The Marines Daughter

01 • prequel

Loading another clip into my revolver, I aimed the gun at my target. Taking the safety off, I grunted out angry breaths I didn't realise I was holding.

"You make me happy" I breath out in anger, pulling the trigger in the process.

"You're the only one I want" I pull the trigger.

"I'll never leave you" bang

"I see my life with you" trigger again

"I love you" once again, I pull the trigger. Emptying the clip and letting it drop to the floor, not letting the stray tear slide down my face.

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Maybe I should introduce my self. My names Mikaela. Mikaela Grace Jones to be exact. I'm eighteen years old and to tell you the truth I was loving life until a few hours ago when I walked in on my boyfriend of almost a year screwing the daylights out of my once was, or thought to be best friend of a cousin named Amy.

Heart break. It's not easy, I'll give you that. But the feeling of your lungs tightening, muscles going limp and all the air erased out of your lungs, really hurts.

It feels like the walls around you are caving in, the floor starts to fall out beneath you, the exact feeling of your heart skipping a beat, and not for the good reason.

It started off as a good day, I remember exactly how it went. I woke up for my morning run along the beach trail. I bet my time, feeling happy to be getting fitter by the day.

Next came work, it was great, I got paid, finished early and got a free coffee and cake. It's always a pleasure being the granddaughter of a magnificent blooming cafe owner.

Thinking of surprising Alex at his home, i bought the best chinese takeout in town. The Dragon Inn, we always went there and he loved it.

I headed to his house that was shy of ten minutes away from mine, it was located on the city side of town, where as mine was located on the beach side. Nether less a great place to live.

I remember each detail as I pulled up into his driveway, noticing his parents weren't home, how his garage door was closed indicating he may or may not have been home.

I remember the way the sun shined through the clouds, the slight wind blowing my hair around, edging me to place it behind my ears once again. The sound of a motorbike driving past, the slight car horn in the distance. I remember how I parked, away from the driveway incase his parents came home, but still on the nature strip.

I remember opening the door and calling his name, with no answer. Walking to the kitchen, finding his keys on the table. I remember setting the direction for his bedroom, the way his stairs were freshly carpeted and the way his house always smelt fresh.

I remember running up the stairs, getting to the top and having his door to the left of me. I remember the way the door nob was smooth and wooden, the quick turn it took to open.

I remember the yelps and screams as I watched as my best friend grab the doona as she fell off my boyfriends bed. The way I dropped the takeaway to the floor with the bag splitting in the process.

It was all so quick. Quick for Alex to grab a shirt and try tell me it's not what it looks like, quick for Amy to scream out my name and have tears down her face. What for, I don't know.

I remember how quick I was to get down the stairs, ignoring the pleas of Alex and him trying to grab my arms to give me some sort of explanation. The words were a blur, I didn't listen. I didn't want to listen.

I remember starting my car, locking the door as Alex ran towards me. I remember the quick motion of placing my foot on the accelerator, skidding out of his driveway in the process.

I remember seeing Alex's figure in my rear vision mirror, they way his top blew in the wind and his hands ran through his hair in a stressed out motion.

I remember driving to the other side of town, slamming the car into a park in limited time. I remember the way I ran past every other stone on the ground til it became familiar with one I knew. I remember the way the ground felt as I collapsed to my knees, the silent pain as they hit the ground.

I remember my vision becoming blurry as my eyes were clouded with tears. The way they splashed into droplets when they hit the concreted stone.

I remember looking at the marine stars, running my hands along them and whimpering as i wished everything would go back to the way it was.

"I miss you dad"

I remember that, as the last thing I said as I felt my chest give way and my eyes get heavier with tears as I collapsed onto my father's grave.