To all the soliders out there fighting for our freedom....
Chapter 1:
I crept down the stairs trying hard to elimate the creeking noise that came. It was impossible to sleep, no I was tired but through the shouting and crying, dreams just seemed to slip out of grasp. It was all a blur to me, nobody ever wanted to talk about it. But every time I would try to bring it up, the tension seemed to rise. I clutched the step and leaned in trying to hear as much as possible. I only got a few words but it was enough .
"He can't."
"Tommorow."
"2 years."
I turned and darted upstairs not caring who could hear. He promised. He lied. I buried my face into my pillow and let the tears flow out. The door gently opened, I sat still not making a noise, the light hiccups gave me away though.
"I know you heard-"
"What are you talking about," I lied and rubbed my eyes as if I just woke up. He sat up and turned to leave. He always did this when things got quiet he would leave. "You lied, I hate you for lieing and I hate you for always bailing out." I reget saying that. I looked up at his face with protrayed an expression of both anger and sham.
"Is that what you think?! I did this for the family to get us off the street, this provides the food on the table and the house over our head."
"So packing up and leaving your family is fine, mom is already working all night." I looked right into his face and saw the pain that was placed there.
"If it keeps our country free and gives us a paycheck that helps from keeping the bank from breathing down our checks then yes. You know I don't want to leave but I have to and thats the end to it." He seemed to whisper the last part. "I love you," he turned and walked out the door and left me alone.
