The air was thick with the tension between us. Our eyes were hot with held-back tears; brows burdened with unresolved anger. Our annoyance filled the space between us. Disenchantment and creeping doubt edged us closer to a cliff of despair.
On a good day, love can be challenging.
Why do we keep finding ourselves in these trenches of disaffection and dysfunction?
Life's evolutions would throw us off balance, disrupt our "normal," and make us uncomfortable and distracted.
We are continually growing apart instead of instead of growing closer.
To love, truly love, is to give, even when it is hard—especially when it is hard.
When that reservoir of resentment is so full that just a drop of irritation made it spill over and saturate us with anger, we had to be stronger than the flood and to give more.
And when we had nothing left to give, this is when we had to forgive.
And when we did, we began to build trust again
…Isabella POV…I can hardly contain my laughter as I see the expression on Clayton's face as he very hesitantly makes his way over to the front door. All the way, with each step he takes, he softly whispers."I am going to kill you, Isabella Jackson."I only but shake my head and throw my hands in the air.I am pleading complete innocence.But yet watching him gently reach for the knob, taking almost and ten agonizing seconds to fling the door open, I finally burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter.He looks at me with much relief on his face as he is staring at the courier guy that is busy handing him a package. As he slams the door behind him, he walks back to me with utmost confidence."You can be glad that was not Betty.""Soldier, she is mom to you now.""Not the fuck; I am not calling that old bag mom. She has been giving me nothing but shit for years, and let us not forget about that god
Yesterday was torture, and ya… It is not going to get any better. I shall now have to live with the fact that Betty is my mother-in-law. Still, just the mention of the word makes my body cringe. I think, in a way, I was happy that I would never have one, but I guess a man can only dream for such a short while.Now I sat with Isabella in that kitchen for nearly almost two hours, and she did not say a single word. Yes, it frustrated the shit out of me because, in the back of my head, I know that there is going to be something that sticks up its ugly head. And as certain as I know that I am Clayton Jackson, that is as certain I will be to divorce her lying ass.So I shall leave it where it is and hope for the best to come.Now today, she is dragging me, well, not truly because I would love to have the experience, so we are off into the city to go get some more blue little things for my boy. I do truly wish that she did not only buy blue; hey, I love my own b
As I slowly open my eyes, I am immediately struck by a pounding headache, and fuck does it hurt like a bitch. But that is not my concern, my concern is Isabella, and as I look over at her, I am so fucking relieved that she is still there. Though still there how I do not now. So I abandon my seat in an instant and rush over to her side; as I open her door, her limp body falls out from the seat. My heart stops, and I cannot fucking breathe.Fuck Isabella!There is a suffocating grip that takes hold of my heart. I can feel the tears start to trickle at the corner of my eyes. I begin to scream at the top of my voice.His body is lifeless, his arms dangle to the ground, and his head falls loosely to the back. There is blood all over his face, but I cannot see where it is coming from. I cannot see any other wounds, but it does not mean that they are not there. Why is he not moving? The crash was not really that hard, but then again, Isabella was not wearing his seat b
My heart is shattered.I nearly lost Isabella today. It was so damn close; I could always feel her slip from my reach. It fucking kills me; it is eating me up alive; I cannot protect my wife!I felt so goddamn helpless; it felt that there was nothing that I could do; it was all out of my hands.Now I am standing outside with Galland, and I can hardly even catch my breath. The only desire I have now is to burst into a flood of tears and cry. I am supposed to be strong, but I feel weak to the bone.I don't, and I cannot fucking do this.I cannot lose Isabella.I have no idea who can be behind this; god knows that I have made my fair share of enemies between some of the boys in the Corps. But who would stoop to such a level to try and kill me and even with Isabella with me in the car? Most of the guys in our platoon know that she is pregnant.What sick fuck would do such a thing?Well, I am going to have to do the hardest thing th
…Isabella POV…The hurt in my heart is raging.I have not for one second let go of how angry I am at Clayton. It has consumed every single fiber in me, and it still has not let go. It is still burning out of control. I am growing closer and closer to the edge, and god, when I get there, I am going to crash and burn. My emotions are out of sync, and my mind is playing tricks on me. I have surrendered control over the demons inside of me; they still have a firm grip on me. If I don't find myself between all the darkness soon, then I fear that I am going to be lost.And lost is what I feel. I will be very honest with myself; I am not as happy as I thought I would be to be married to Clayton. My emotions are mixed. There are moments when I feel guilt and then get those moments where the hints of joy are far greater than regret.Yes, I feel regret.What else do I feel…I fucking miss the man!Now th
There is a dead darkness that settles over my heart as I hear the echo of a voice come from the kitchen.Can people not fucking knock?Well, it does not seem like they can. Guess this asshole will have to be taught a lesson.So I reach for my back and take my Ruger firmly gripped in my hand.Ya, someone tried to run me off the road, so I am going to make sure that I am ready.So I take one deep breath, I step closer, there is a rumble of a voice that comes from in front of me. With the darkness that fills the room, I can only make out a silhouette; I am going to guess that this is a man in front of me. I have only one thing to do, and that is face what will be my end today.And it is with slow agony that I do so. Each little scuffle my feet make, I prepare myself for what awaits me. Will it be a gun to my head, or will it be a knife to the chest. Whichever way, I truly do not think that any pain can be worse than the one that I am already fe
It did not take very long, and Isabella was back home. Now to say that she is not raging mad would be a lie, but right now, I have never seen anyone that is more afraid. At least all the Police Officers and Forensics have left. That is one sight that I do not wish for her to see, but there is the very grim reminder where a bullet did penetrate a wall in the kitchen.But she has not seen that yet, for we are sitting in the lounge trying to figure out where do we go from here. I honestly am in two minds, I want her with me, but I know it is far too dangerous. Right now, our lives are all about unpredictability; I don't know what is going to happen next, but at the lengths whoever is behind this has gone, I can certainly say that the next hit will be far more serious than this one.That is not even I thought I wish to think of, to think that somewhere out there somebody wants me dead. God, I must have fucked somebody seriously off, but that is beside the point.So
I have just come to learn that I cannot trust anybody. What I am not completely sure about is who exactly it is that I cannot trust. All I know is that somebody is out to get my life.My question is, who wants me dead?I can honestly not think of one person, apart from one of the Jones brothers that would want me six feet under the ground, but as far as they go, two are firmly set with their asses in jail, and as for the third one, well that buff dumbo cannot put a plan together like this by himself.So this still leaves me with who has got an ax to grind?Have I really pissed a man off so bad that he is willing to not only take my life but that of my wife and my unborn child?Well, they are not getting a third attempt under their sleeve. If it is the last thing that I ever do, then that will be to protect Isabella and our baby. It sickens me that a man can do such a ruthless as to try and harm a child. I can understand if I have pissed you off, bu