Mine only

Chapter 10 - Hidden

Enzo's POV

It's been months since I've talked to her. A couple of months back, the enemy's destroyed our post office in the middle of a bombing and completely cut us off from the rest of the world. Cut me off from the world. My world. Alyssa. I wanted her. I needed her. I wanted to read her messy handwriting and her little sticker at the top of the page. I wanted her lipstick mark on the paper I read. All I wanted right now was to fall onto her, knowing her presence would take away any and every pain I'm feeling.

I also feared that she wasn't safe. What if she was hurt? What if her stalker got o her? What if she couldn't escape? I missed her more than light. More than water and food. She was the reason I've survived so far. The pure hope that when I manage to get back to her, she'll be waiting with her arms open for me.

Two years was a long time. I was convinced Alyssa had given up on me. And I was surprised I haven't been killed yet. Other than gaining some mighty scars on my body, I was fine. The new cadets worked on helping to rebuild the post office since it also helped us communicate with the rest of the world, not just send letters. We could use phones to call home. To our headquarters and base, and we needed it.

After months, it was built, and I was first in line to pick up that phone. It rang. And rang. And rang.

"Hello?" Lizzy's voice on the other end was confused and questioning.
"Lizzy...?" My voice was weak but grateful for the fact she answered.
"Enzo? Wait?...No way! Enzo?!?!" She sounded surprised, and I realised that everyone thought I was dead. Maybe even Alyssa.
"Is she there? Is she okay?" She went silent. What the fuck happened? Did she get hurt?
"Enzo, what I'm about to say is heavy, so listen... Don't call her. Let her think you're dead. Please." Her voice was desperate, and I knew something was off. Did she move on?
"His name is Aaron. And he's helped her completely move on. Don't take that from her. She looks so happy finally after two years of crying and depression and suffering."

My heart dropped. What? Aaron...Aaron. Aaron. Aaron. Aaron. Aaron. Aaron. Aaron. Aaron. Aaron. Aaron. Aaron.
Who is he? He better not have touched my Alyssa. I'd kill him in the worst ways possible.
"You can't expect me to do that. Are you crazy? You know how I am about her. Tell her I'm safe and sound, or I swear to go god Lizzy."
"Fine. Be selfish then." She hung up the phone.

Fuck.

I let out a deed sigh and left towards our camps. Everyone was celebrating the rebuilt of our post office. They actually decided to name it communication centre now. I got back and sat on a stool, surrounded and crowded by soldiers drinking and singing happy songs. They were all cheerful. People asked if I was okay, but no one understood. Alex was one of the only was here that did, and he got released to go home because of his recent injury. He went into a shock on the battlefield and didn't move for days. He had to go home. He couldn't handle it. I took out the small picture of Alyssa I had in my pocket. And I went back to my tent, retrieving the photos she sent me I the letter of her in only a pair of lingerie.

I stared at the picture, getting more and more aroused by each minute. I imagined what we'd do if she was here, and I felt myself get more and more hard in my trousers.

Fuck it.

I laid down in my tent, unbuckling my trousers and taking out my throbbig dick. I stared at the pictures of her naked and posing as I slowly began to stroke myself, letting out shaky breaths. I have only jerked off about 4 times in the course of the two years, and it was catching up to me. I let out a low moan as I imagined her and her pretty curvy body in front of me, and my eyes were foggy with pleasure as I continued to speed up as I threw my head back. I pretend it is her, jumping up and down on me though I knew it wasn't. And I felt myself get closer and closer to my climax.

"Ugh, Alyssa." I came with a loud groan, my cum coating my thighs and my stomach. I didn't feel pleased, though. I wanted Alyssa. I wanted to make love to her. Not my fucking hands. I felt so pathetic. I missed her. Too much. And I thought about how she was probably happy somewhere with that Aaron guy, and my blood boiled. I decided to ignore it and went to bed.

My mattress was thin and uncomfortable. I laid listening to soft breeze outside and soldiers still dancing and singing. There were soft gunshots from the battlefield, but our camp was hidden far from there. I knew it was covered by soldiers, but I still couldn't sleep. My thoughts were ruled by Alyssa and her stupid fucking boyfriend, Aaron. Who names their kid Aaron. What the fuck. I bet he was ugly.

I managed to close my eyes a little after midnight and sleep till 4:30. I got up and went to the bathroom, which was one big area all together, including showers, toilets, and sinks. I brushed my teeth and shaved, not wanting to let myself go too much. I didn't want to look like a caveman. Then grabbed breakfast, which was boring porridge as always. I missed it when Alyssa cooked for me. I missed her. Her scent. Everything. God, I felt myself get hard again as I tried to think of something else.

I wondered whether Lizzy would even tell Alyssa. She would, right? I then wondered how Alyssa would react. Would she be mad? Happy? Angry at me? Sad? I hoped she'd be happy. I'd hoped she'd jump into my arms and kiss me deep like she did before. She'd always say, "Kiss me like you mean it." And we'd make out rough.

God, I can't stop thinking of her. Maybe in a couple of days I'll call her. Who knows, maybe she'll be happy. Maybe she'll hate me and never wanna speak to me for abandoning her like that.