Aquiver (Original)

Codes & -wait a minute what?

Becker heard the bedroom door open. He looked up and saw Isabella walk in. She was in one of his t shirts, which was way too big for her, and black undies.

"Hey," she said softly. She went over to him and laid down next to him. "What's the journal say?"

"Stuff I never thought I'd ever see Julie be able to form into words...our relationship, before I left, and before the abuse, used to be wonderful...but then it began with the hurtful words and harsh criticism beyond the constructive form of it. Look..." He said. He showed her a page of the journal.

August 11th, 2015
I actually did it. I can't believe myself. I actually hit him. He brought it on himself though! But...he also didn't. Why does the other side always come out when he's near?

"Hold up..." Isabella interrupted. "Sorry. I have a question. Does Julie have a mental illness? Cause from what I've heard from you all and then what I'm reading, things don't really add up too well..."

Becker looked at her and shrugged. "If she did, she never told me about it," he replied.

"Okay," she whispered. She kept reading on and she got even more curious. "You have your journal, right?"

Becker nodded.

"Are you okay if I look through it?"

He nodded again and got up. He got the journal out of his backpack and handed it to her.

Isabella took both journals and laid them side by side. "You started this a few days before you met Julie, yeah?" She asked.

"Mhm. It still has many empty pages in it. Hers is completely filled."

"Okay. That doesn't matter," she replied. She began analyzing each journal, looking for similarities. "I feel like she's trying to tell you something..like how you wrote code for Alex and the others on this page. Maybe she wrote a code for you..."

Becker raised an eyebrow. "You aren't serious, are you?" He asked.

Isabella looked at him and smirked. "Something you don't know about me...I used to work for the FBI cracking handwritten or typed up codes. I was the best in my division."

Becker just looked at her, completely speechless. "No way..." He said. "That's amazing."

"Isn't it?" She giggled. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Actually...I'm gonna do this tomorrow cause it's...what...2AM?" She asked.

Becker looked over at the clock and nodded. "Yes ma'am," he replied. He kissed her cheek and watched her put both journals on the nightstand next to her.

Isabella smiled softly and gently kissed Becker. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered.

"Aww. Thank you, lovely. I have another question," he said.

"Fire away."

"Could you have saved yourself in that sniper situation?"

Isabella smirked. "Yes. I just wanted to see what you were capable of, considering your military background."

Becker grinned and kissed her again. "You're so weird, you know that? But I love you so much more because of it."

"Well thank you, mister!" She replied smirking. She kissed his nose and snuggled into him, burying her face into his chest. "Night Becker."

"Night, Bella," he replied. He ran his fingers through her hair, turned the lamp light off, and slowly drifted off to sleep.