Don't just break your walls down to let someone in, make them work for it, make them show that they are worth it. Wait for that one that is willing to climb your walls just to find you that will break them down just to get to you. The one that is looking for you, all that you are in body, mind, and soul. The worst reason to break down your walls is just for the physical, let love in before giving that part that you are not willing to expose.
I have done my very best to ignore Isabella again. It's day count two, I answer her briefly when I think it warrants. Yes, I am the dumb ass that starts it and when it comes to pulling through, I do my famous now you see me and now you don't hear from my act. The damn woman is fine and god knows I want her, not only physically but on a much deeper level than that, I just wish I can get past that part that is in the way...my leg.
I am sitting in the lounge with Matt and his new girlfriend when my phone rings.
It is Isabella.
"Stop ignoring the woman and answer the damn phone," Matt says with a hint of irritation in his voice. "You should have figured by now that she is not going to go away."
"I can't and you know it."
"Bro she likes you for you, not your damn leg."
"Matt! Watch your mouth. She does not know. And anyway she likes the full version of a person that is me, well that she thinks is me."
"Bro, I just wish you will out with it. You know that the old man is going to blow a valve when he finally finds out. I don't think Isabella will even think near the same."
My phone buzzes.
It's Isabella.
"I am starting to feel like a stalker bitch soldier, throw a girl some rope here."
"HAHAHA. Are you drowning girl?"
"Aha, he is alive! You're a sight for sore words. I am missing you over here in my whore house."
"Are you dreaming of spanking again?"
"Only of you my soldier. When am I going to see your sweet ass again, well I still need to see it and oh boy can't I wait to see it, I mean when can a girl see her man?"
"Mmmm your man? Now that I like the sound of. When did I become your man?"
"Since you have been feeding me all those honey kisses which by the way I am out of. I need some more like yesterday already!"
"Hahaha you will give a guy some serious big head here"
"HAHAHA, soldier get your ass here! There is some real head I would like to give you."
"What about me and Matty and his new attachment come for dinner?"
"As long as it brings me you then I am up for it."
"Perfect, this sweet ass will be coming up in an hour."
"I will crack out one of my finest whips just for you."
"Hahaha see you later my boo."
I wish I knew what I am doing, I mean I want to see her, yes, but I know I am going to push her away as soon as it gets too serious, I guess that is why I am taking Matt with. Maybe I should just stick my pride and tell her about it. Let's wait and see what happens tonight."
"Listen here dumb ass," I turn to look at Matt. "Whatever you had planned for this evening has just been canceled."
"Are you throwing me and my girl out the lounge for Isabella for Isabella?"
"No, you and..." I turn to the girl sitting next to Matt. "Sorry girl but I don't think I caught your name."
"It is Chloe."
I turn back to face Matt again. "You and Chloe are coming for dinner at Isabella."
"Are you perhaps trying to not be alone with her?"
"I am trying to avoid a situation where I need to lie to her or push her away again."
"Well," Chloe says. "I need to go home and change then and grab a few bottles of wine. Do you want to come with Matty? My parents aren't at home."
"Fuck girl," Matt excitedly says. "Only if you let me take them off with my teeth this time."
I listen in horror to the words coming out of his mouth. "Fuck man, that is not what I wanted to think about now, I hardly know the girl and now I got an image of her in my head with just her panties on."
"Damn bro, who said I was talking about her panties? You seriously need to get laid."
"Just get your ass out here and be there at seven, I will have your balls to the cat if you are late."
"Yup you need to get laid."
Matt and Chloe are out the door to her place so she can go change while I head upstairs to go do the same. I bump into my mother just as I am about to enter my room.
"Are you guys going over to Isabella tonight?"
"Mom, are you listening to our conversation again?"
"Your dad is annoying me, so I ignore whatever he says."
"Is he commentating on the story he is watching again?"
"I don't know why he watches it if he thinks he knows more than the presenter. It drives the shit out of me."
"I would invite you with to Isabella."
"Please no. I see enough of your brother's face down every girl in town's throat, I don't want to see yours too."
"Mom my face is not going to be down Isabella's throat."
"Oh my son, every time she is going to try touch that leg or talk about the core, it is definitely going to be down her throat."
"Mom I am just not ready yet."
"I understand, I really do. Now go have fun before the old man comes with his shit."
