The Wake Up Call

Prolouge and Chapter One!

(A/N) Hi! First successful story on Wattpad, yeah... I can't work the stinking controls right!!! And it keeps glitching...

Anyway, I hope you like it!!! Thanks for reading!!!

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_______PROLOGUE_______

CALIFORNIA, 2009

He leaned over the sleeping children, the eldest girl being twelve, the second eldest girl ten, and the two twin boys a mere three.

The one closest to him, the oldest, stirred in her twin bed, then turned around, pushing the yellow coverlet off of herself. She yawned, then looked up. Her auburn tangles fell into her frozen face as she saw the smiling man standing above her. Her sapphire eyes widened in surprise, then in fear. She screamed loudly then jumped up off of her bed, and took advantage of the intruder's surprise. She woke the younger girl, screaming

"Mara! Wake up and carry Zeke! I'll wake Mom and Dad! I'll carry Ryan! Run!" The girl immediately sprang up and grabbed one of the twins, the one with green eyes. "Like his father..." The man thought. Then he remembered why he was here, and he sprinted toward the door.

"Shut up or else your dead! Your parents, too!" He hissed. The two girls shut their mouthes right away. He smirked. The older one shot him a death glare, a glare that said, I hate you SOO much, a I-will-devour-you look. "Who the hell are you?" She whispered in a 'still-gonna-kill-you' kind of tone. "My name is... well, you can call me Mr. Adrian Dumort."

"Well, Dumont--" "It's Dumort, Missy!" "--Dumort, what the hell are you doing here? In our house? At--" she checked the alarm clock,"-- 1:00 a.m?"

He was about to answer, when he was interrupted by the girl. "How did you get in here annyway? I locked all of the windows and doors!" "Not important-" "NOT IMPORTANT?!?!" "Yes-" "YOU CAN'T JUST COME IN HERE AND--" As the young girl rambled, the man sighed. He should have known this was going to happen. After all, she was Harley's daughter. Oh, well.

"I MEAN, YOU BROKE INTO OUR-" He dug into his pocket for something... Aha... He grabbed the handle of a small gun-like object, "ARE YOU EVEN PAYING ATTENTION?!?! W-what's that?"Her eyes widened,"IS THAT A G-" sprayed the sleeping gas he brought. "G-gun" The girl finished. The children collapsed to the ground.

"Now. To move them..." The man picked the twelve-year-old up and started to drag her toward the bed she had been sleeping in.

CHAPTER ONE: THE DAY I MET DEATH

I am on a dark road, with a oddly shaped pile just a few feet in front of me (A/N- If anyone says this is poo, I'm gonna blow). Curiosity floods me, and I slowly walk toward the pile. When I walk a little closer, I see that it is a pile of yellowed bones. I scream and try to run away, but the ground starts to pull me toward the pile, like a treadmill, except I can't keep up with this. The ground moves faster, I scream, and darkness closes in.

And I wake up. That's all it was. A nightmare. Thank God.

I am Brryna Dyyls. Call me Bryn, everyone does. And I have these sort of dream every night, ever since I was twelve years old.

Ever since I saw death.

I'll explain. On the night my father had been murdered, someone broke into our house, and had snuck into the nursery. I had slept in there that night because I had a bad feeling, sleeping alone. Okay, I'll admit it, I was scared. So I had slept in the nursery. Anyway, the man had said his name was Adrian Dumort, but that actually means, Sadness (or darkness) of Death. Ironic, isn't it?

After that day, my mother has been lifeless. I mean, she got a job, made a living, and fed us, but she never showed any... emotion. She never went out, never made friends, and never, ever, mingled with the opposite sex unless it was strictly business.

Until Nate came along.

Nate, my stepfather, is a minor league basketball player. And not a very good one, too. He and my mother met four years ago, when I was fourteen, Mara was twelve, and the twins were five. He came to my mothers work, looking for a good accountant, and he got her. At first, they were all business. Then they started to get together randomly, in a coffee shop called Brenda and Mikes, and they talked about other, more personal, things, such as Mara, Ryan, Zeke, and I.

They started dating one year after that. My mother was happier, but more naïve. She walked into the relationship with no worries, no concerns, no thoughts. It wasn't like her, but Mara and I just thought of it as happiness.

Then came the marriage. About two years ago, when I was sixteen, Nate popped the question. And my mother said yes. That was when I started to feel concerned. Who the heck gets engaged to someone you've only known for, like, three or four years?!?! Certainly not my mother. Not Helena Dyyls. Helena Dyyls was much too mature, much too grown up, to do such a thing. But I let her. I let her, because she was happy. The twins were happy. Mara, though she had her doubts, was happy. And I was happy, because my family was happy.

For five months, we were in Hawaii for the Honeymoon. The only bright side of the marriage was that we got to tag along.

So now, here we are. Nate has to move around a lot, because he keeps getting traded for other players.

On June, 6th, 2014, we are moving to Staten Island, NY, and I will be attending Concord High as a Senior. Graduation year, yay! Sarcasm intended.

I don't think that I'll be making any friends. The new girl, the one who will be staying here for one year, graduation year, and will be away and gone before anyone will care enough to learn her name. That's what I'll be.

Not Bryn Dyyls, the adventurous, sarcastic, witty, beautiful, girl that every boy wants and every girl wants to be. Not the person I want to be known as. Not someone's best friend. Not... Not anyone.

I'm hoping I'll at least be known as a wallflower. It's the best I'm going to get.

(A/N) SORRY FOR ALL OF THE CRAPPINESS, GRAMMAR MISTAKES, AND SPELLING MISTAKES IN THIS CHAPTER! TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE, AND I'LL TRY TO FIX THEM! BUT I CAN'T FIX THE CRAPPINESS. SORRY! HAVE A GOOD DAY, LOVLIES!