Some people just do not seem to know how to knock; now they can be glad they are who they are, for I would have laid my shit down on them in a second. My mood is at an all-time high in complete irritation, mainly with myself for being the wreck I am today. I have not been able to control a single one of my feelings since I woke up this morning.
Well, the biggest reason is that Isabella and I have not spoken for nearly a week, so she has gone completely silent, yet I know where she is at least. I can say that I am satisfied to hear that she is staying with the wife of Lewis while they are going through their own little spat. I can only imagine the conversations they are having about the men in their life.
Though I did speak to Anna yesterday, and she assured me that Isabella and the baby are okay. It is killing that we are spending so much time together with the closer it starts to get to the birth. I thought for some reason we could live as friends together, but it see
We have been preparing for this moment; this is the hour; this is the minute my life will change.I never have experienced excitement and yet been more terrified at the same time as I do now. It is truly amazing how the things you desire can bring you to your knees. In saying this, I do mean a woman, that one such a creature can break down your defenses. I always believed that a woman should be my undoing, but this is an undoing that I do welcome. And as I stand here, I have never been so sure about anything in this life and the lifetime before.I never did think that day I first laid my eyes on her to find the meaning of why I have existed for all these years. It is true what they say that everything that you have done in your life has to lead up to this very moment, this very hour, this very minute.Standing at the edge of the carpet, I am gripped with feelings that she might not come. I will simply fall into an abyss if she has rejected my last and final atte
As we find ourselves sitting down at the main table adorned in complete white and the scent of lilies that attack our senses, I turn to my now wife and take her face gently between my hands. With only but a feather of a whisper, I look deep into those sparkling brown eyes."Boo, I know now that no matter where we find ourselves in our lives, at the present moments, that we have always been destined to be together." Then as a tear appear in the corner of her eyes and starts rolling down her cheek, I gently wipe it away and lean in closer, "Thank you for coming back. I think, yet I know, that I would simply have died if I did not see you walking through that door."She only but chuckles at me and pull my lips closer, "I love you, you crazy Marine. Your body might be broken, but your heart is right in the place where it needs to be."And with that, I hand her, and yes, it is white, and it is folded in a square."Oh god no!" she utters in complete surprise. "
In front of me sits my wife of only eight hours. With all honesty, I can say that I love being married, yes, they say that the marriage is over in an hour, but after that, a lifetime of being married really starts. She becomes mine, and I became hers, and now we will start our happily-ever-afterI believe now more firmly than I did the day before our wedding day when I was rushing like a crazy man in love to prepare the day that my wife shall never forget. There were the parts where I did think that I am making such a big mistake to take such a risk, for I was only opening my heart to more pain.But as I lay and looked at Isabella as she slept last night, I just knew I simply love her, and that is all that matters. Yes, she will have someone that will annoy her for the rest of her life, but at least we will be walking those footsteps together.She has been nothing but warm giggles and happy chatter, and it makes me so happy that I am the man that makes her feel
…Isabella POV…I am twenty-eight weeks pregnant now.I am feeling all the best parts of being an expecting mother. I have not stopped counting how many times Clayton rubs my belly. But which is even more precious is when we go to bed in the evening, if he manages to keep his hands to himself, he finds the time to read 'The Cat In A Hat' to our little baby boy. I wish that he did not read that to him, for I find a cat wearing a bow tie and a hat very disturbing.But apart from this, he nearly has the nursery to the way that he wants it to be, though what I am surprised about is that he has not used as much blue as I thought he would do. But I can almost say that there is nothing that our little baby boy will lack, for he has gotten him every little thing you can think of that a baby will need.So, after not being able to keep his hands to himself and splashing around in the bath, we are now officially late for our appointment at the Doctor to
Watching Isabella is she is about to say the very word, there is a crippling fear that is settling over every bone in my body. Yes, I have done this without telling, yet saying it was because I was mad is not an excuse. So, I have put tension between us again, and we are not even married for a full day.There is only one thing that is consuming me now…and that is…FEAR.Why? Why must such an emotion come to bring you down in moments when you should feel happy.Well, guess what?I have known fear fo a very long time. My whole life, to be precise. We've been together through everything, the good times and, yup, definitely the bad. Looking back, I wonder why it was there when I've been happy, why it questioned my happiness, but I guess it just didn't want to feel left out of the party. It just wanted to keep reminding me that it was there, like a security blanket, promising to never leave my side.So as I have to
