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Relax your arms a bit. Your shaking so damn badly you'll wind up missing.

Edited 2013-09-14 17:11 (UTC)

{Lyla shakes her head, biting down on her lip to draw blood, needing to feel something.} I'm not sure I can.

Edited 2013-09-14 17:59 (UTC)

[Tara takes a step to move behind Lyla and brings her own hands up to rest over the woman's.] You can, just breath.

[With a gentle pull back she helps Lyla to relax her arms just a tiny bit and keep her steady.]

{She'll flinch at first unsure with what Tara is going to do next but her body soon relaxes when Lyla feels Tara's hand against hers. Relaxing into Tara she's able to calm down enough to take a proper grasp of the gun.}

[When she feels Lyla relax there is the faintest of smiles falling over the woman's lips. Tara knew that Lyla should have been taught how to use a gun long before this moment but, with the way shit kept piling up around the club there hadn't been time.]

Alright, just gently squeeze the trigger.

[Her gaze falls over Lyla's shoulder and onto the target hanging several feet from them.]

Edited 2013-09-14 18:34 (UTC)

{Listening intently to instructions, Lyla took a deep breath and followed through, imagining the target as the men who had attacked her. The sheer shrill of it brought a glow to her features as she watched the bullet enter the target.}

[She catches that glow that suddenly lights up Lyla's features the moment she pulls the trigger, the bullet tearing through the paper target with ease.]

Good shot.

{Lyla turns to Tara, a beaming smile on her face.} I haven't felt that much control since...

{The smile slowly slips, being replaced with a distraught frown on her features.}

[Tara casts her eyes down suddenly, a knowing nod coming from her at the same time.]

I know. [She slides a comforting arm around the other woman's waist with a sigh.]

{Tears spring to her eyes as she lays her head against her friends shoulder, her own slumping slightly.} I should be stronger then this...

You have every right to be like this. [Hell, Op hasn't even been gone that long.}

{Lyla involuntarily drops the gun from her hands, a scowl plastered to her face as she recoils from Tara's touch.} No! All of this was no fault but my own, if I had just listened and took the help.

{Wiping at the tears that threatened to fall she tugged at her hair.} I'm so damn stupid.

Edited 2013-09-14 21:28 (UTC)

[Her hand comes out quickly to catch the gun before it can hit the ground. Tara is quick to put the safety on it while Lyla recoils from her touch.] Lyla...

[Setting the gun down on the hood of the car, she gives her friend a stern look.] You're trying to raise three kids on your own, you didn't think....[Things would go that far, but the words go unsaid.]

{She hadn't even thought about what her hands were doing but a disgruntled cry left Lyla as Tara caught the gun.}

They've taken everything... {Lyla finds herself moving to slide down the car, bringing her knees to her chest.}

[There had been a time when Tara was good at comforting those around her, being that shoulder to dry on.

Right now though, she wasn't doing the best job at it. Too much on her own mind. Moving over to the car she slid down it and came to sit beside Lyla.]

Shit'll get better. I know we all say it at some point but, it has to.

{Lyla is just thankful that Tara is there, offering her friendship, in total honesty it was something she thought they would never have. Thank you for being here. {Once again her head comes to rest on Tara's shoulder.}

Edited 2013-09-14 22:26 (UTC)

[As the weight of Lyla's head came to fall upon her shoulder, Tara just offers a small nod while bringing her own knees to her chest.]