Deal With It.

Chapter Three "It smelt like cabbages"

"Oh god no..."

I-I can't breathe.. th-theres blood... everywhere.

I wipe my runny nose with my wrist and lean on wall near the bookshelf.

I'm in my house... with three dead bodies on the floor, blood splatter on every wall and furniture in the business room. I don't dare to look at their faces, to terrified to know who's lives I've taken. They were probably innocent people just doing their jobs so they can be paid, to take care of their family, their sick parents or children.

My body was shaking as if I just came out of the pool and the cold wind hits me. Dropping on my knees, rocking back and forth, hoping that it's not the person that I cared for the most. I wish someone was here, I don't care who but someone to save me from this terrible nightmare. I hate to know that, it's one of them whose lying on the ground. My breathing still in a rapid pace, tears still traveling down my cheek, and I lean my head on the wall again.

The gun is still in my hands, cold metal makes a tingling crawl up the arm that holds it.

Door breaks down.

"Come on!"

Someone's trying to lift me up using both of it's hands. Tears were blurring up my vision plus the lighting was terrible so I couldn't tell who was helping me. I dug my face into his chest, I smelt cologne, axe with a hit of gasoline. He lift me up, carrying me outside.

The night breeze hits me, making me shiver head to toe. He speaks a foreign language but I can't tell what kind. I'm in a vehicle, eyes closed. Wanting to wake up from this nightmare. From breathing heavily and the movement of being driven off made me tired. causing to doze off.

Beep.. Beep.. Beep..

The light from my lamp, makes me squint and hide underneath my white sheets. I hiss but the thought of not being in the dream makes me relieved.

"Come on Lara, breakfast is downstairs and ready to be eaten."

It's not Trevor's voice, not even Rays'.

Sounds female, mid-30s and with an accent similar to the guy who saved me.

I'm dreaming.. I should be dreaming right now and wake up to start my early jog with Trevor. If this is real. God, please not let this be real. I am asleep in my bed right now dreaming.

I am dreaming.

I am dre-

She pulls the sheets that covers my face and I'm shown to the light, it blinds me, making myself cover my eyes with my hands.

"Lara.."

The voice changes into Trevors', I blink my eyes adjusting to the sight as I slowly remove my hands away from them. He's in the position the women was in, the vision clears up that I'm still in my bedroom at five in the morning.

"What's wrong?"

Finally lifting my head up from the soft pillow, I gaze at the sight of Trevor and his reaction to my face was confused and terrified.

"For a second there, I thought you said you cooked." I smirk.

The last time he tried to cook, he ended up burning ramen which almost caught the house on fire. So we basically survive by the once in a blue moon meal by Ray, take out or deliveries, and the meal that I try to make from youtube.

"I did."

"No way."

My expression on my face shows everything, it's always difficult to tell if he's lying or not. I could pull out a lying detector right now and I still couldn't tell if he is or not.