Letters To Airman DeMarco

Chapter Fourteen Romantic Getaways

~~~~February~~~~

Dear Killian,

    I got your letter. I really thought having some answers about her would help, but it hasn't. I guess I thought maybe she'd be Grace Kelly reincarnate and then I could understand why you did it. I don't understand. I get not wanting to be alone. It's the hiding it part I can't understand. I think maybe it's best that we don't write or communicate for a little while. I need time to think. Without you send letters. Please take care of yourself over there.

- Rory

~~~~End of May~~~~

    Nine months drug by. I swear it went by faster last time. I also had Rory last time. Apparently now Herrera has her. She's coming up today to spend a week over in the Outer Banks with him. Just friends my ass. Nick says I'm being a bitch, but he calls me one every other day so what's it matter. According to him, Herrera hates me enough that if there was anything going on between the two he'd rub it in my face every day.
    Maybe I should just take Rory's silence as an answer and move on. I wish I could. Unfortunately I'm stuck sitting here hoping and praying that the girl I love will give me another chance. I really hate Herrera. I'd punch him in his stupid face if I didn't know for absolute certain he'd murder me.
    Out of no where a torrent of hoots and howls could be heard in the barracks. I stuck my head out of my room to tell the guys to knock it off but the words died in my throats. There was Rory, MY Rory, being seeing around in Herrera's arms. I think I'm going to be sick. Move Dammit! Go back to your bunk. Close the door before someone sees you starting at her like a stalker! But no matter how much I yelled at myself, my feet refused to listen. So there I was still halfway out of my door with my mouth hanging open when Herrera sat her back on the ground. Our eyes locked the second she looked up. It was then that my traitorous body decided to move and I made the situation 1000% more awkward by literally running back into my room.
    A few minutes later soft knocks sounded at my door. Stealing myself I slowly opened the door.

"Hi."

"Hey."

"I just thought I'd come say hello before we headed out for the week."

It was then that I lost all my damn sense. That's the only explanation I have for the words that fell out of my mouth.

"Really Rory? Say hello? Because I've been waiting months now for you to say anything and ain't heard shit. Now you show up headed off on a romantic getaway with Herrera and you think now is a good time for a hello? I don't need your pity. You can't move past my fuck up? Fine. I can't make you forgive me, but I'm done begging.  Clearly you have plenty of time for the people you think matter."

"It's not like that Killian."

"The fuck it ain't."

    With that I slammed the door and collapsed against it. What did I just do?

~~~~Rory's POV~~~~

    Coming here was a mistake. Hell, he was the main reason I came up here. I wanted to see him. I thought in person would be better than a freaking letter. Clearly I was wrong.
    Stealing myself, I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin, and pasted a smile on my face.

"You ready Herrera?"

"Almost hermosa. Why don't you go on down and take this bag with you? I'll round up the rest of my junk and meet you at the car."

"Sounds good. See you in a few."

~~~~Knock, Knock, Knock~~~~

"Open the door douche face. I know you're in there. Don't make me tear it off the hinges."

"What the hell do you want Herrera? Ain't your girlfriend waiting on you?"

"You know DeMarco, you're a real piece of fucking work. There's nothing going on between Rory and I. She's got the wrong equipment for me. I don't know what she sees in you, but maybe that little display will finally show her what a piece of shit you are and the girl can move on."

"I have to see her. I've got to fix this."

"Try to leave this room before we're gone and I'll break your face. She won't be able to save you this time."

    With that Herrera walked out of my room. I might have just destroyed my last chance being jealous over a guy who doesn't even like girls. What is wrong with me?!

~~~~Rory's POV~~~~

"Ready to get the hell out of here hermosa?"

"Sitting on go big guy."

    We made the drive in silence and I was thankful that Carlos wasn't pushing me to talk. I didn't have it in me. After we made it to our condo, we unpacked and Carlos poured us both a glass of wine which we carried out to the deck.

"Tell anyone I supplied a minor with alcohol and I'll call you a liar."

"Never. Thank you by the way. I need it after today."

"I figured as much. Want to talk about it?"

"Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know. I don't even know where to start."

"Anywhere will work."

"He basically accused me of hooking up with you. Apparently I'm the problem because I can't forgive him. But I did forgive him. That's the whole reason I knocked on the door. He didn't let me even get a word in. He just blew up. I don't know what to do."

"I mean I know what to do, but for some reason you won't let me bear the shit out of him."

"You're not getting in trouble because I have bad taste in guys."

"It'd be worth it."

"Not to me."

    Thankfully the rest of the week went by uneventful. It was nice to just relax in the sand with Carlos. I felt better about life by the end of the week and was looking forward to August when Carlos would be coming down to help me move into our place off campus at Mississippi State University. I had convinced him to enroll in college so he hadn't renewed when his contract ended in July. He wasn't super excited to be going to college at 28, but I was super excited to be rooming with my two best friends in the world. I had successfully managed to convince Steph to come with us to MSU. Her parents had originally been a hard sell because they were Alabama Alumni and had these big dreams of her going as well. They let those dreams go when Steph told them it was either MSU or Auburn because Alabama didn't have the degree she wanted. Apparently out of state was better than attending their rival college.