If a Marine tells you that you have a problem, then you better know that you either run or something really big is about to happen. By the looks on Harrison's face, it is not the sort of problem I am running away from this time.
We have just almost settled in what will be our new home for much of our foreseeable future, that is when we are not out somewhere on a mission. The excitement has now somewhat died after Harrison's announcement.
As I know Harrison well, he is not a man to beat around about it; he says it as he sees fit. I need not ask him once, and he will be honest.
"So what is the problem?"
"Well, your evaluation is in a few days; I will still let you know of the exact time. But there is a slight problem."
"What is the problem?"
"Are they not going to allow me to deploy?"
Isabella sees disappointment building in my eyes. She reaches over and locks her fingers around mine, and pull me closer. There is a visible tremble in my
What has just happened? It feels like the past hour has been a blur. Harrison shows up here and knocks me completely out with some incredible news. But somehow, I know it was not incredible for Isabella too. The way her voice vibrated through the room clearly showed that she was utterly shocked. I cannot blame her; if it were me, I would have reacted exactly the same.To be honest, I am not sure what I want to do either. Not even a month ago, I was told I could deploy but only be part of the Battle Opps, and now, well, now I hear I can be a squad leader too. What does a man do?But since we are in this together, this is a choice that we both need to make."Boo, tell me what you are thinking.""Soldier, I don't know. This...this is rather big. I mean, this is why we are here, is it not?""Yes, but I am not supposed to be going out in the field; that was never part of the plan.""You more than anyone knows that plans change.""This is a
Sometimes you have to take a leap and pray that you do not fall. For sometimes, the leap is so great that if you fall, you are going to fall hard. Falling is hard, but falling hard is even harder. So if you fall, you better pray you are falling onto something soft.And something soft is what awaits me and tackles me to the ground. Isabella has me down on the grass, holding me as tight as she cans."Yes, yes, yes, soldier! A hundred times over, yes!""Damn boo, for a second there; I thought you were going to strangle me.""Hahaha. I will wait until we are married before I kill you.""Now that is something to look forward to. But can we take this inside? Our new neighbor is giving us a funny eye."I pick her off her feet and carry her into the house. Once inside, I throw her over my shoulder and slap her on her ass"Soldier, what are you doing? Put me down!""Practicing."When we get to the room, I drop her body elegantly
A suffocating silence has set over the room as every single syllable leaves my lips. My mom's once bright, happy face has just turned to a whiter shade of pale. By her hesitation and stuttering words, I just know it is a question she was hoping I would not ask in the first place. After several moments and a couple of poor attempts, she finally finds the courage to speak."I am afraid he is not coming, Clay.""What do you mean he is not coming, mom?""You know how your father is; if he does not approve of something, he makes it known.""He does not approve of something like my wedding?""He still thinks you are making a mistake."And just as soon as my mom says that Isabella bursts into tears and runs off the room. First, he does not approve of me getting married, and now he forces her to cry. If anyone should be pissed off around here, then it should be me. I cannot believe how selfish he can be. I know he has not approved of me becoming a M
If ever there was a face that I did not want to see again, he would definitely be one of them. I obviously did not hit him hard enough the last time. But that is not the problem; what is the buff dumbo doing on my doorstep in the first place? Did I not make it quite clear to him that I never wanted to see his ugly face again.Now, if he thought that he would get a warm reception just showing up here, well, he can be glad I am not punching him in his face again."What do you want, Paul?""I came here to see Isabella.""Well, Isabella does not want to see you.""She does. Can you just call her for me?"Has this man indeed grown even more stupid than his last beating. He obviously does not understand what a simple no means. I can think of one way I would like to refresh his memory, but I know that Isabella shall slap me instead. So I will get him to move along instead."Not going to happen. What are you doing here in any case?""I
The first time I laid my eyes on Paul, I knew he was trouble. The second time I laid my eyes on him, he was trouble. Now the third time...he is dead.At first, I thought that I was just being unreasonably jealous, but the moment that I saw him try and kiss my fiance, I knew that I was going to do something that is going to land me in a prison cell for the night.I took my eyes away from them for a second only to find when I looked again that the buff dumbo has his filthy lips against hers.I need not even hesitate that maybe I am seeing things wrong; I fling the front door open and rush towards him. I grab him by the shoulder and spin him around"What fuck do you think you are doing?""Let go of me!"If he thinks I am going to let go, then he has another thing coming. I ball my right hand into a fist so tightly that my knuckles are turning white. With the full force of my trembling arm, I pull back and launch my fist straight into his jaw. H
…Isabella POV…It has not even been a day since Clayton has proposed to me, and I am already calling it off. It has taken me most of this day to realize that not only are we not ready for this, but we are doing this for all the wrong reasons.What makes this worse is the silence; sometimes it is not so much the words being spoken that bring the pain, but the painful silence itself. Even though he has not yet said a word, behind those beautiful brown eyes lies a deep pain. And it is me, the woman he loves, that is driving a thousand daggers through his heart. I watch him fight every single tear that threatens to fill his eyes to a brink. He shall not break in front of me no matter what I do to him.Does this break my heart? Of course, it does; it is shattering it into more pieces than it is made of. It is like crumpling up a piece of paper, you can smooth it over, but it shall never be the same. What has been said is done; there is no way that I can
They say that love is blind; I say it is bullshit. Love is all-seeing and accepting. Love is seeing all the flaws and blemishes of your partner and accepting them. Love is accepting their bad habits and working around them. Love is recognizing the fear and insecurities you might have. Love is fragile and will shatter when it is not perfect. Love is strong and should strengthen each day. What is blind is when you tell someone you love them and not meaning it.I am left to believe that Isabella only decided to come here to please me. Well, it has just kind of blown up in her own face. Unless she really wants to be here, this is going to be like a death sentence. She has committed herself for six years, and it is not like she can just quit and go home. Unlike her, this is my dream; it does sadden me that she won't be with me while we go through this. Guess that is why they call it a dream, for it most probably is only a dream to me.Now I have Harrison looking at me with
…Isabella POV…They say that sometimes you have to love someone from a distance, give them space, and get their heads straight before coming back into your life. It has been three days now; every part of my being was hoping that I would have heard from Clayton by now, but nothing. Not a call, not even an angry message, nothing at all.I sat here in silence and watched him as he packed all his things in two suitcases. Not even hours later, he was out the door. One thing that he did not take along with him was my heart. He had, with one final resolve, detached himself from it.Today we are to meet up for a briefing before we ship out. This means that I shall be forced to see him today. Much to my disappointment, and I am sure Clayton's too, Harrison could not get me a transfer. I shall be stationed with Clayton's platoon for the next six months.Katarina has been staying here for these past couple of days; she is most frustratingly trying me t