After everything Jay and Riley have gone through, will the war be the one thing to take away their safe place?
They thought they had it all figured out but as live goes on, they meet new obstacles and have to find new way to fight for each other.
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Jay hid behind a wall, catching his breath as he tightened his grip on his long gun. He could feel the sweat dripping down his forehead - but he didn't have time to wipe it off before shots erupted all around him. He shook his head, inhaled deeply before moving around the wall. Jay pointed his gun ahead of his - where the shots were coming from - and pressed his finger on the trigger.
There were many sounds around him and if he wasn't so concentrated on the task at hand - he'd definitely be overwhelmed by the noises. Men were yelling all around, either catching a bullet or signalling to their fellow soldiers the arrival of an enemy. There was also the sound of blood spurting everyone or skin ripping from different injuries. The taunting sound of footsteps on the ground all around him or the sounds of guns rubbing against clothing. The sounds of bombs exploding around them, making his ears ring for hours on end.
The sounds were overwhelming but the sights might have been worse. He could see the bullets -his bullets- piercing through his enemies skin, he could see them dropping to the ground, yelling out in agony. Jay could see the blood everywhere, the soldiers lying on the ground - lifeless - and some even trying to hide out of fear.
No matter how scary or how ugly things got - Jay never hid. He was always the first one out ready to fight it all. He was the first one feeling the ground shaking underneath his feet from the bombings and he was the first one who had to shoot. He didn't like it - not at all, but he had to do it if he wanted to come home. The one thing that did scare him was death. On his first tour, he wasn't scared of it because he didn't have much to loose. The fear came this time around because he had a whole family to come to.
Jay ran in the empty and dark hallways, trying to find his way back out to head to a safe place. He crossed a doorway, the door being off the hinges and thrown on the other side of the room. The lights suddenly opened and a figure came at him, the sight startling him. He brought his gun up and shot directly at the person in front of him.
Once the adrenaline died down a little, his eyes fell on the body in front of him and his heart dropped. There was a pool of blood underneath the body, coming from the through and through bullet hole he shot into it. His eyes ran over the body time and time again - something he never did. It took him a few seconds to register the face in front of him.
As soon as he did, Jay dropped to his knees while a cut off cry left his lips. "No, no, no, no." Jay grabbed the woman in his arms, realizing that it wasn't just any woman - it was his wife. His pregnant wife. "Riley, no. Come back, baby, come back."
He tried to shake her awake, squeeze her into his arms and kiss her in hopes that she'd magically wake up. But she never did. Jay sat there, with her lifeless body in his arms while tears rolled down his cheeks incessantly. He just killed her, he killed his wife and their baby.
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"And that's usually when I wake up." Jay admitted, leaning back into the couch.
The woman in front of him nodded, calmly looking between him and her notepad. "That's good, Jay." She paused, putting her notepad aside so she could lean forward with her elbows on her knees. "But you've told me this every time you come in here." She offered a small smile, trying to be reassuring.
