A Damaged Marine

A Damaged Marine

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Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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~MY NEXT NOVEL~ High school was a smooth run for the sweethearts Riley and Paul. But will the future tear them apart forever? One decision will estimate in one mistake. One mistake will result in precious memories erased. But when given a second chance at a love that's bound to be, will they accept? Or will the past, forever decide for their future?

Summary

~MY NEXT NOVEL~ High school was a smooth run for the sweethearts Riley and Paul. But will the future tear them apart forever? One decision will estimate in one mistake. One mistake will result in precious memories erased.
But when given a second chance at a love that's bound to be, will they accept? Or will the past, forever decide for their future?

Chapter1 (v.1) - A Damaged Marine

Author Chapter Note

~MY NEXT NOVEL~ High school was a smooth run for the sweethearts Riley and Paul. But will the future tear them apart forever? One decision will estimate in one mistake. One mistake will result in precious memories erased. But when given a second chance at a love that's bound to be, will they accept? Or will the past, forever decide for their future?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 16, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 16, 2015

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A/N: Hey booksie babes. A heads up, this book is about a marine. It isnt something I know much about which is shameful given the fact that half of my family, german and french, are in the military. Thing is I've never met them so I know next to nothing about it. I just thought this up as an idea and thought it'd be fun to write. Inspired by Kirkyb

“You got family waiting?” One of the best guys in the platoon, Jason Rodriguez, nudged me as we grabbed for our bags.

“I hope so.” I chuckled as did he.

“Well, I have a large family. So if your up for it, I can lend you some.” He offered with a persuasive smile.

“We'll see. I might take you up on it though. I've been dying to meet the people who were stuck with you for the past 24 years.”

“God, bless them.” Vincent Nathan, my best friend, chimes in, high-fiving me.

“Hey!” Jason pouted as we all laugh. After a while, he joins in too.

“You can meet them another time if your family's here, okay? I mean, as much as I love you guys, I'm sick of y'all.” He joked playfully, although serious at the same time.

“Sounds good to me.” I agreed.

We descended the bus before assembling into two lines beside it; one behind the other, in the hangar before our own loved ones. Behind my shades, I swept my eyes briefly over the place. The hangar was overflowing with people. Most of them seemed to have frozen, holding their breaths for the go ahead before attacking their loved ones with hugs and kisses.

So many eyes.

Vince nudged me in the back from behind me, bringing my attention to him. “You good?”

I nodded and looked straight ahead.

“This is the best part of deployments.” He tells me. “Getting to come home.”

“I don't doubt it.”

Owen, who stood beside him, pitched in. “This is your first deployment, babe. Take it slow.”

I nodded again.

Eventually we were dismissed, families from both sides rushed forward in a frenzied mess. Cries of joy and love filled the atmosphere to no extent. Brothers and sisters. Husbands and wives. Parents and sons and daughters; all reuniting as a whole once again.

“Riley!” I heard a familiar voice call out to me. I was so engrossed in what was happening in front of me, I didn’t have time to comprehend my family making their way over to me until my mother pulled me into one of her suffocating hugs. Then it hit home.

“Momma!” Dropping my bags, my arms wrapped themselves around her tiny frame just as tight as hers and squeezed my eyes shut, keeping the tears at bay. Based on the shakes wracking her body and the now wet patch on my shoulder, she was bawling her eyes out with no mercy.

“Oh, my baby is home! My baby!”

“Shhh momma.” I squeezed her tighter, but it only seemed to make her bawl even more.

“Alright, ma. Let go now. Its my turn.” My eyes shot open to meet gorgeous sapphires. I gasped and went to pull back, but momma followed me with her arms still latched around my neck.

“Honey. Come on, already. It's my turn!” Another familiar voice whined this time. Daddy!

“Your turn? Says who? I come second in everything, therefore its my turn.”

“Well, I made her so you'll just have to wait.” Dad huffed at his second oldest child. How I've missed their bickering. I pulled away from my mother as she reluctantly did so too, before pulling my big brother in to a hug. I knew for a fact if he didn't hug me next, he'll sulk about it as long as I'm around. I caught sight of my father over his shoulder pouting at me and glaring at Harley. He swung me around before setting me on my feet.

