Please Don't Say You Love Me

Well Fuck You Too

Ever since that little incident on the highway, I have been paying much more attention to my little spitfire. It has been a few weeks since we moved, and Lynn has finally realized that her father is not coming to join us. She has been throwing tantrums, and wearing my patience thin. And to top it all off, Liam has been sending me paperwork to finalize the divorce. He refused to send child support, not that I need it, and he has been refusing to send the one thing I need. It was purposely not put in the boxes, and I suspect t was to get a rise out of me. Liam knew I would need my dogtags. Whenever I come home from a draft or tasking I would always take them off, in order to show myself I survived, and I could do it again.

"Lynn get your shoes on, we don't have all day." At the current moment, I was attempting to get her ready so I can go to my ultrasound. But as usual she was being a little brat, and not listening to me. I never wanted to have kids, after seeing what Claire was like the idea had always made me want to puke, that is until I met Liam. He was a good man, I will not deny, but some things he did were unforgivable, to me at least.

"NO! I want dadda!"

"Lynn, baby, Mommy and Daddy are not together anymore. We do not love each other." She only looks at me and angrily puts her shoes on. It took everything in me not to laugh, if you have ever seen a toddler angry, you know what a funny sight it is. "Come on let's go. If you are good, I will get you some ice cream." Nothing like bribing a small child to be good.

She looks up at me and a huge smile creeps up on her face. Walking out of the house, I pick Lynn up and pretend to toss her in the air and make swooshing noises as I put her stomach in my arms, pretending to be an airplane. Sure some people pass by and look, some pointing, but they don't know who I am. The thought makes me laugh.

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"I am here for my appointment." I had Lynn on my hip, and trying my hardest to not to let her go as he was squirming around quite a bit. The receptionist looks up at me, and smacks her gum loudly.

"Well I need a name."

"Anna Norris." She clicks her computer a few times, and motions for me to go through the doors behind her. Huh, that was easy.

Walking through the hallway, Lynn was swaying left and right about to go to sleep. Thank God. I love Lynn more than life itself, but sometimes she can just be too much. Turning a corner I walk right into the one, the only, General Carrey. He only looks at me, looks at Lynn and and walks away.

Well, fuck you too.

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I wake up at 5;45 every morning, usually unintentionally. Whenever I go on tasking, or take young , I make sure everyone is awake by 6. They are mainly teenagers, and I want them to fear me. When I was a teen if anyone woke before 11, I would immediately be terrified of them.

Groaning, I roll out of bed and fall right onto the floor, my legs don't seem to be working. I try standing, only to fall right back down into my original position. Grabbing my legs, I feel that they are wet and sticky. In horror, I look down at them and see they are a bright red.

"Anna! I swear to God you better not have done that!"

"Rich, what does it matter! This is war! We do not have time to flood hospitals, or the medics. They are busy enough!" Rich is my second in command, as I call it. He was getting upset at me for stitching up my own wound, and then dragging him back to camp, while he was unconscious and I was bleeding out.

"Stop trying to be someone you are not!"

"Someone I am not? How fucking dare you, this is my team, this is my mission, and I am the one who is responsible for everybody here. Do you know who's ass in on the line if one of you guys die? It's mine, we all have families to go back to. Would you like to be the one to explain to their kids that their daddy or mommy is not coming home? Would you like to tell pregnant women that their husbands are not coming back? Or what about teenagers that their parent will never see their graduation? This is who I am, this is who I will always be. If you have a problem with that the you can go fu-"

Gunshots and shouts cut my rant off. Can't someone get a minute of rest around here? I rush out of the tent with my gun in hand, only to see a handful of masked men holding two people on my team at gunpoint. Looking behind me, I see the other members of my team rushing out of the other tent. They look alert, and ready to kill.

Good.

Still looking behind me I yell "Take no prisoners!" And I open fire. It was maybe not the most ethical thing to do, but I was done, I as so done. If they didn't have a death wish, they shouldn't have come here.

I tap the pad of my thumb with all my other fingers on that hand to calm down, and pull myself out of my flashbacks. Blood is a trigger for me, in war it is a trigger for everybody. It bring back memories of friends dying. It truly is a horrible feeling.

Breathing deeply, I  look up at my bed only to see the sheets covered in blood. Wait. Lynn came into my bed last night before she went to bed, is this her blood?!

A new rush of energy overcame me, and I practically bolted to Lynn's room only to find her fast asleep. Confusion took over, what was that blood? Soon I became scared and decided to go to the medic.

Not really wanting to wake Lynn up, I decided to call Carrey. I still have no idea what his first name is, but I consider us somewhat friends.

"Hey I know it's really early but could you come watch Lynn for a few hours? I can pay."

"Why?"

"I need to go to the hospital, I think something is wrong with the baby."

He sighs and murmurs that he will be right over.

I still have no idea what is going on, but something was telling me it was the baby.

Five minutes later, a knock sounded at the door. I rush to get it, and quickly let him in.

"Ok, when she wakes up just say I went to get coffee or something," I say as I slip my jacket on. "And then just put something TV, and get her a sippy cup filled with milk. Thank you so much, I don't know any-"

"Norris, go." He ushers me out the door, and slams it behind me.