Dangerous Love

Chapter 1: .--. .. .-.. --- - (Pilot)

BOOM!! I will never forget that moment, everything was so chaotic but so quiet. Though the noise was terrifying, it was not because I hadn't gotten used to it... I had. It was because I was scared that the guy I was holding on my shoulder would die from it. In the army it is scary because you never know if where you are standing is going to explode or not. Never know if you are going to go home safe, or not go home at all.

Being in the army is tough, but most assume that. Our motto, whether you believe and pursue in it or not is, "never leave a man behind!" I know that sounds cliche, but I surely go by this. The others say I'm crazy for putting my life on the line all the time just to save a person, or people that I don't even know. It comes with me like a type of instinct that I cannot go against even if I wanted to. Even though I tend to save people, the guy that I saved that day, I saved him for a reason. At the time reasons I did not know what for? If it wasn't for my helmet falling off, which might I add, was tightly clamped to my head making me turn around... I wouldn't have even seen him passed out on the ground. I ran over, lifted him to my shoulder, then seconds after I stepped a foot away, the place where the man was passed out came up in an explosion! I'll also never forget that miraculously, the only damage I got was bleeding ears and a concussion. If I had not had seen that guy, he would have died.

After finding help, the guy and I were taken our separate ways. I was the hero of the week again. I don't necessarily try to be a hero, some guys think I just do it for popularity. When really, I just do it, it just happens that way every single time. I honestly believe they were just angered and jealous because I seemed to always be the big hero. Anyways, most of the troop was finally sent home. I was so happy to get out of there, we have all been away for way too long! I couldn't even keep count! When I got to my airport in California, I was expecting to have no one there considering the fact that my mom was now in a wheelchair. I was pleasantly surprised because my sister and mother sent a taxi for me. I saw the sign for me that said "For our little army boy: Liam Michaels" No matter what age I am, my mom and older sister will call me their little boy.

Once I got home, I was warmed with hugs and kisses from my mother Rachel and my sister Ashleigh. My dad I'm sure was there in spirit. A long time ago when I was 6 years old, my dad got cancer and died two days before my sister's 13th birthday. It was hard on all of us, but especially Ashleigh because she was a daddy's girl. My dad always said I would do good in baseball, I am good at pitching but I think baseball is so boring. My dad was a fireman, I always wanted to be like my dad when I was little. I grew up becoming a military man and my mom said my dad would be so proud because it is higher than his expectations for me.

Chapter 2: Familiar

I was walking down the street one morning, when all of a sudden I got this really bad feeling in my stomach. I looked to the side of me and saw a few guys in a black Yukon XL driving really slow. Then a guy pops out of the sunroof of the car, and pulls out a gun. My natural instincts kick in and I tell everyone to get down and take cover. The guy heard me and pointed the gun at me and the people next to me. I got down, pulled the woman and her two children and another guy down with me. Thankfully it was just a threat and there were no real bullets involved.

When the men had been arrested and taken away, the woman I saved kissed me on the cheek and said, "thank you so much for saving me and my children!" Then the guy I also saved came up to me and thanked me. It was weird because I knew I had seen that guy before. I couldn't remember? It came to me as he was walking away, he was the guy I saved from the huge explosion in Afghan. I ran up to him to let him know. He then hugged me and said thanks again for saving his life twice. The guy just stood there a while looking at me and said, "Would you mind if I somehow returned the "favor" and bought you lunch or something?" I replied with a yes and we went to lunch at 'Salvatore's Italian Plaza'. I found out that his name was Jason Smith, and he lived in the same neighborhood as my Mom! We stayed there a while talking about the war and what we had done so far in our military life. Jason told me he would do anything I needed help with because he said there is no possible way to repay a saved life unless he saved mine. After that lunch, we were practically friends already. I was glad that I had a person I could talk to other than my crazy neighbor Steve, and my mom, and Ashleigh.