…Isabella POV…
I have not heard from Clayton in two days now, apart from a brief message that he will speak to me later. I am starting to fear what I thought would happen, that he would grow away from me. I always knew it would have been hard for him to focus his mind on both his dream and his heart. The thing I never knew was which was more important to him? But what I did know is that I knew that this would have come sooner or later.
With this all turmoiling in my mind, I am off to go shopping as what I do almost every day in this place. If I am not with Denise, then I find myself here in the city shopping for god knows what that I don't need. The plain fact is that I am lonely, and Richard and Denise are only so much company. It is on days such as these that I wish that I did stay back in that little town, then at least I would have Katarina with me now.
So, as with any other day, I make my way through to some other beauty store, which by now I
When I step out of the ops tent, I knew that there was going to be trouble. What kind, I was not exactly sure of yet. The air is thick and tense. I need not have even step any further, and I hear the crashing of gunfire coming down onto the far side at the main entrance of the camp.We are under fire.So as I pass every bewildered Marine, I show for every single one of them to take a stance, and I make my way up to where Lopez and Caylee are gearing up."What the fuck is going on?""Came in five minutes ago; they came straight past our defenses and got into camp.""How many?""From what we were told, a group of about fifty-four men, can be more."I only but shake my head at the odd amount of a small number, "I am leaning to that there is more." But just as I am about to even ask what more, the very moment they come flying over."Definitely not one of ours. Lopez, get a Viper in the air to take that fucker out. Caylee, you are w
So I could not find myself doing it; I could not kill a man out of revenge or hatred. Yes, he had his gun in my face and was about to take my life, but I could not do it in return. Does this make me less of a Marine? Perhaps it does. Does this make me weak? Most probably do. But the way that I ultimately see this is that it is not my hand that should lay the justice down.Then that brings us to this; it is the day after the big battle that raged through our camp. There will be supplies coming in, not only to replenish food sources but to replace all that was burned so furiously to the ground. But what also will be happening today is that Johnson will be taken back to Pendleton, and it will be Caylee that will accompany him there. This meaning that this morning shall be the last time she shall be at camp.Now the boys that have grown extremely fond of her are giving her some sort of a farewell party, so yes, it is early morning, and we are all in the mess hall saying a
It has been just another great and rather emotionally draining battle, and the only comfort I sought was the voice of the woman that I dearly love. But then…"There is something that I need to tell you, soldier.""What is wrong, boo?"I hear her go silent for a few minutes that are too uncomfortably long, and I immediately know that something has happened."Fuck, boo. Is it the baby?""No soldier, the baby is fine. I… Well, I met someone, a guy; I met him here on base.""A guy? So you made friends with a guy on base?""Yes, I bumped into him when I went shopping. And, we have been out on lunch twice now.""Okay, and?""Well, he has sort of been over to our place once.""What the fuck is the man doing at our house, Isabella?""He is a friend, Clayton.""Well, you are heading somewhere, so just get to your point.""Soldier, I don't know what happened, but he, well, we…we kis
Never did I think that Isabella shall treat me in such a way. My temper so wants to boil out of control. My anger has now reached its peak; how can she think that saying sorry to me is going to make anything better. I cannot believe the words that are coming from her mouth.Now let us take this into perspective, I have had my fair share of my own lies. And yes, it might have caused a rather trying time in our relationship, but nothing justifies what she has done.This stings my heart beyond belief, being rejected by the woman you love. She shall not see my tears; she shall not have the satisfaction of seeing me break down. Yes, I have done this so many times, but god, this hurts hard. It cuts deeper than a thousand knives. And do they cut deep? Rejection by the one that you love with all your heart and soul is a death sentence. Did I ever see such rejection be done upon me? Never in all my years did I once foresee that I shall ever hurt so much.My heart is shat
…Isabella POV…Clayton has just ended our relationship for what I believe will be the final time. Yes, I know that I fully deserve it.The thing is that things just happened and it was truly not intended at all. Maybe, yes, I am lonely and maybe yes, well perhaps not, for there is a rather big secret that I have been keeping from Clayton, and even if I did not end up being with James, I would still have been ripped away from him by the lies, the secrets that I hold.So yes, I fully understand that he is hurting and that he is angry with me and right now even angry at the world. And even more, do I understand that he will never take me back; I think that this time I might have just gone and push him too far. Then again, given him having to do the same, I would react in the very same way.It was not James and my intention; none of us thought that things would have developed from a friendship into something more. I guess we should have known fr
I need to make a decision as I leave this tent today. I can either hurt and allow myself to be even less of a man than I already am, or I can stand up for my heart and believe in what I know is right. My choice… I will walk out of this tent today a new man, a man that does not need a woman like Isabella in my life.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. She wants to talk about something, and I know that this time whatever comes out of that mouth is going to be the biggest pain of them all. The only comfort that I can take away from this doomed relationship is my child, I might not have been able to save our relationship, but the best that can come from this is me being a father.So, after taking several moments to clear my head and convincing myself that this is indeed for the best, I pick my h
There is a dead darkness that settles over my heart as I hear the echo of a voice come from behind me.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 on this mission. There is a war raging out there, but there is an even bigger war raging in my heart. I cannot fight both, and I was foolish to think that I could.So as I hear the rumble of a voice come from behind me, I have only one thing to do, and that is turn around and face what will be my end today. And it is with slow agony that I do so. Each little scuffle my feet make, I prepare myself for what awaits me. Will it be a gun to my head, or will it be a knife to the chest. Whichever way, I truly do not think that any pain can be worse than the one that I am already feeling deep within my soul.But I am a Marine, and right now, I am a Marine acting like a coward. I am giving up before I hav
As I stand in the quiet corners of my tent, I dread to make this call to Isabella. Yes, what was our love lay completely in tatters, and in a way, I know that I can make peace with that. The only thing that gives me comfort in all this pain is the little one that is growing in her belly.It kills me not to be there during this time when every experience is new. When there is a miracle growing, and I cannot be part of that journey every day. What kills me even more is having to think that I might not ever get the chance to be there. Yes, I know that she will never do such a thing to me, but my heart still worries, and it worries even now more than ever, knowing that there is something that she needs to tell me.I can, in all honesty, only guess that it has to do with the baby, for what else can she possibly do herself to destroy me. So even though I am so furious at her still, I gather all the strength I have left and dial her number once more.It takes me a very