Hostile

Chapter 19. 2 years later

Once we got home I asked Claire to marry me. She said yes and we planned the wedding on April 16,1947. We have 4 kids,  2 boys and 2 girls. The boys names are Aiden and Josiah. I named Aiden after my best friend in the war obviously.

Aiden is almost 4 years old and has brown hair and brown eyes, Josiah is 8 months old and has dark brown hair and brown eyes. He can be a handful most of the time be overall he's a great kid.

Next there's Jennifer and Liamani, they're both adopted but it didn't take long for them to feel at home 'cause the boys welcomed them with open arms.

Jennifer is 9 years old and has blond hair, blue eyes and a silver necklace. Liamani-Lia for short, is 13 years old and has brown hair and brown eyes and has cute glasses.

I was in my room and I was going through some old stuff I threw in a box when I got home from the war. And I found a letter, with bloody finger prints on it.

It was faint but I remembered that a dying soldier gave me that letter. I opened it, but didn't read it. I scimmed threw it and found his address.

Claire Walked in and asked, "what are you doing babe?" my back was facing towards her, so I turned around and said, "I need to deliver this letter," as I held it up in the air. "I'll be back." I kissed her, spead walked out of the room, slipped my shoes on and left the building.

I slipped the letter into my right pocket an started the car.

I've been driving for about an hour now as I come across Cannion Rd. I come into a small neighborhood and I mumbled the address while looking back and forth from the letter to the addresses on both sides of the street.

As I saw that it was a mach, I pulled into the driveway and walked up to the door.

I knocked 3 times and as soon as the door opened I had nothing planned to say.

I cleared my throat and began to speak, "hey, uh is this..." I trailed off and opened the letter a little bit, reaveling his name at the bottom of the page then continued, "are you Fredrick's parents?" They already knew what happened by the look on my face and broke down in tears.

A girl no older than 8 or 9 came running down the the stairs screaming, "mommy, Daddy is Fredrick home?!"

They didn't know that he had died? It's been 2 years. I thought to myself

"Let me have the letter," said the father. "Yes, sir," I replied, handing him the letter. He looked at me with watering eyes and asked, "would you like to come in?"

"Yes, thank you, sir." It would have been rude to say no, so I stepped inside. There were old paintings of random shit, and photos of the whole family together all over the walls. "By the way, you can call me, Greg."

I nodded looking him directly in the eyes and took less than 4 steps when the girl came up to me and hugged me thinking that I was Fredrick. 

"Chrissy! I'm terribly sorry, she's only known Fredrick for a couple of years and hasn't seen him for 6, so she thought you were him. "

"It's fine ma'am, no need to apologize." She nodded then asked, "how long have you two been friends?" I lied and said,"since bootcamp ma'am."

"Please call me Stephanie, and how long were you guys in bootcamp?" I lied once more and and replied with, "about 9 weeks." her eyes widened and said with astonishment, "wow, so you guys were friends since the beginning?!"

"Can you tell me how he died?" Asked Chrissy. The house goes silent and I brake it by saying, "look, Chrissy it's not really a story you should hear."

"Why not? Mom tell him I'm old enough!"

"Chrissy, all you need to know is that he died in my fucking arms!"

"Well at least you got to be next to him when he fucking died, as his family sat around anxiously for his return only to be disappointed of you showing up at our damn doorstep!"

I sighed and said, "I really should be going. And by the way, Chrissy, Fredrick was like a brother to me."

I know I said I was done with the lies but I couldn't help myself I was caught up in the moment.

"Just leave and never return!" spat Chrissy in an angry and disgrunted tone. "Someone needs a nap." I said in a playful tone as I walked by her. "Shut the hell up!" She yelled, running up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door shut.

"Are you just going to let her cuss like that?" I asked Stephanie. "She's been going through a lot I'll let it slide this one time." she replied. I nodded and walked out the door.

As I pulled up my driveway I saw another car that wasn't there when I left. But as I opened the door to my house, Jerry came running out of nowhere and hugged me so tight that my bones nearly popped. Claire giggled and as I thought it couldn't get any better than that, Rose came up behind Jerry holding a baby in a blankit. "Her name's Historia," said Rose. "It's a girl? Jerry wanted a boy, what a shame." I said playfully. Jerry laughed and so did Rose. I'm just sad that not every body can have what we have, a family all together and happy.

A/N

This is the final chapter of my book, hope you enjoyed it.