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Crossing Lines
So I am finding myself standing on the doorstep of a fucking hotel room. Now there are big parts of me that want to kick himself for doing this, yet those parts that are not hating her want to make sure that my son is safe. Yet, I don't know if I can truly trust her; now there is a fucked up thing, you cannot trust my wife.
But pushing aside our differences, she soon, and god, did I wish I did not, but as she opens that door, that hints of honey attack my senses and renders me completely weak in every crack of bone of my knees. When she swings that door open, then I know that I have made a big mistake.
There are only but inches, and when I say inches, I mean there is a strip of red fabric covering her breasts, and then there is an even more of an inch of white covering that tight ass. She has this two-piece thing going, which covers the only thing I now desire to see. Yet, I shake my head in clear frustration.
Isabella Jackson, yet as of hours ago, it is now ver
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The Marine Next Door II In The Grip Of My Hand
I need to make a decision before I leave this room today. I can let Isabella play me for a fool.Well, ya…let her try…But the fact is…I am not a man that easily backs down.She has hurt me for far too many times, and for far too many times, I have given her the control and looked the other way. That control ends here today. I know deep in my heart that the final hurt is not over.So, after taking several moments to clear my head and convince myself that this is indeed for the best, I get out of bed and glance over my shoulder at Isabella...This was a mistake.I have let my guard down for a second; for a second, I let my pain get the better of me. One moment of weakness will be my downfall. I knew that I should not have come here. There is a war raging in here, but there is an even bigger war raging in my heart.So as I hear her voice come from behind me, I have only one thing to do, and that is turn around and f
The Marine Next Door II Hate How I Don't Hate You
The drive in the early morning sun that is lying hot and comfortable on my skin does nothing for the anger that I feel within. The anger that will now, once and for all, boil out of control and hopefully set the reality in that no matter how well you play the game with Isabell, she is always going to win.Ya, the little ice princess has gotten her way. After trying to make my intention very clear that I would have her arrested for taking my child away from me, I backed off gracefully and left the hotel without Braydon.The question is…will I truly have her arrested?That is a question that I cannot answer with a definite yes or no, for the anger is consuming me.How the fuck did I let Isabella Jones play me again?So miss little ice princess never had the intention of coming home. And seeing that I had failed to get her to return now. Well, that only means that I will be coming back for her again…I am not hiding like fucking c
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…Isabella POV…To say that I have not hit a new depth of stupidity in these past few days would be a total understatement. From bursting into Harrison's home and attacking Galland's girlfriend to taking Clayton's child away from him and sacking up in some small hotel room. That can easily be described as the most insane thing that any woman can set her mind to, regardless of which world it is that she finds herself in.Now, should I want to try and find the most logical answer for doing any of them, I cannot come to one single one.Why do I hate Clayton so much?Even more important…why is my Bipolar back with such a great force?Why do I want to hurt Clayton so bad?Well, I guess there is only the truth that needs to be told.And as I try to bear the pain that is consuming my body, try to make sense of this fucking crazy that is brewing inside of me.I've run out of reasons to run away from Clayton. I've tr
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If my mind thought it was deceiving it, my eyes are telling me that I surely am not.Isabella has just arrived on our doorstep again. Why she has not entered the room, that I do not know. There is a slight hesitation about her which I am sure anyone would feel after what we have been through these past few days. I will not question her, for right now, I do not know what her intention is, and I damn well do not want another argument either.So it is with a tiny jolt of energy back into my bones that I can barely stop myself from smiling. As my eyes leave hers, I find the only thing that really matters in this world. Yes, I know that I need to say that Isabella is along there somewhere. But right now, I am reluctant to open myself to that possibility again.Yet, I do have to admit, "You have no idea I am happy to see you and Braydon." I pause for a brief moment as I rush over and place a tiny peck on the little man's forehead, then I continue again, "Isabella&hell
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I remember the day when I was about to leave the Hospital when my dad just woke up from that horrible nightmare that he was facing. That day when we all knew that our love and faith had been tested. A time that we will never forget that should have taught us all a valuable lesson.Now, if I can recall almost exactly, I told myself that the next years would be difficult for me. I would stumble. I would fall. There would be heartbreak and failure. I would pick myself back up and start again. That there would be more heartbreak to follow.Well, if I now remember back to that day, I wish I could have kicked my own ass for predicting my future in such a bleak way.Yes.That night, that was the last time that I saw Isabella walk away, for the next morning when I went to go wake her after she had a very much-needed rest, I only but found the bed cold and empty, nearly like she had never been in it at all.So it has been a week.A week since Isabell
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It is early morning on a rather miserable Thursday that we are heading towards camp south of Nasiriya on this 20th March. To say that we are anxious and rather unsettled would be a blatant lie. We are nearing the end of what will be the major of our attempt to take over the forces in the City.I have been looking forward to this mission for a great number of days, but since the departure of Isabella, there is no other place that I would rather be than home at this present moment.We have been told this should be a quick in and out and should not last beyond two weeks, but we are preparing ourselves for a month as things never seem to go as planned when it comes to the forces in this Country.But I am set to get this mission over as fast as I possibly can with as few casualties as we had in Fallujah. My only true mission is that little bundle of smiles that is waiting for me when I get back home. This will, but I am not going to say that rather adaman
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Days seem to be moving faster than we have anticipated, with the imminent mission lying around the corner. We will be moving out tomorrow just before the crack of dawn as we will make our way up to Baghdad. Now to say that I am shit scared for what might happen is clearly evident in the pacing I have done in the past half hour. Much to Harrison's annoyance, he has sent me out of the ops tent to find something else to keep my mind occupied.I am fucking scared that I am not going to make this one home this time. I have come so close to death these past two missions that I am now asking myself what the fuck am I doing here. My son needs me, and I am here in the middle of goddamn no man's desert going off my head.My mom has even told me to stop phoning her more than four times a day, for I am driving her right there insane with my constant checking on Braydon. I never knew that there would come a day that I would rather be anywhere else than the place I used to love bein
The Marine Next Door II One Wrong Turn
As I slowly flutter open my eyes, I can hear the distinct sound of chatter of excited Marines outside of my tent. Today is the day; for the past few days, we have been building up to this moment. These are the days that all Marines train and most definitely live for.It is the 23rd of March.04:45I have chosen to sleep in just for fifteen minutes. Just the fifteen minutes that I need to get my head into the game. Harrison has begged me not to go out with the squad this morning, but he knows that it is futile to even argue.This will be my last deployment for a while, and god knows I want to make it count. That means sitting on the sidelines and listening to the action coming through on radio is definitely not an option. I want, when I tell my son why I was not there in the early stages of his life, I want to tell him that I was out there making a difference. I need to do this not only for me but for him.Though, definitely not for his
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- The Marine Next Door II Epilogue - PART TWO
- The Marine Next Door II Epilogue - PART ONE
- The Marine Next Door II Today I Become Mended
- The Marine Next Door II One Wrong Turn
- The Marine Next Door II People Monsters Are Made Of
- The Marine Next Door II Getting Ready For Drop Down
- The Marine Next Door II Time For Sad Goodbyes
- The Marine Next Door II This Will Be The Last Time
- The Marine Next Door II Breaking Down Walls
