Warrior

Chapter 25: 14 Years Unspoken

My sleep was interrupted by Pop knocking on my door, urging me to come out. I got up and stood at my door way, looking at the TV. They were talking about the tank. They were showing and interview with Branford.

"Tommy did you-" Pop cut himself off, I went to my room and grabbed a long sleeve shirt. "Tommy, where ya goin'?" He asked as I was leaving. "Taking a walk" I say walking out of the hotel room. I was angry that they showed that on television. It wont be long before the military found out where I was. It won't be long before the world knows who I am.

I walked out of the hotel a took a long stroll around the city. I began to think about that day when I saved all of those people. The amount of people I lost as well. I lost my brothers. I lost people I cared about and would take a bullet for. Their faces when they took their last breathe would haunt my mind forever. They were gone. Manny was gone.

The one person I couldn't let die was Naomi. I was not going to let her die in thay tank. She had to come back. She had to stay alive. I couldn't let those people die when I had already lost everyone else.

I was so angry at myself for no being able to help all those people. Not being able to help Ma, or my sister. The only person I could help now was Pilar. I was determined to win that money for her and Manny's kids. That was crucial.

I began walking on the beach, listening to the water crash against each other. The smell of ocean was strong. It was peaceful. I saw another person in the distance walking towards me. I couldn't tell who it was until I got closer. It was Brendan. The anger in me just grew when I saw his face. I knew he would try to talk to me. I wasn't ready. I knew he'd want to know what happened with Ma. I didn't need this shit. Not right now. I needed to focus.