Post by Warpig on Apr 10, 2021 12:06:33 GMT -5
James Butler was Wills best friend growing up. They were practically friends in the womb due to their mothers' friendship. They were born on the same week, only two days apart. They lived on the same block, attended the same schools. They even joined the Marines together.
James was one of wills troops. James was also the first to die in a horrific road side bomb ambush. He was the first body that Will carried back to base.
"James. You're…...you're dead. You died in the desert." Will said. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost. It could have simply been the intense heat and humidity of the Louisiana bayou. It wasn't, however. No. This was a bad mental state for him.
"How are you here. Why are you here?" Will asked. A tear began to fall down his face. "I should get help?" He asked.
Will took a deep breathe. "I am helping myself. I'm fighting again. I'm doing it because I deserve to get punched every day. It's my fault you're gone, James. I'll never forgive myself." He said as he stared at a tree.
"Don't say her name! She left me. My world. She left me." Will said, falling to his knees. His cigarette fell to the ground.
"Go. Leave me alone. Just go." He said over and over and over again.
He laid there until the sun went down.
Chapter Four.
Anabeth Jones was a very attractive woman. She had honey blonde hair, though slightly greying, and emerald green eyes like her daughter. Anabeth had been with Jessica all day. She worried for her daughter's well being. She'd noticed the weight loss in her daughter's arms and legs. She also noticed the increasing belly bump. Though Jessica hadn't told anyone, Anabeth knew that her daughter was pregnant.
Jessica had tried to hide it from everyone, including Will. She just couldn't bear to put something else on him, especially with the troubles he was going through.
Anabeth eyed her daughter softly as she sat the groceries down on the table. She noticed the bags under Jessica's eyes. "How did you sleep last night, dear?" Anabeth asked. Jessica shrugged her shoulders weakly. "I couldn't. I need him, mom." Jessica replied.
Anabeth sighed. "I know. He needs to be here when his son, arrives. I know it's a boy. You're carrying low." She said sweetly. Jessica didn't speak for a moment. She hadn't planned on telling anyone for some time. "How did you.." Jessica started. Anabeth laughed. "I'm your mother. And mother's always know these things." Anabeth said as she started making her daughter a ham sandwich.
When Anabeth was done, she sat a ham sandwich in front of Jessica. Mrs. Feight inhaled the lunch. She was famished and eating for two. " Now. Please go get some rest. I'll be here all day." Anabeth said. Jessica nodded and headed to the bedroom.
James was one of wills troops. James was also the first to die in a horrific road side bomb ambush. He was the first body that Will carried back to base.
"James. You're…...you're dead. You died in the desert." Will said. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost. It could have simply been the intense heat and humidity of the Louisiana bayou. It wasn't, however. No. This was a bad mental state for him.
"How are you here. Why are you here?" Will asked. A tear began to fall down his face. "I should get help?" He asked.
Will took a deep breathe. "I am helping myself. I'm fighting again. I'm doing it because I deserve to get punched every day. It's my fault you're gone, James. I'll never forgive myself." He said as he stared at a tree.
"Don't say her name! She left me. My world. She left me." Will said, falling to his knees. His cigarette fell to the ground.
"Go. Leave me alone. Just go." He said over and over and over again.
He laid there until the sun went down.
Chapter Four.
Anabeth Jones was a very attractive woman. She had honey blonde hair, though slightly greying, and emerald green eyes like her daughter. Anabeth had been with Jessica all day. She worried for her daughter's well being. She'd noticed the weight loss in her daughter's arms and legs. She also noticed the increasing belly bump. Though Jessica hadn't told anyone, Anabeth knew that her daughter was pregnant.
Jessica had tried to hide it from everyone, including Will. She just couldn't bear to put something else on him, especially with the troubles he was going through.
Anabeth eyed her daughter softly as she sat the groceries down on the table. She noticed the bags under Jessica's eyes. "How did you sleep last night, dear?" Anabeth asked. Jessica shrugged her shoulders weakly. "I couldn't. I need him, mom." Jessica replied.
Anabeth sighed. "I know. He needs to be here when his son, arrives. I know it's a boy. You're carrying low." She said sweetly. Jessica didn't speak for a moment. She hadn't planned on telling anyone for some time. "How did you.." Jessica started. Anabeth laughed. "I'm your mother. And mother's always know these things." Anabeth said as she started making her daughter a ham sandwich.
When Anabeth was done, she sat a ham sandwich in front of Jessica. Mrs. Feight inhaled the lunch. She was famished and eating for two. " Now. Please go get some rest. I'll be here all day." Anabeth said. Jessica nodded and headed to the bedroom.