My Marine

I always had hope he would stay. I prayed and prayed he would, to no avail. I never lost hope even when he went if to boot camp for three months... I kept believing there was a chance until he was deployed. He wasn't even "mine" officially, we were dating for a little over three years now and I knew I wanted to be with him forever and that's how he said he felt about me. I love him so much, but protecting him was out of my hands now... I had a lot of miserable waiting ahead of me...

Chapter one:

I hid a tear as I waved him one last goodbye as he stepped on the plane. As his body disappeared inside I all but ran back to my car and once inside I completely lost it. I began to cry harder then I ever had, I may never see the love of my life ever again. As I slowly but surely collected myself I realized how thankful I was that I had come here alone. None of Robert's family had come to see him off and I didn't want mine there. I didn't want anyone's pity for being here alone, I was strong, I would be fine until he came home. Robert had to come home, he had promised me over and over again that he would; he never broke a promise.

I walked into my house after the long drive home from the airport, my mom was there waiting arms wide for a big hug. I hugged her quickly though, and went up to my room; I wanted to be alone. I sat on my bed just staring at Robert's picture, I didn't realize how late it was until I looked out my window and it was dark, my clock read 11:30. "Seven hours..." I muttered to myself, "only a billion more." Checking my phone, I saw I had about thirty messages I looked through them and saw about fifteen of them were from Brian, who was my best friend, well apart from Robert. He knew everything about me and we had grown up together and I was ready for that long hug.

My parents were asleep so I snuck out the door and called Brian to come pick me up. When he arrived at my house and walked over to me I gave him a hug almost as big as the one I gave Robert and lost it for the second time that day. An hour must have gone by and Brian and I just kinda stood there me crying on his shoulder, him hugging me. I sniffled a little bit and half-heartedly smiled at him, "Sorry about that,"

Brian chuckled. "Hey I'll always be here for you lil' sis, even if you get snot and tears all over my shirt," he replied with a wink. I shoved his shoulder and we both climbed into his car. "Where to?" He asked looking at me.

I thought for a moment before climbing back out of his car and running back into my house shouting behind me, "Be right back!"

Once inside my house, I ran into my room and grabbed a bag. I threw in a few outfits and grabbed a jacket, I rooted under my bed for the box I had hidden under there when I felt my hand close around it. After pulling it out I opened it and pulled out the money inside. There must have been over a thousand dollars in there. I had been keeping it for an emergency, well I needed to get out of town and this would do it, for a little while anyways. I shoved the money in a side pocket in the bag and scribbled down a note to my parents saying I'd be back in a week or so and that I'd call them tomorrow. I ran outside after about fifteen minutes of hectic packing and threw my stuff in the back of Brian's car before hopping in myself.

He looked at me, dumbfounded, "What the hell?"

"We're going to your house and you're going to pack a bag for a week," I said sternly.

"Until, you tell my what the hell is going on we aren't going anywhere," he replied in the no-nonsense kinda way my dad did.

"We are going on an adventure," I said with a laugh, "unless you're afraid of Karen." I giggled at his face when I mentioned his stalker ex who had it out for him and I, because apparently it was my fault they broke up.

"Alright," Brian said, "let's go on an adventure."