“I've missed you sis.” Harley whispered into my ear as he hugs me tighter. I felt my bottom lip quiver, so I tucked it between my teeth. I won’t cry. I won't cry.

“Miss you too Harley.” I pulled away from him. Turning towards my dad and seeing tears in his eyes was all it took to push the tears over the edge as I jumped into my father's awaiting arms. Like any little girl in her daddy's arms, I felt safe. I felt like the 4 year old me.

“My baby's home. Your finally home.” He breathed. No matter how hard he tries, his tears always win out. If the man wants to cry, he has to let it out otherwise he gets irritated with everyone, resulting in the silent treatment and the couch for a bed.

“Daddy, I'm okay. I'm here.” I cried into his shoulder over again. Two more pairs of arms wound their way around us, holding us together.

Nine months. Nine months since seeing the faces of my loved ones. Nine months since I've held or been held in their arms. Nine months since I've walked on stateside. The very ground my family lives on. Nine excruciatingly painful long months.

We pulled back to brush the tears. Dad took my face in his hands and smiled lovingly.

“You look so much older. So grown up. I feel like I've missed out your entire life.”

I buried my face in his chest. His sweet apple scent, the scent I've grown up to love, wafted up my nose. Something so small, yet so powerful it brought a fresh round of tears to my eyes. When we touched down on US soil earlier, I felt like I was walking a dream. And if I was, I didn't want to pinch myself because I didn't want it to end. But when I was stuck in the desert, I tried to remember this. My home, family, their voices, smells, memories, everything. Even with the pictures help. But I could never place my finger on anything which upset me a lot. And that's why I know this is real. This scent is real, these arms are real, this hangar is real. Even this bus is real.

I leaned back slightly to touch the side of the bus, reassuring myself. The cold, hard metal beneath my fingers proved me right. I’m home. No matter how many times I say it, it’ll never get old.

“Come on honey.” My mother wiped her tears with a tissue she held and grabbed my hand. I bent down for my bags, but had them taken by Harley. I smiled appreciatively.

“Let's get you home.”

We walked to the car when I realized something. I looked around for my oldest brother and little sister and came up empty-handed. They didn’t show? With my heart in my throat, I took a seat in the back of dad's F500 while Harley put my things in the back, mom in passenger.

“Trent wanted to be here, he did but-" I cut him off.

“Its fine. I don't expect anyone to drop everything just to see me.” I shrugged off nonchalantly, though I was really upset about it.

He shook his head in protest. “No honey. Kat-”

Mom interrupted as the boys hopped in the car. “Katie had a c-sec a week ago. She had the twins.”

My eyes grew wide. This is news. “What!? But she would've been weeks early! Is she okay? Are the twins okay? Oh my goodness. Why are you even here?-”

Harley placed his hand over my mouth laughing. “Damn, I missed you.”

I slapped his hand away glaring. “You know how that helps me? Oh, wait? It doesn't! And watch your language!”

Mom and dad were laughing their heads off at our bickering, completely helpless to me. All previous tears completely forgotten, bad memories of the last nine months swiped to the back of my mind. I was solely focused on the here and now.

“We're going to the hospital. Now.”

“Baby, their fine. All of them.” Dad smiled softly. I gave him an incredulous look.

“I still want to see them!”

“Okay, okay. Geez.” He chuckled. I sat back in my seat, watching the streets pass by on our way to the hospital. A few seconds passed till I felt myself being pulled into Harley's side. I breathed in his scent, finally settling in. This is real. I'm really here, in my hometown, in my brothers arms without having to constantly look over my shoulder for people wanting to kill me.

Harley buried his nose in my hair as I buried my face in his chest, eyes closed. It was a sweet moment for me, until a flash went off and my eyes shot open to see my mother holding a camera in her hand.

“Sorry. Flashback moment.” She says sheepishly. I gave her a tired smile.

Dad tried asking me about my deployment, but I didn't want to talk about it. It wasn't something you could just discuss on any average day. So I was glad he left it alone. For now anyway.

After the twenty-five minute drive to the hospital, we were finally walking through the doors and toward the elevators.

“Are you excited?” Mom took my hand in hers while my other arm was linked through Harley's.

“Of course! I get to meet my...what are they?” I asked since I don't even know the sex of the twins yet.

Harley chuckled. “Your about to find out.”

