I noticed how encompassed with sweat she was. Every inch of her bed was drenched seamlessly in her vixens. I sat down slowly on the bed, causing it to dip.
Her voice was laced with whimpers as her lips parted slightly. Her back arched slightly, caus...
CHAPTER ONE "Live for something rather than die for nothing." - George Patton
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Dawn shined through Dusk's transparency; water beads that lay, affray amongst the sun. Even with the sun enveloping her with warmth, the girl my brain once comprehended, was left cold. A shivering, bleak, almost lifeless body was wrapped with dusty, used-one-time-too-many sheets.
I took into consideration the room's amenities. To be fair, there wasn't a lot to offer. The AC unit was broken, the legs of a desk that used to be there were imprinted into the carpet, the mattress aches and groans due to a broken spring, the windows are nailed shut, and the television gets bad reception.
The remote flickered through the channels, one in-particular news channel caught my attention. Although the reception was fading in and out, I still made out the headline. BREAKING NEWS: SERGEANT. DELTA, MISSING OR DESERTER? I listened attentively to the news anchor.
"Good Morning, Florida, Maxine Remi here. The headline that has been catching everyone's attention lately is Sergeant. Ronnie Delta. Apparently, during their tour, her and her squadron had strict instructions to head to Europe for a weekend. Well, we have sources that tell us she decided to take a different route and head her own way. Here now we have journalist David Teta." She gestures to David with her eyes.
David smiled, his pearly whites pierced the television. Gritting my teeth in the early stages of dawn, the blanket was tossed off my body in a swift motion. The palms of my shriveled pink flesh touched the soft carpeted floor. I made my way over to the television.
"Thank you for having me, Maxine." His hands reach over and pull Maxine into a hug. She smiles at him, and they pull away.
She spoke diligently. "The pleasure is always mine. Now, tell me about Ronnie Delta. Were you personally there?"
He placed his hand on his right breastplate. Every now and then he would glance off into the camera. "I was not personally there, but my team and I have disclosed sources that lead us to believe she deserted. We also have video surveillance footage of what looks like Miss. Delta boarding and descending her plane." A clip appears on the glass. I grind my teeth and clench my fist. Maxine's face is in pure shock. Even though this was rehearsed a million times, she pretended as if this was her first time seeing this information. "David, this is shocking! I cannot believe that an Army sergeant would do something like this. Why would she just pack up and leave?"
David blinked at her with such certainty it made me cringe. "We wanted to talk with her squadron, but legally, they were not allowed to disclose any information. The only thing she might be upset about would be her childhood sweetheart, Chris Tucker, whom sadly passed in a firefight."
Maxine smiled sickly. I wanted to cut those pretty little lips right off her face. "Do I sense a romance that once brewed?"
David placed his hand over hers. "Defiantly. The only thing is that it had to be a secret." Rubbing my temple, I sighed. They feed these people garbage, everything that comes out of their mouths is fake.
