Like a fucking lab rat. That’s what I am. A fucking pest that they can toy with, tease, and torture. I lie on the air mattress in silence, hoping if I’m quiet enough they’ll forget I’m here. I’m cold and start to shiver. I want to get dressed, but I have no clothes. I look up at the bed and consi...
If I had the slightest clue as to what's running around Noah's mind, I might be able to set my own straight. There are lines drawn between us. Some are mine, some are his, and some overlap and circle around us because of our relationship with Cooper. One thing is for sure, where the lines were sh...
I feel like they're going to take one look at me and decide I'm some sort of floozy that’s not good enough for their son. Unconsciously my hand rests on my belly as I search my closet for something to wear. I'm not showing at all, but my clothes are starting to pull just a bit around my waist. It...
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Is it wrong that I don't want to go back? Allie accused me of running away when things get tough. Is that what I'm doing? Running from the ghosts haunting me back in Afghanistan? If I reenlist, I'm going to get sent back eventually, because this bullshit isn't ending anyti...