit light headed again.

My uncle turned on my lamp that was on the nightstand, on my right side of the bed and then looked at me. I felt something running down my face and it wasn't coming from my eyes.

"Oh boy, you must have bumped your head from the nightstand. I'll go get you towel." he says

He walks out of my room and I slowly get up to look in the mirror. A strain of my hazel hair covered with blood and my eyes bloodshot.

I guess I was stress with balancing school, work, and family. I live with my uncle and cousin since they're the only family I have left.

My mom died giving birth to me and my dad was MIA for the past seven years, none of my family members mention anything about having other siblings, so it's only just me.

All of the sudden, I heard someone coming in from the downstairs garage and as I suspected its Trevor, my older cousin but he was more of a brother since he's been there for me than most people.

My head starts to hurt again, I leaned forward to place my head between my crossed arms that I placed on my dresser and felt the blood touching my arms.

"Lara! Lara?" I heard him coming into the open door. "Are you alright? Was it another nightmare?"

I slowly lifted up my head and looked at him, he's dressed in his black leather jacket, with matching pants and combat boots and do to the helmet in his hand looks like he used the motorcycle to go make "special" delieveries.

He uses the bad boy image as people say, guys at my school fear him and others actually worship him as if he was their god or something like that. He's very protective, even when it comes to family.

My uncle finally came in, with a damp towel, a few bandages and ointment. I sat on the bed and he starts to patch me up.

"We should really put something to keep you from hitting the edge of the nightstand again or to keep you from falling off the bed." Trevor says seriously.

"I can buy one of those pillows that can be used as a wall." Ray replies.

"I'm fine. It won't happen again I promise."

I look into Trevor's eyes making sure he will believe me. But we all know that it takes more than words to make Trevor believe in you, especially with me.

After the little family reunion in my room, I tried fall back to sleep but all I can do was think about the nightmare.

It's been happening for the past three months, I fell about five times out of my bed and two times out of it made them come into my room again.