Taken

• You're Hiding Something •

Aysia POV
I woke up to the arms of Trey being around my waist and his head on my arm . I smiled at him just for one moment he's a wild sleeper and he cuddles anything . We didn't nothing like that last night I just simply to a shower and through on some pjs . Then Trey slept on the other side and moved closer to me durning the night . I had to pee but Trey's grip was so tight I couldn't move . "Trey ". He moaned a little and held me tightly . "Trey " , I shook his head off my arm and a trail of drool came off with it " Boy if you don't wake up ". He opened one eye then the other and leaped up " Sorry ". I shook my head then walked to the bathroom . I used the bathroom then brushed my teeth and wiped Trey's Saliva from my arm . I walked out and Trey was rushing in . I heard Two phones ring one was an iPhone 6 the other was a flip phone . Trey yelled from the toilet " Can you answer that Aysia " ! I responded " Yeah sure ". It was a government looking number so I just slid the phone under the door . I heard Trey talking he was using Sir and some other big words professionally . I went back to the bed when I heard him walk out . He looked disappointed . " Its your job "? He shook his head " no but I have to call them now ". I looked at him " what happened "? " I'm going back to the base ". I was confused " What "? He sighed " I was recruited back into the military ". I looked at him in awe " I didn't know you were the man helping America "! I stared at him a little. " How long ". He shook his head " I don't know I haven't been there in 3 years and I'm only called for serious issues ". I rubbed his back while he put his face in his hands . He lifted one pants leg and revealed a deep dark scar . " last time I almost lost my leg ". He muttered in his palm . " When do you have to leave "? I asked worriedly . He sighed " tomorrow morning ". He went back into the bathroom . " Maybe we could go to Santa Monica Pier "! He came out dressed " Yeah ". I started to get my clothing ready . Trey was sitting on the bed and pulled me into his lap . " Hey , pray for me while I'm gone...okay "? i nodded " i'll miss you Trey ". He went to go change into something more beachy. When he came back out he wore an white polo and tan cargo shorts with some sandals . I'm pretty sure he wore his swim trunks underneath . Trey left downstairs putting the his bags in the car . After my shower , I decided to wear a yellow bikini , black cover up and some sandals . I grabbed my purse and traveling bags and left out.
In the car there was Trey listening to his oldies again.

Not that I had a problem but that's basically what he always listens to and when you hear " Not just knee deep " or " Don't disturb this groove " all the time it gets annoying . He smiled then it disappeared when I hopped in " What's wrong Trey"? He shook his head " Nothing , I'm just going to miss your beautiful smile ". I awed then quickly changed the subject " Can I change the music to my aux cord "? He nodded. I put on the song "Came to do " by Chris Brown and Trey immediately stopped it . "Are you seriously listening to a man that beat his girlfriend ".. I responded " it wasn't like he hit first ". He laughed ️okay Aysia find something else . I then turned on " post to be by Omarion feat. C.breezy and Jhene Aiko , because I still like him no matter what .

When we made it to the pier we went to the beach first . We walked along the shore and talked about after his mission what he was going to do . Then he said it "after I get out I'll probably have to leave again in 3 years ". I realized if we were together it'd be impossible . It's like not having a father in a home and every child needs their father . We sat down on the Sand and continued talking " So when did you join the military ? " Five years ago ". I nodded my head then grabbed his hand . "Do you get scared of you know .. Dying "? He shook his head " no I don't fear of dying ..if its my time God took me home ". I turned away " when do you think you'll be back "? "Last time I came back it was two years , it all depends on the mission ". He looked at me and I continued " what was your job before you went to the military "? He responded " I'm still a LAPD detective ". "So they let you go "? "I'm on call so I'm free most of the time ".. He paused " write me "? I looked at him puzzled. He spoke again " write me letters "? I nodded " of course ".

After our talk we headed up to the pier .