I head into my room and lock the door behind me so that I can change.
It takes me several attempts later and a very chaotic room full of clothes and I am finally ready to head off to Isabella."
I bump into my mom again as I leave through the back door.
"Good luck Clay."
"Thanks, mom, I think we are going to be home quite late, Matt's girl is whipping out the wine."
"Just be careful down here that late at night."
"Will do mom, love you."
I give her a kiss on the cheek and start heading up the road.
With every step that I take, it feels like my heart is getting smaller and smaller from the suffocating feeling I feel surrounding it. What the hell is wrong with me, it's only a girl, a girl I feel that I am about to die over. I have never felt so anxious in my life before, this is a good anxious but also a good scary one. She is worth every scary moment I feel but is she worth letting that wall down tonight.
As I get closer to her house, I see her sitting outside on the deck with a glass of wine in her hand. She is breathtaking, watching her brings a smile to my heart, god I wish, I wish so many things that I would want to do to her. The thing is, I have not even tried being with a woman with my leg like this. I mean, do you take it off or do you leave it on when you do it? And what can I do, is there like only certain positions that we can do, how do you even begin to have sex like this.
I clear my head and make my way up to her.
"Evening Miss Stubborn."
"Evening my soldier."
"You look amazing."
"Not half as amazing as what you make me feel now that I see you."
I take her glass of wine from her hands and put it on the table. I pull her into my embrace and deep into my chest.
"There is that rippled stomach that I have missed." She says as she runs her fingers over every inched of my rippled abs.
"I think you are confusing my muscles with my lips."
"Mmmmm there is that too."
My hands drift to her hips and I pull her closer. Slowly I press my lips against hers. Her plump, velvety lips against my slimmer, warm ones, dancing around and bonding together. My insistent mouth is parting her trembling lips, sending wild tremors through my body, and inflicting sensations I have never known I had. No one has ever kissed me like this, she is waking a feeling and slowly crumbling that wall.
"Mmmmm keep doing that and we sending your brother home."
"Talk about Matt, he is late."
"Early bro." Matt and Chloe come walking out of the house.
"We got here before you." Chloe hands me a glass of wine
"Glad we did cause by the looks of that you would be having each other for dinner," Matt says with a slightly amused smile on his face.
I reach over and slap him behind the head.
"Says Mister Casanova himself. You were probably trying to suck out her third lung inside the kitchen there."
He slaps me behind the head.
"Duh bro, you only have two lungs."
I slap him behind the head.
"I am sure Chloe has none left."
He slaps me behind the head.
"Are you boys going to slap each other the whole night like that?" Isabella asks as she watching the ping pong match of slapping heads. "I can always bring out that whip."
"Boo, I thought you keeping that for us for later? I wink at her and smile.
"Hahaha be careful what you wish for soldier."
Matt goes to feed wood to a big bonfire he is building, while the girls go inside to grab snacks and a full bottle of wine. "Just so you know for you f.y.i this girl is crazy about you bro."
"Why, did she say something?"
"He asked if you did not like her cause you keep pushing her away. Told her she must be patient, the core fucked you up."
"Geez I don't know if I should say thank you, but you right, the core did fuck me up for this woman."
"Bro the worst the girl can do is tell you to fuck off. Now just give her a chance maybe she won't."
"Matt, I hope you are right, she makes me feel things, you know things deep down inside that stir every string of your heart."
"Bro I think you call that being in love."
Just then the girls come back outside, we all cuddle up around the fire. Isabella is sitting on my left-hand side with her fingers interlocked in my hands. Her head is resting on my shoulder, the sweet scent of her almost feel her heart beating through her ears. Her touch and smell is overwhelming every feeling I feel inside. I gently take her hand and lay it on my leg.
"Is this the one that was broken?"
"No this is the better one of them."
"Was it sore?"
"Was what sore?"
"When you broke your leg?"
"Bella, boo, I never had so much pain in my life before, I thought I would die."
"Is that why you don't want to let me touch or talk about it?"
"There is a lot more to that story my boo."
"Are you going to tell me one day or are you going to keep on pushing me away?"
"You know how it is to be with a soldier."
"Yes, maybe I should call you Mr. Stubborn then."
