109 Days: A Soldier's Love Story

Chapter 4: Nevada

Day 19:

I woke up while it was still dark outside. The clock said it was 3:47. My eyes adjusted to the dark as I saw Sean. He was obviously peaceful in his sleep, making me scoot closer to him. Maybe I won't go back to sleep with my nightmare if he's holding me tight.

"Goldie?" He whispered just as I almost fell back asleep. "You awake?"

"Yeah," I whispered so quiet I barely heard myself. His grip tightened around me and I fell asleep instantly.

*six hours later*

"Wake up, I'm hungry," I heard Sean grumble quietly.

"Go get some cereal dumb*ss" I groaned as I shoved my face in a pillow. He chuckled slightly.

"No. I wanna eat your homemade breakfast again, because that was the best stuff I've ever tasted!" His voice got louder.

"Oh my gosh. Shut up!" I yelled and pulled the pillow above my head.

"Up!" he laughed as he picked me up and twirled me around the room.

"I WILL THROW UP ON YOU ON PURPOSE!" I yelled, laughing despite the fact I was ill for being woken up so rudely.

He snickered and let me down, letting me fall (literally) into his arms because I couldn't keep my balance.

"I can see myself loving you," he whispered quietly. I stiffened and froze.

"I didn't mean to say that out loud, please don't shut down," he rushed out.

I didn't know how to respond, I mean, I've never even let a guy in, much less let one love me.

"I'll go cook breakfast," I rushed off without giving him time to reply.

(three hours later)

The targets moved fiercely around me, keeping my senses high on alert. I let out a deep drawn in breath and began throwing the sharp knives directly at each and every one, hitting the hearts. Each target fell, leaving new ones to appear from nowhere all around me.

Once all of the targets were on the ground, I went and retrieved all of my knives. Sean went to the store to pick up some things, then went to hang out with some of his friends, so I was left on my own to train like I had become so use to.

Shadows began moving all around me as I walked in from the woods, causing me to instinctively move into my fighting position. I kept my eyes darting around the woods nonstop to make sure no one could sneak up on me.

"Looks like we found her," a very ugly, conniving man came out behind a tree.

"Looks like we did," another one stepped from behind me. One by one more men came out until there were at least twelve or so.

"Who do you work for?" my voice was dangerous, more dangerous than it had ever been.

"We use to work for your dad. We've been trying to find you for a long time darling." The first man stepped closer to me.

"You didn't look too hard. I never moved houses." I sarcastically informed the man. His smile dropped, then reappeared after a few minutes.

"Maybe we won't kill you, maybe we'll have some fun with that pretty little body of yours first," his face grew dark. I grabbed one of my knives and launched it at a man to my right, killing him, without even looking at him. I had trained myself to work on peripheral vision throws for situations such as this.

"Try me," I snarled at him, daring him to get closer.

As his foot moved toward me, I launched another deadly throw at a man to my left and cocked my brow. I saw doubt enter his eyes, but he hid it quickly.

I heard noise from behind me so I turned around swiftly and killed the man advancing toward me with one smooth throw, quickly turning around to the first man that had come out of the treeline.

"Three down, nine to go," I smirked, knowing deep down I wouldn't win this fight. He came at me in lightening speed, along with all the others. I flung at least five knives, killing four more men. Five more to go. I tried as hard as I could to keep my adrenaline form kicking in, but I knew that wouldn't last much longer.

I easily threw three more knives, killing three men, but I had run out and had just my bare hands to deal with the last two. Both were in front of me, so I took my best shot. I ran.

I dodged trees with ease, making my way to my house to get into my armory. I barely had enough time to enter my keypad to get into the house and shut the door before they caught up with me. I dashed to the room and grabbed a pistol with a full clip, and put another one in my boot. Once I exited the armory, I saw the two men at the door trying to guess the code.

I flung open the door and kept my pistol at the main leader of the two.

"Go!" I yelled loudly, but he just laughed. I moved my gun to the other man and killed him.

"Now," I dangerously whispered giving him one last chance. He just simply laughed.

"I'm imagining what you look like undressed in my bed right no-" He started before I sent a bullet between his eyes. I began shaking and hit the ground crying as hard as I had the day my mom died.

I just murdered 12 more men.

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"Goldie? Goldie? Addilyn!" I heard Sean's voice get louder and closer. I couldn't move to look at him, I just sat there staring at the wall. I felt myself being shaken.

"Oh god, what happened?" I heard his voice again. I was nearly lifeless. I couldn't move or see or anything.

He pulled me close to him and rocked me back and forth, keeping a steady pace with it. He spoke gently to me as I came slightly to life again.

"Please tell me what happened," he whispered again, but rather than answering him, I pulled him into the woods where ten of the men lay dead.

His face went pale. I could tell he was mentally freaking out about the dead bodies all around him. I began retrieving each of my knives from the bodies and piled them on top of each other. Once they were all in a pile, I set them all on fire, pouring gasoline all over them.

"Are you gonna talk or just stand there?" I sat quietly watching the bodies burn in front of me, half lifeless myself.

"You did this?" He whispered, hands running through his hair.

"They came after me. Of course I did this. I wasn't going to just die," I mumbled under my breath at him.

"How? There are ten men here, and two at your house. How.. How did you just kill twelve men by yourself? What are you?" he stared at me as if he were thinking hard about something.

"I trained myself mostly," I sighed, "but my grandfather taught me the academics behind this. It was something I grew up doing after -" I stopped for a moment before I could finish my sentence.

"After what?"

"After my dad killed my mom and I killed my dad- I just- after that I was taught every form of fighting or self defense there was. His men have been after me since. I don't know what he got himself into, but I don't think I want to know either."

He just nodded and we sat in silence until all the bodies had burned up completely.

After about four hours of waiting, we finally put out the ashes of the fire and walked back to my house. I had called for the other two bodies to be taken care of before we had gone to take care of the other ten, so I didn't have to worry about that mess on my doorstep.

"How is it already dark?" he laughed as he pulled me into his lap. I just chuckled and got comfortable before he turned the tv on. I was numb from killing the men. I honestly don't feel anything from it, I never have. I'm just not sure if that's a blessing or a curse anymore.