We have just left the house in search of the other one. The weather has not been playing in our favor, and it seems that it is only going to get worse. Time is definitely not on our side anymore, as I have no idea what this fucking asshole's intention is with Isabella.
My mind has raced to every possibility that I can come up with, and believe me, that the one is just as terrifying as the other. I am scaring myself shitless into oblivion with each ticking second. With each moment that passes, I feel that we are running out of time, but then I give myself the comfort that it is me that he is after and that he shall not harm Isabella.
While these images are playing over in a loop in my head, the boys are regrouping themselves. With the calm of the moment, we let our guard down for a fraction of a minute too long. And this is one thing you do not fucking do as a Marine!
We have moved about, I would say, not even half a mile into our direction, and there is the dist
What defines fear? The feeling that grips your stomach, suffocates your lungs, and tears your heart will slow agony from your chest.But what is fear when you see it on the faces of the men that you vow to protect? It is a pain that rips your flesh from your body to an agonizingly slow pace.This is something that you do not foresee. You are trained to always be on alert.We have been forced to sit down on these cold steel chairs in front of what seems to be some of the most intimidating men that most of us have seen. What do I see them as? They are fools; they have no idea the error they have just brought onto themselves. But the question now remains what do they intend to do? It shall be their downfall even further than what it has become.And I think that I have yet asked too soon. Now, you are taught that you also do not say a single word when you find yourself captive. But, god, I am even afraid to say that there is a bit of crazy in all these boys.
In a way, my world has just come to light, and yet it has also ended.From behind this crazy maniac called MacKey, there is someone that is stepping from outside the woods. Now, you do not even have to light it up for me, that elegant body moving like a tiger through the brush, that is my wife.I cannot even begin to describe how relieved I am to see her. What else I am seeing is that she has a very rather intimidating gun in her hand, and rather surprising from behind her comes Lewis and Lopez. But how…?I don't care how…all I care is that she is okay.After we all get untied, Harrison and Clark make their way to the house to make sure that it is clear. I rise to my feet with the incredible pain shooting to the edges of the bullet, making it feel even deeper; I drop to the floor again. I see as Isabella wants to rush to my side to help me. But, I am not yet done…So as Lopez moves in on MacKey, I cannot help but smile, "And wh
…Isabella POV…Clayton has not once let go of my hand as we make the drive back home. I can see the clear relief on his face as he stares deep into my eyes, yet he has not said a word since we got in the car. He must still be in shock, or he is just too scared to speak, for he knows that he will burst out in tears, and that is one thing he will not do in front of Harrison.Galland and Clark have taken MacKay up to the barracks; as for Lopez and Lewis, well, they are the poor suckers that are left to get rid of the rest of the members of MacKay's gang. At least they were not a bunch of Marines; I can only imagine what Clayton would have felt if he had to shoot one of his own.But it still does not make things any better that MacKay had me kidnapped for reasons that he never did tell me, though the sole purpose of taking MacKay to the barracks is, well, like Harrison said, "We are only going to motivate him to speak, and after then we will hand him o
Now I have been fair and let MacKay's comments here and there slip. But as for taking my wife and shooting Galland, well, for that, I will not just keep my mouth shut. I want to know what is behind this man's reasoning for taking such a bold move.So, I am safe to say that he will not leave here intact today.In a few moments, Galland will bring him through to the barracks where Harrison and I are waiting for him. Clark has asked some of the rookies to put their music but a pitch louder, purely if I need to convince him of his mistake.It is only five minutes later that Galland steps through the door with MacKay in tow."Sit," I politely ask them to take a seat opposite me where I am sitting on the edge of one of the beds. Then I continue, "So, you know how this goes, you either tell me what the fucking purpose of your stunt was, or I will start taking body parts."He only but burst out in a damn fit of uncontrollable laughter, "Yes, like that is g
The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.But when the skeletons of the past make a reappearance, you cannot help but feel that fear that drives you under.Yes, we can never go back and change the past, but the past is still close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us will always come back to stir again.Did I foresee this? Not even in my darkest dreams that haunt me at night have I even managed to imagine this one ever coming to the surface again.Have I left such a path in my wake that it will constantly come back and take me by surprise when I least expect it? I believe that I have lived my life by the good deeds that I have done; how come does the ones that you get wrong to be the ones that will define what happens to you next in your life?I have honestly thought that some demons would have been put to rest, but I need to remind myself that my life is full of unpredictabi
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