Don't just break your walls down to let someone in, make them work for it, make them show that they are worth it. Wait for that one that is willing to climb your walls just to find you that will break them down just to get to you. The one that is looking for you, all that you are in body, mind, and soul. The worst reason to break down your walls is just for the physical, let love in before giving that part that you are not willing to expose.I have done my very best to ignore Isabella again. It's day count two, I answer her briefly when I think it warrants. Yes, I am the dumb ass that starts it and when it comes to pulling through, I do my famous now you see me and now you don't hear from my act. The damn woman is fine and god knows I want her, not only physically but on a much deeper level than that, I just wish I can get past that part that is in the way...my leg.I am sitting in the lounge with Matt and his new girlfriend when my phone rings.It is Isabella.
They say that broken people give broken love. But are all people not broken in some way, it just depends how well you sow yourself up at the start of each day.I am not ready to show Isabella how broken I really am but I also do not want to mess up this good thing that we have.I have one of two choices, I walk out and this ends here or I stay and might not be able to walk for the next few days. The last time I slept with my prosthetic leg on, I hurt my stump and could only use my crutches for those next couple of days. And that poses a completely new problem as I do not have crutches here. Yes, I am so over thinking this but all decisions come with consequences."Boo.""Yes, soldier?""Come here."I pull her closer."Yes, soldier?""I just wanted to taste your sweet lips.""You starting something again?""Sshhh. Just kiss me.She lifts herself up on her toes, and my face goes down to hers. I kiss her. The
I have been out for nearly two days. I got an infection in the sores on my stump, and the painkillers the doctor prescribed for the agonizing pain has had me knocked out sleeping most of the time.I have not spoken to Isabella in these two days at all. I am sure she must be worried sick. I look for my phone on the side table, but it is not there at all. I try to get up, but my body is too weak."MATT!"Matt comes rushing into my room, "Bro, are you okay? What is the matter? Do you need anything?""Where is my phone? I need to speak to Isabella.""It's in the lounge, but bro, there is a problem.""What? Did she call? Did she tell me to leave her alone?""No, bro, no, nothing like that. The thing is, she was very worried about you.""Matt, what did you do?""Your phone was ringing the whole time, and she was worried because you did not answer.""Matt, what is going on? What is happening with Isabella?""Bro,
In a perfect world, hearts heal, and people move on; well, I say that is nonsense. How do you heal if you can’t move on because you are still waiting for the impossible to happen, waiting for the one that broke your heart to come back and make it whole again cause the thing is, you cannot move on if they are not next to you moving on together.Yesterday was torture; today is agony. She has not phoned or even messaged me. I don’t know if she is waiting for me or if I must wait for her. This unwritten book of love is just a messed-up bundle of confusion.I am sitting with Matt and Chloe outside around the pool area. Matt has taken it upon himself to see me get through this; I feel completely useless and vulnerable. “Hey, bro, grab a beer and get some sun on those skinny bones.”“Man, I don’t know how brown I want this buddy of mine.”He bursts out laughing as I adjust my prosthetic leg and lay back on the deck chair
To say that I am not disappointed is an understatement. I got my hopes up for something that was never going to happen. I created my own heartache by expecting too much. It hurts to feel that the person that made me feel so special just a few days ago does not want me today.What do I do? Do I ignore her and just walk on past or am I the better man and greet her while she is sitting with another man? Why does it feel like my heart has been ripped into pieces? Not just ripped but trampled into the dirt.Just to prove my point that shit definitely ain't going my way, we need to pass their table to get to the only other table available. My heart feels that it is just about to grow rock hard and crumble into pieces. My hands are slightly trembling, and I just know that I am going to stutter when I do finally speak."M...M...Morning Isabella.""Good morning Clayton."What happened to soldier? Why am I Clayton now? Why is she pushing herself away from me
The big question is, what is Paul doing at my front door? Is he here about what happened in the bathroom at the coffee shop? Or is he here to tell me to stay away from Isabella? Even maybe here to mole my face?Whichever, I guess I am soon going to find out. "Paul did not quite expect to see you here. Is there something wrong with Isabella?""No, she is all okay. I am here to speak to you.""Can I grab you a beer? Or coffee?"Or poison…"Beer would be great.""Just give me a sec."I go to the kitchen to grab two beers out of the fridge. Matt and Chloe are sitting at the counter. "Bro, do you need a hand to throw his face on the tar out there?""Matty, I am missing a leg, not a hand. This old soldier does still know how to smack a punch.""Fuck, do you think he is here about what happened in the bathroom?""If he is, then he is wasting his own time because it ain't any of his damn business.""You tell
