All Chapters of The Marine Next Door II: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Six months…six months is all I had to live my dream again.To say that I am not completely shattered would be a lie; my entire world has been thrown in a tumble. I remember the day when the doctor came into the room when he had to come to tell me that they could not save my leg.It was as if my worst nightmare came true.It was not so much a shock that I was half of myself; it was a shock that I could not be a Marine anymore. I knew then that I would get used to being the way I became, so it truly never brought me down as much as I thought it should. Yes, I felt somewhat ashamed of my leg, but as time passed by, I accepted the fact that I will be different. And it was that which made me fight so hard; I wanted to be different but seen as normal.How do I even begin now?Yes, I am grateful that I still have my leg, even though it will take its time to heal, but taking away even more from what has already been taken away from me, that is worse

It is my last day that I have to be stuck in this hospital bed. I can honestly say that I am relieved. Isabella has been having great difficulty with traveling back and forth to the hospital. Yes, she still has a little less than three months to go, but the woman is huge, and she is struggling. I have picked the perfect time to be useless.Now, my mother insisted on staying, but I think I might have just killed my father. Well, my mother would keep on telling me to sit down while my father would scold me for not listening. Needless to say, my family have gone back home, where they are eagerly waiting for us to return.That is a discussion that Isabella and I will need to have later.So, after she schedules her next ultrasound, she and a rather mean nurse that had done nothing but argue with me when I wanted to do something for myself, they both come walking into the room with a wheelchair.Ya, that is where I stop it, "I am not getting into that fucking t

If there was ever someone choosing bad timing, it is the idiot that is now knocking at my door. I was only seconds away from hearing Isabella's answer. So I just ignore the knocking and cock my head as I wait for her to finish, but she only frowns and points for me to go and see who has decided to bring their intrusion at this late hour.It is very reluctantly that I drag my feet to the door, where the knocking has now become more persistently. I hope whoever it is, that I am going to make them pay for letting me struggle my way over to the doorway. And as the knocking gets louder, I only but a growl from deep in my chest, "I am coming. Just hang bloody on."With utmost irritation, I fling the door open, ready to punch the man that is behind it. But as I stare at the person on the other side, I only but grow a smile, "Matty, what the fuck are you doing here?"From the lounge, I hear a voice echo, "You better watch that mouth of yours, soldier."I only chu

I never expected that when you are expecting a child that everything you do or you say becomes tenfold. Before, you only had yourself to look after, but now you have the lives of two others that you need to carry like crystal in your hands. I can honestly say that I never felt so scared and so excited at the same time. So when moments as these come and knock your breath away, it seems that you exactly know what to do, without even a question, you react.So it is with pure terror that I look at Isabella. Now she is being very vague, so I truly do no know what to expect. What is the meaning? What is she saying? All I know it is best not to question her and do that very thing, and react. Though for now, for a brief moment, I am not going to panic.Well, at least not yet.So I turn to her slowly, "What do you mean something is wrong, boo?""Something is wrong; something does not feel right?"And as I watch her place her hand on her belly, that horror t

…Denice POV…I have just lost both of my boys to the Marines. Now I know it is not something that I should feel sad about because the boys are doing something important. But most of all, they are doing something that they want. Yes, we all know that their father wanted them to become Doctors. Well, I am happy that they did not. What they do now also matters; they are making that difference.To say that I was not shocked to hear about Matty wanting to join the Marines will be a blatant lie. At first, I thought that the boy was joking, but when he started packing his bag, I knew that he was serious. Now again, it was the worst day of my life watching one of my boys leave. At least, I know that they will come home.Well, that is for Clayton; the boy just cannot keep himself out of trouble. But apparently, which he has not told me yet, for I heard it from Isabella, the man wants to go back and become something called a Raider. I can only think that it