...Isabella POV…I have a rather excited Marine in front of me that can barely contain the smile on his face. It gives me great pleasure that I am the one that has put it there.But he has got one condition, which will come after we have lunch."Soldier we are meeting Anna at the pub, no buts.""Boo, I am in shock; I need to recover." He looks at me with pleading eyes, "Can we not make it another time?""No, you can recover on the way there.""But…"" Clayton Jackson, you are not getting out of this. If you want any, then you will come now."He gasps as he gets into the car, "That is called bribery, and we both know I am not.""Well, maybe I will change my mind.After much convincing, he finally agrees to have lunch with the girls. I love that he would do absolutely anything it is that I ask.Yet, "I am going to strangle you for making me come to this girly thing.""Stop complaining and
To say that I am not feverishly mad shall be an understatement. I want to lay waste to all that I see in front of my eyes. I want to rip everything by the seems apart. God forbid the one that shall cross my path, I shall tear their skin off, each layer by layer until they are but only bone. Now, I find myself furious and pissed off. Yet Isabella has no idea, and I am not giving her one either. So much to her irritation, I ignore her very questions and rise to my feet, and head for the door. I hear her snap after me, "Where are you going?" "I have something I need to sort out." With that, I leave the room, shutting the door with such great force that the paintings along the wall vibrate. As I head towards the lounge, the tears that have been threatening to consume my eyes and edge their way down my face come rolling with s
What was a scuffle between gentleman, which I had the upper hand, has now led into a stand-off. As I take a gentle spin on my heels, all that is staring me in the face is the barrel of Ruger. This leads me to advise him of only but two things, “If I was you, and god, I am glad I am not, for if you do not drop your fucking hands, you all will be finding yourself where the ray of the sun doesn’t reach.” For but a few seconds, I watch as he hesitates, yet, “I need not remind you who is the one better with the gun.” Yet he does not seem to take heed of my warning. So with only but a smirk on my face, I take my stance and step but two steps back. But as I make that single step, I see the fear creep into his hesitating face, though only but short-lived for a moment as he raises his voice, “Now, I suggest that you drop your gun while you are still able to walk
"Dear Clayton…I know that if you are reading this, it must have taken you days to get to that decision. I really do not blame you for hating me as much as you are hating me right now. And if it has taken you the time that I think it must have, then I know that you are somewhere near Baghdad and that you will be heading off into the unknown.Now I know that no part of you are going to believe this, but I really wish you good luck and for your safe return. Braydon needs you more than ever, for god knows he does not need his mother, not after the stunt that she has pulled.But if you give me just five minutes, then I want to tell you what and however stupid it might be, but I need for you to understand why I had to walk away and perhaps that you will understand. But before I lay my misery upon you, I want to say that I really did not intend for any of this to happen. I did not want to leave you or Braydon, but I had to; I had to give you two boys a better f
"I told you to stop phoning me, Clayton."With nothing but a huff, I clench the phone tighter, and without trying to sound too annoyed, I speak once again, "But, I just wanted…""No buts, Clayton. You have phoned six times already, and it is only 10:00 am. Do you not have something better to do?""Not at this very pressing moment. So please can I…?""No, I said no. You are not waking him up again just to say hello.""But mom, come on…""I said no!"With the vibration of her voice still ringing in my ear, my mom drops what would be the fifth call I have made unnecessary down in my ear. The phone finds its way very firmly to the other side of the ops tent, only but barely missing the head of Galland."Hey! What the fuck, man? Do you want to kill me?"I only but grunt at him as I catch the returning phone, "My mom does not want me to speak to Braydon.""Well, perhaps because you have phoned her l
07:30I have just watched two Humvees from our group swerve off the road and crash as they attempted to avoid the incoming fire from the enemy. Galland is desperately trying to make contact to confirm if all is alive.Right now, everything looks bleak as we are surrounded by more enemy than what we can handle.But as I look past Clark to the other side of the road, I can see a truck that has been crushed by one of the enemy's tanks. There I can sadly say, if they were not fast enough to get out and avoid enemy fire as well, then they are all gone.There seems by the radio that does come in and from what we can see between the chaos around us, only three remaining vehicles.We are sitting ducks.And this pond is far too big for us to navigate around in.Is this how it is going to end for this small group of Marines?Were we, in fact, too arrogant and too at ease when we set on this mission?This is not how I w
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
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
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
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
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
…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