Falling in love is like jumping off a really tall building; your head tells you that you are an idiot, you are going to die, but your heart tells you that you should not worry, that you can fly. The first time I saw her, my heart whispered to me that she was the one, that she was my building. When I look at her, I know I can fly.Waking up next to her is the best kind of wonderful that you can feel. This is a moment I can live for, a moment that defines happiness."Morning, boo.""Hey soldier, is it morning already?""From the sunshine coming through the window, I am sure that it is.""Fuck I slept here last night?""Yes, boo, and let me tell you, it's the best I have slept in months.""Well, I did not quite plan things that way, but I am sure glad I could help.""So you did not plan on seducing me last night?""Uhm, last time I checked, you were kissing me out of my clothes, soldier.""As far as I remember, you d
Skeletons are best left in the closet.Is Betty about to uncover them?I will protect them with my dear life.We are all sitting in the lounge with Betty while her monkey parade is setting up their equipment."Betty, don't you think that this is too much? I mean, it is bad enough I am sitting in my blues for a small-town paper.""Clayton, my boy, you are going to make this town famous.""Oh god, Betty, please don't put this on that silly old Facebook page of yours. I am going to have a whole bunch of grannies drooling over me."Mom bursts out in a hysterical laugh. "Clay! You just like your father now. You can't say things like that.""I agree, Denice," I hear my father in his stern voice say."For once, we agree on something.""No, Denice. I agree with Clay. It is pointless having an old bunch of women staring at him. We want the eyes that matters."I turn my attention to my father" What eyes that matter,
It is in and out of consciousness that we take the drive back to camp. My leg is hurting like a bitch, and the only thing I can focus my mind on is…not fucking again.I don't know how badly I am injured; the moment I try to lift my head, I have Harrison pushing me down again. I have Lopez applying pressure on my leg to try and stop the blood from gushing out.I feel like a mess.I am losing a lot of blood very quickly, for the dizziness is starting to set in. Then…I am out.Next time I come to, I am being carried into the nurse's tent where you have a severely understaffed medical team running to save the lives of the badly injured. The ones only in need of a view stitched or a non-serious bullet to be removed are pushed to the side.If I thought the battlefield was a complete mess, this is complete chaos. Today is a very sad day for every Marine that walks and that used to walk these grounds. Here, in this tent, there will be more li
There is a rumbling thunder that comes down with great speed onto our backs. You can hear as brick by brick come crashing to the floor, splitting into pieces. As I, the final one, get to the street, we watch as it comes down to a spectacular end. A big cloud of dust covers us and half down the street.Once most of the dust has settled, we make our way back to the Humvees."Woohoo, that was fucking close."Lopez snaps his head to my left and looks me amazed in the eyes, "You losing your mind there, Lieutenant?""Now that was a rush. If I say it is better than sex, then Isabella might just kill me."Everyone only but bursts out in laughter at me as we have once again missed another near-death experience. These three months better come quickly, for this heart cannot take this excitement anymore. And let us forget about the heart, that was fucking tough on my leg. I am going to sit in pain for at least another day or two.But there is no time to
It is yet another morning at the bus station that I have to say goodbye to my family. This time shall be the final time that I shall give my mother that near-death experience where she so wishes to slap all sanity into me.But that is not my concern; my biggest is leaving the woman behind that I shall marry and start a family with. Her eyes are filled with tears of both happiness and joy; I think that seeing me doing this the last time is what shall drive her to get through the last three months.Though getting on that bus does not make it any easier. Three months is a long time for someone that is on nothing but hostile ground.And with that, as all the times before, I watch as the five most important people in my life become nothing but little ants in the back window.The drive to Pendleton this time is filled is heartache, and the flight to camp does not even bring as much joy as I wish it to be.But I am here to fulfill what I promised myself,
It is early morning as I sit on the porch waiting for Isi to wake up.There are only two things playing on my mind this morning.I am so goddamn happy to be home, and worst of all, I need to go back and finished what I have started.It is only another three months stretch to go, and by the way that things seem, some of the boys might be coming home earlier.Now I know that she will not love the idea, but I am not deserting my country; even though I chose my wife, I still have a service that I need to fulfill. One thing Clayton Jackson is not known for is to run away and hide. I want to be that hero; I want to make that difference, and god, I will be doing it the right way.So as Miss Sleepy Heads sticks her head around the corner, I know that she has watched me while I have been having turmoiled in my head."What has your daydreaming so early in the morning, soldier?""Well…" she only but cocks her head and looks at me."