He pulled me through the elevator when it pinged with mom and dad tailing us till we got to the end of the hall, second to last door on the right. I heard them before I saw them. One little cry was enough to halt me in my steps and bring tears to my eyes.

“Shh, baby.” A man cooed quietly. “You'll wake your brother.” Brother? I have a nephew!

“She has quite the pair of lungs doesn't she?” A woman then spoke softly. Oh god.

“Yep. Sure does. Just like someone else I know.” Without waiting any longer, I stepped through the doors.

In the center of the room was a young and happy couple, gazing into each others eyes with a child each in their arms. Two little bundles of joy, wrapped tightly in their blue and pink blankets.

I grew wide eyed and gasped as I saw one squirming in Trent's arms. Immediately, I walked over and reached out for the wriggling pink blanket.

“Oh my god!” The beauty in front of me gasped. I gave her a quick smile before looking down again.

“I get it. I know, I smell and look awful. I've been stuck in this uniform for four days. It's terrifying, almost.”

“Sis. Holy crud. Fu-oh god. Ry, your home.” Trent, much to my dismay, handed my niece over to his girlfriend once she placed my nephew in his car seat. He then proceeded to squeeze the life out of me, rather painfully. I may be a marine, but I'm still a girl-uhh....woman. Yo-young woman.

“C-c-can't...br-reath...” I managed to get out. He loosened his hold on me, but didn't let go. Not that I minded. His body was shaking slightly as he held on to me like he thought I would vanish into thin air. When I'm well aware five minutes have passed, he still didn't let me go.

“Uh, not to sound rude or anything but, could you maybe let go? I want to meet my niece and nephew.” He laughed quietly against my shoulder before pulling back a bit. He wiped his face a few times before looking at me and giving me a teary smile. Trent is one of the toughest, most fiercest guys I know. More than half the guys I've spent the past nine months with. So when I see tears in his eyes, I just go with it.

“Of course.”

“What are their names?” I walked over to Emily, his girlfriend since sophomore year in high school, and cooed at the gorgeous green-eyed infant staring straight at me. Trent walked over to his son.

“This is your baby nephew, Kyle Monte. Who is not surprisingly still asleep.” My head snapped up at Harley. He had a huge smile on his face as he looked on with pride. Kyle was his middle name and Monte was Em's older brother's name.

“As for your niece, we had one in mind, but haven't made any final decisions yet.” Emily gave Trent a secret smile. I looked on in suspicion before turning around.

“Any idea what they're gunning on about?” I asked my family, whom looked as confused as each other as they shook their heads, no. My mother was behind me, looking down at her grandniece as my father and Harley crowded around baby Kyle Monte completely oblivious to the set of eyes peering at him as he slept.

“We want to be sure she’s okay with it before we decide.” Trent smiled.

“She who?”

“She, you.” Now I'm really confused.

Trent walked over to my side as Emily handed my niece over to me. She was so tiny and barely weighed anything. I automatically secured my arms around her small body with one hand resting on her behind and the other at the back of her neck.

“We were thinking of naming her Rosie. Or Rose.”

I was absolutely transfixed by the cutie, my mind hadn't processed what my brother had said.

“Riley?”

“Huh?” I smacked his hand out of my face. “What?”

“What do you think of Rosie?” My breath hitched when he said Rose. Rose is my middle name.

“Really?” Rosie Jetsen. Its perfect.

“Yeah.” You don't need to ask me twice...twice for me to hear anyway.

“This is the best welcome home gift ever!”

That made everyone laugh.

**********

After hanging about with Trent and his newest family additions, we decided to let them go. Monte stopped by to help them. He and his girlfriend, Rachel are moving into Trent's to help out around the house while they get used to handling two babies at once. Though I don't think its necessary with the constant visits they'll be getting daily from both sides of the family.

Dad had just pulled up in the driveway of home. It wasn't anything special appearance wise, but it carried so many wonderful memories. It was a plain brick two storey house with two garages, a front and back porch and a huge front and backyard. Almost the entire front yard was decked out in all different types of flowers ranging from dandelions to white roses to . I bet the back was decorated with vegetable patches, unless dad stopped her at the flowers. Mom can go nuts with her gardening. This wasn't the first batch of flowers she's planted. Once she gets sick of them or no longer likes their formation, she'll pull them all out and start again. I've seen it happen more than once.

