There is an echo of a gunshot that is traveling through the barracks.
My heart has come to an abrupt stop, and all I can feel is the suffocation I feel as I cannot breathe.
For a brief moment, I have snapped my eyes closed, but the fear of what I might see when I open them makes me not want to face the scene that has happened in front of me.
I will simply die if I have to open my eyes and see my wife lying on the floor. For one, I don't know what I will do to Caylee, and as for the next, I might just fucking die right there on the floor with Isabella.
But next from the side of me, I hear the voice of Galland, "Clayton! Clayton! Clayton, can you hear me?"
By the tone of his voice, I am trying to understand what has happened without having to open my eyes, but then there is another sound, "Soldier!"
I immediately snap my eyes open.
"Isabella!"
She chuckles softly at me, "Yes, last time I checked. Are you okay, soldier?"
"B
"Not now, Clayton."As the very words come from Isabella's sweet lips that I have been hoping to hear, it is with absolute raw desire that I grab that damn peachy ass and pull every inch of her toned body into mine. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans into me, she catches a hint of my cologne and eases into me.She kisses me gently and carefully, but it is not gentleness that I am after. I knot my fist in her hair, and as I pull her closer, she softly moans. Her arms circle my waist; as her skin lays hot and heavy against me, she is melting into my body.After a few moments of silence, she kisses me again. It feels as if lightning strikes and the sky breaks open. She steals my breath away and gives it back.My breath hitch and my body numb. As she runs her delicate fingers down my spine, the sensations that I feel send a flush of heat to my core.Then I push her down onto the soft sheets. I lock my hands around her wri
…Isabella POV…I have just told Clayton to get out of my sight.He seems to be holding a secret, and that in itself, not even knowing what it is, has driven me beyond mad.So I am left here with nothing but my thoughts and an evil that is growing inside. I have tried for the past several hours to let go of what is haunting me, but every time I think of him, I fall apart. The edges of my restraint have snapped, and I have stopped thinking straight almost an hour ago.There is a darkness that is surrounding me with a suffocating grip on my chest. My only aim now is to rid myself of the pain that has consumed every fiber in my broken body.But it is not working.I am busy going fucking crazy.Should I continue on this path, I am going to come down in one hell of a spectacular way. Crash and burn that is what Isabella Jones is famous for.All because of you, Clayton Jackson.But because of you, I have fou
They say that the future is a blank sheet of paper, and we are the ones that draw the lines on it, but sometimes our hand is held, and the lines we draw aren't the lines we wanted.That is life, isn't it? A long series of what-if's that lead from one moment to the next, time never pausing for you to catch your breath, to make sense of the cards that have been handed to you. And all you can do is play your cards and hope for the best.Well, I am not a fucking poker player.But, ya…Life is also a collection of moments, some good and some bad; they ultimately form the puzzle of your life. There is someone who has stood in the same dark place, that the very same puzzle as you. It's okay not to be okay sometimes. Sometimes, it's normal, healthy, and necessary to feel defeated, so you know what it's like to rise another time.This, too, shall pass. This situation isn't your final destination. Where there's pain, there's also love. Where there's s
The drive to the Hospital is near to torture as I feel torn away from Isabella for each ticking second too long. The only thought that consumed me as I sat there in silence, trying my best not to show the tears that wanted to burn with pain down cheeks that had gone pale and near damn cold, the only single thing that ran through my mind is that all of this is my fault.If I were not fucking cheating on her with Caylee, then none of this would have happened. I will wallow in my own misery rightfully deserved if anything has to happen to her.So here I am, I am standing in a godforsaken waiting room. With each second that the clock ticks to a minute, there is a small piece of me that is slowly dying.The hardest thing in life is having patience. They say the longer something takes, the better the outcome. Well, I say it is bullshit.We have been waiting like what seems forever. Everyone is trying their level best to calm me down and assure me that everythin
To say that I have not died a million deaths for the past few minutes would be a slight understatement. Not only did I have the fear that Isabella got seriously hurt, but now I have the fear that something has happened to our unborn child.But as I stand here, it appears that Isabella is unharmed, though much to my very frustration, there is something else that is going on, and these two smiling faces are not telling me what is going on.Well, my restraint is thin, and I am about to snap if one of these two does not speak this instant. Though it does not like that is going to happen.That relief that I felt only but a moment ago has now turned into fear that there is something more that is going on. I can simply not bear if something has happened to the baby, for I will be the one that will be directly blamed for that.So ya…Isabella is not acting herself.And next to her is a useless Doctor that is acting even weirder.Well,
Life does not always go as you plan. Your best-laid plans are sometimes going to fail. The question is, how do you deal with failure?Well, life is made up of these defining moments; it is up to you how you let these moments affect you, for they shall shape who you are and what you will become.And as I stand here, afraid to take that final step forward, I know that the moment I do my life will be defined by the only thing that is going to make me happy for the rest of my life.So with that final step...I am standing and staring at the most overwhelming experience I have ever felt in my life. I cannot believe that this horny ass made that? If there would ever be something I did the best in my life, then this baby boy will be it.There are no words that can describe the emotions that are flowing through my body as I peek very hesitantly into the incubator. A feeling of perfect warmth settles over my skin as a thousand feathers tingle my senses.
...Isabella POV...Life can be so unpredictable sometimes.You always seem to think that you have everything planned down to the very last moment, the very last detail with absolute perfection. You have your plans laid out and know when to expect what it is that should happen in your life at a certain time.But then you make one reckless decision, and everything gets thrown out of balance. The unexpected seems to follow you around the corner, and your life is in turmoil for the bad choices that you have made.If I had been more cautious and not acted on impulse, I would not have gotten into that car like a maniac and put the lives of not only myself but that of my child in danger. So taken that each cause has a reaction, here I find myself as a direct result of something that I could have handled in a far better way.But life does not always go as planned, and I can say that this is one plan that I am happy that did not go as it was supposed to pla
It has been two days now since our little baby boy was born, and I can still not get enough of staring at him while he sleeps so peacefully. Never have I seen something so precious and yet so fragile.These past two days have been very challenging, not only for our boy but for Isabella and me, as we go through the ups and downs of him being born so early.If I say that the things that the Doctor mention does not scare the living shit out of me, then I would be lying. Talking about survival rates and complications is near enough to drive any man beyond the fear that only nightmares should be made of.As things stand at the very present, we are patiently waiting for his blood pressure and heart rate to start stabilizing. He is hooked up to so many tubes and wires that my heart breaks every time that I look at him.My only desire is to hold him, and I can see that it burns deep within Isabella as well, but at this stage, the Doctor wants to move him as littl