I need to stop for one moment and take a step back; what makes this all worthwhile is the beauty that lies in my arms. Should I not have had her presence in my life, I would not have had the sheer willpower to take the impossible onTo have beauty in your life is easy, but to have the beauty of the woman that you love and the one that loves you in return is the greatest gift that one can experience. I can, with all honesty, say that there is no doubt that she completes my life. To be lonely for eternity can be seen as a life sentence, but having what you crave, is the greatest blessing.I have never been more assured to have chosen her to be mine for life.She does not only live in her own body; she lives in mine too. We are part of each other; we are one. I hear her footsteps in the passageways of my heart. Her voice echoes through my veins. I can see her face in the mirrors of my memories. She has engraved herself deep into my soul. She will forever be a part
What is the greatest thing a man can experience?Having back what you have thought you have lost for good. It is true that good things happen to those who wait, but damn, did I had to wait too long"Soldier, Are you going to stop staring at my stomach?""Sorry boo, but I still cannot believe that it is real, and you are sort of kind of a bit, so I can just not miss it.""You can be glad my hands are swollen, or else I would have punched you."I am a mess right now; I happy messed up, man. Here is the woman that I love more than anything, and she is still having our baby. I have missed out on so much, I can only imagine what she must have gone through, but I don't understand.""Boo, but why did you tell me that you lost the baby.""Mark said, as I told you, that he would kill your parents if I told anyone. He had this crazy idea in his head that he could raise our child as his own.""But where did James come in?""J
I know Isabella for far too long, for one, she is wearing some rather oversized shirt, which is not mine, and one that I very doubt would be that of James. And for a second, that damn sugar rush that she is forcing into that body, that well…"Isi, is there something that you are not telling me?""Clay, I think you need to come to sit down. Can I grab you a beer or something?""Somehow, I think I am going to need something far stronger than a beer right now. I think that overprized whiskey there will just do fine."With that, I watch her move toward the cupboard; her shirt is just a slight bit over that perky ass that has become slightly perkier than before. Now, if I were not so goddamn curious, then I would have pinned her down on this very kitchen counter, but I seem to feel that we will be requiring a bed for this one.So as she comes to sit across from me and to push a glass of chilled whiskey over to me, she casually has some oddly fres
We have not been able to find Caylee, but as per news from Matty, they have found Mark. Between the three of them, they came up with a plan to wrong the people whom they believe that wrong them. Well, what one hell of a wicked plan, if you may ask me.Now the last time I have spoken to Isabella, she was still very much taken aback by the great ordeal that has happened to her.Well, today I have a surprise for her. It took a lot of string, but I finally got the big man at the top to let me step away for but a brief moment. Now nobody expects me to know, of course, for I know that my dear mother can not keep her dear old mouth any more quiet than Betty.So it is with very hesitant steps that I finally step in front of the door that I have a grave to be for too many nights now.But from inside, I only hear her grunt and curse underneath her breath, "I told you goddam people that I do not have anything else to say."With a rather loud huff and a somewh
…Matty POV…A part of me is questioning if I truly did hear the words that are coming from the direction in front of me. If there are ever the most terrifying words that one has spoken, then I a sure that this will be it. I do wish that he did not just say that, for I am more afraid of Clayton's life than mine.No, as I stare into the godawful face of James, the other man has not yet made his appearance. Well, this shall not happen today. I shall not allow to be taken and overpowered by two men that clearly think that they are playing god.Now, as I watch Isabella's face, I see the terror creep over her face as the other man starts to speak. If there is ever the most terrifying look that words can not speak then that is what is on her face. But as this man steps forward, I can see the utmost expression of joy on his godawful face."Mark," I hear her gasp as she nearly trembles over in tears. "What are you doing here?""Next time, get