This place was still home though. It was the vessel of my childhood and teen years. So many happy memories were shared in this house, in the back and front yard. Throughout the neighborhood. Staring at the walk paths, I remember going for walks with my parents or sometimes my brothers would take me for ice cream. I remember participating in the games of family night footy. Or the cheesy board games we stayed up late night playing.

But all those memories felt distant. They were getting cloudy which partially scared me. If nine months is all it takes to regain what is only fuzzy memories, what's another nine months gonna do?

Harley nudged his shoulder with mine. “Welcome home, sis.”

I smiled at him. We piled out of the car, Harley getting my bags while I walked with mum and dad to the front door.

“Welcome home, baby girl.”

Dad pushed the front door open then let me walk in first. I didn't take much in when I heard shuffling movement in the back. Could it be-

“Suzie? Did you remember to pick up my shirt from the dry cleaners? I still can't find my other one with the navy stripes. I think it grew legs.” A deep male voice yelled through the house. A very familiar voice. One I know all too well. But why is he here?

“Son of a-” Harley and my father muttered in unison, though my mother gave them a look saying ‘Finish that sentence. Finish it.’ Then a younger looking version of my mother walked in the room with just a short pink silk robe with the sash wrapped loosely around her waist, but the top was wide open, putting her cleavage on full display. Suzie.

She had grown remarkably well. She wasn't the tiny, awkward girl she was before. Her beauty managed to shine as much as her height. Suzie stands at a max of 5’2. She hadn't grown in height exactly, but she's developed in other areas. Her blond hair had taken on a richer shade that brought out her big sparkling blue eyes with the help of eye makeup. Her chest expanded a good few inches, her waist so tiny it almost disappears in the robe she wore and her skin was covered in a light tan.

Suzie halted in her steps when she caught sight of all of us. Then her eyes zeroed in on me and widened.

“Riley?” She whispered in shock or what I want to believe was. I smiled, holding my hand up in a wave.

“Wh-what are you do-doing here?” She stutters out. Wow, no hi? Glad your still alive?

“What do you think? She's welcome here more than you are!” Harley snapped at her. My eyes widened at that as my heart beat quickened a bit. Never in my life, have I witnessed my brother or anyone in my family speak to her that way. She was the youngest. The baby. She was the innocent child. The pure hearted one.

“Sue, did you hear me? I asked if you've picked up my shirt. Oh hey guys.” He emerged from the hall where the bedrooms were. He approached Suzie in just black jeans with his belt unbuckled like it was the most casual thing in the world. She didn't pay him any mind though. Her eyes were glued to my form. Obviously looking for something; reassurance, clearance, maybe, that I'm not after her man? Why you ask?

The same guy standing in front of me, completely oblivious to my presence is none other than Paul O'Neil.

My exe boyfriend...

“Hey! Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?” He waved his hand in front of her face, snapping her out of her trance. I couldn't be more thankful. I was starting to squirm under her gaze.

Suzie looked at him then smiled sweetly. She leaned up and gave him a kiss. It wasn't a French kiss but it wasn't a peck either. Of course, being her boyfriend and a guy, he kissed her back.

Dad and Harley tensed beside me while my mother just shook her head, obviously thinking the same thing.

That was low.

I, on the other hand, just looked around the room awkwardly. Not much has changed here. The same dark blue furniture with cushions scattered here and there. The same dark wood coffee table with a few magazines for decoration. A computer desk against one spotless, bright white wall, a bookshelf against another. Then you have the source of my father and brothers entertainment. The 62” Samsung plasma TV hanging on the wall. Looking every bit like the King of the room.

All of a sudden, I feel my arm being tugged on. Looking like the clueless marine I am, I turn my head to the culprit. It’s Harley trying to drag me through the room towards the hallway. By now, everyone's eyes were on me. Including Paul's.

I noticed his arm tighten around Suzie's waist while staring at me with his jaw clenched tight, I thought it was going to snap. He didn't say anything and I was glad.

“Let's go.” Hardly growled, pulling me along with him and passed the frozen couple. “I’ll help you settle in.”

I didn't protest, just followed after him. I didn't risk turning back, either. Especially when I could feel everyone's burning gaze on my back.


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