"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
(Second Book For: The Marine Next Door)..........Today I am on another bus ticket back home; this time around, I am not alone. Every single man finds themselves in the same place, heading the same way, including the forty-three brave souls that fought to the very end for their country.What else is fighting is me; every time I just as much as open my goddamn eyes, they shove a needle in my arm. Now I am not a man with patience, and they are surely testing it to its limit.Every time I start to drift away, I clench even harder on that photo of Isabella, knowing that in only a few mere hours, I will be seeing her.Now I would like to tell you how jolly and eventful the plane flight is home, but yes, I am constantly being drugged by some over-eager nurse.Then, just as I come out of my drug haze again, I spot Harrison, I immediately holler, yes, I know, but anyway, I call for the man to come over."Can you explain to me why nobody want
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
Today is the day that I break my mom's heart again. They have to make the very dreadful drive here under the pretense to come to visit. Unfortunately, neither Isabella nor me have told them about where I am currently finding myself. We have lied to them and told them that I am back safely at home.Well, we did not completely lie; I am at home, just not at the real home where I should be. When they said that they wanted to come to see me, we did not have the heart to tell them what is really going on.So yes…my mom is going to cry.And…my dad is going to be pissed.As for me, my spirits are up, and I am so ready to go home, but this wise-ass doctor feels the need to keep me here for at least a few days. Like not being able to do what I want is bad enough, now I have to be stuck in this bed here.Isabella keeps on telling me that she does not know how I can keep on smiling. I say, well, what is the purpose of feeling sad for myself. My
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
The things that you go through now, the heartache and the pain, the smiles and the laughter, that prepares you for your fate, for your destiny. All the if's, the why's, the will's and want's, brings you what you ask for. The thing is, when you ask for something, you need to make sure to be clear, or you may land with something you asked for but did not really want. If you the lucky few, you will get what you asked for but receive a whole lot more, a whole lot that you did not expect but that you realize you actually wanted.What is my fate?Well, as I sit here looking at Isabella as she is taking a seat next to me and then at Galland that is sitting across from me, I cannot help but wonder what is my destiny. What has fate destined for me?I have been through shit and back, and I am still standing, and it is this that makes me feel that what is deep in my heart is my true fate.Now, as Isabella speaks, I cannot help but wonder, "What are you boys whisperi
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
The thing about life is that it is never constant.The only constant I can assure myself at present is Isabella and the baby. What changes is everything else. The choices and decisions you make will never remain the same. Though some things are certainties, and that is your dreams. They, too, might change, but the thing is that you are constantly dreaming about something.The measures that you will go to achieve these things do measure you as a man. I believe that if you always play it safe, then you are purely just a coward. You sit, and you wait, and you let fate decide for you what is going to happen next. But the thing with fate is that it takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking.Well, I am not that man; I am a dreamer. And when I dream, I dream big.So I am finding myself at a place that I do not want to be. I am at a crossroads, with a difficult decision to make. Do I turn right and put my dreams aside, turn them away and start a new
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