109 Days: A Soldier's Love Story

Chapter 1: Gold Eyes

Day 1: 

I walked into my geometry class, dreading the fact that we still had a month of school left until I was free to a few days of summer before I left for the Air Force. Grabbing my calculator, I began to trudge to the back of the classroom where my seat was located.

"Hand me a calculator would ya?" I heard a voice direct toward me. I glared at the boy instinctively, mainly because everyone knew better than to talk to me like that. 

"If you know what's best for you, I wouldn't talk to me like that again," I snarled in his face and made my way to my desk. I heard a loud huff and the sound of feet walking to the front of the room, causing me to smirk. Sadly enough, the annoying figure was standing right beside my desk rather than at the calculator rack. 

"Why haven't I seen you here before?" His lazy smirk made me want to punch him in the face. 

"Probably because you never show up for class. Now leave me alone," I spit out at him, making sure he got the hint that I didn't like him one bit.

"Alright. See you after class then." He winked at me, walking back to his seat. The whole class was staring at me, but one hard glare made them all turn around as quick as they could move. 

I was already asleep thirty minutes into the class, at least I was until something hit me in the head. 

'I wanna get to know you.' The note read. I looked up to see the same stupid boy staring at me smirking. I flipped him off and proceeded with my nap. My 99 average in here came easily, since this class was basically meant for seventh graders, so I had nothing to worry about.

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I was rudely woken up by the sound of the obnoxious bell sounded throughout the small classroom. A groan escaped my lips as I scooped up my stuff and headed out the doors to my truck. Thankfully, geometry was my last class of the day so I didn't have to endure anymore hell until tomorrow.

Within a blink of an eye, I was pressed against my truck. My reflexes kicked in and I elbowed the person in the face and turned around, flipping them onto the ground.

"What the fu-. Why did you do that?" The same stupid boy from geometry groaned as he held his nose. 

"Never ever put me in a position that could be a potential threat. You're lucky I didn't kill you, cause I very easily could have." I rolled my eyes and started the engine. He had gotten back to his feet and stood there staring at me.

He leaned in real close to me, one arm on my truck and the other on my shoulder. Why is he even touching me? I haven't even talked to this boy until today.

"Wanna go eat somewhere and talk Gold?" he asked as he scratched the back of his head, keeping eye contact with me. I let out a long breath before deciding what I wanted to do. I honestly could do it if I wanted to. I live on my own, because.. well that doesn't matter.

"Let's just ride around. But we're taking your truck, not mine." I gave into him. I don't even know his name yet and I'm already agreeing to get in his truck, how stupid.  A smile went ear to ear across his face, causing me to roll my eyes. 

I took the key out of my truck, locked it, and followed him to his Dodge. Okay, I have to admit, it was pretty nice. I opened the door and hopped in, keeping a fair distance between us.

"My name is Sean Underwood, by the way." he mumbled as his truck roared to life. At least I know his name. I nodded my head, but kept silent. "You not gonna tell me yours?" he looked at me with a weird face. 

"Addilyn. But you can call me Addy or Ad or whatever," I said slowly, slightly scared to tell him my name.

"I'd prefer to call you Gold. What's your last name?" he began to reverse out of his parking space.

"Lambert. Addilyn Lambert. Why do you call me gold?" I glared at him.

"Your eyes are gold. Literally. I mean they're changing colors constantly but... there's this certain shade of gold sometimes and-" he stopped mid-sentence. 

"And what?" I questioned him.

"I don't know. It's just different I guess," he responded as we started going down random dirt roads. I sighed as I kept my right hand vaguely on my knife hidden in my pants leg, not knowing whether or not this was still a good or bad idea.

Sean never seemed to notice the nonmoving position of my hand as he threw dirt every which way down the paths. It was quiet most of the time, making me almost nervous.

"What's going through your head pretty girl?" Underwood smiled at me as he stopped in the middle of a beautiful field. I stared at this place, trying to remember where I had seen it before. That's when I had the flashback that caused my fourth panic attack-

"Go pose for me sweetie!" My mom's voice echoed in my head as I ran out giggling to make silly poses. 

I was 6 at the time. "Mommy take a picture! Take a picture!" I yelled 

"Calm down sweetie I am!" her beautiful voice distantly sounded in my head. It's almost like I could physically SEE this happening again.

"How do I look!" my high-pitched voice laughed loudly as I faked model poses I had seen people on tv do.

"You look beautiful darling," mom softly smiled for a minute before it dropped. 

"Mom what's wrong?" I turned around and saw a man with a gun. I backed away slowly until I bumped into mom's leg. 

"Get to the truck. NOW!" She yelled at me. I ran, terrified, to the truck and ducked beside it. 

"Get out of here! You know better than to come around us!" She yelled at the man. I knew who he was from pictures. She always told me to stay away from him if I saw him. I had to promise her I would. 

"Can I not come see my own daughter?" His evil laugh came out almost like in the movies. 

"Get out of here. I'll call the cops you dirty ole drunk!" she yelled at him, her voice straining. 

"Some things just never change," he smirked as he pulled the gun up at her. 

"No!" I yelled, but it was too late. He had pulled the trigger, leaving my mom laying on the field bloody, already dead. 

I pulled the gun from the glove department and pointed it at him before he looked at me, pulling the trigger just like my mom taught me to do when I was 5. I watched him fall to the ground just like her, except as soon as he did, I felt something inside me change. That's the day I became heartless.

"Addilyn!" I could barely hear Sean yelling, but it was too late. I had already darted out of the car and began running until everything in my body burned. I could feel the hot tears streaming down my face as I dodged every tree. I ran until I was barely breathing and just collapsed on the ground and tried to breathe right to prevent me from crying. I curled up in a ball and stayed that way until I felt an arm wrap around me. I knew who it was, so I didn't defend myself like I usually would have. I just broke down in his arms and cried for the first time since I was 6.