RECKLESS IN INK (BOOK TWO)

B2/C13

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Jäger 

I knew I fucked up when I saw her trembling in fear, eyes closed shut tightly and her hand over her ears but when Hawk kicked my door open, she screamed. When she ran out of here I stood there with my hands clenched into tight fists, Whiskey was getting checked by Logan about his nose. When she threw her elbow back you could hear it break. "What happened?" Hawk, my president asked me. I shook my head and leaned back against the wall of my now messy room. I heard him sigh before leaving me alone, I banged my head against the wall before I turned around and punched a hole in the wall. 

I knew I shouldn't have gone off as I did but when I heard what happened to her and that she had been for over 5 months with no word, I lost it. I was the SAA to the Armoured Beasts and I snapped at the only girl who didn't turn away from me. I turned into the person I hated. My father.

"Fuck!" I yelled out, shaking my hand out before I walked out to the main area. Everyone was quiet when I walked out, it was like they were scared that I might flip out on them. 

"You better have not hurt her then what she has already gone through"  I heard someone say behind me as I grabbed some ice from the kitchen. Logan stood there handing Whiskey a new towel. "She went through a lot over there, she didn't say a word to anyone" 

"But you knew" I mumbled to her.

"My brother is part of her team, he is still over there so when I got his letter, I went to see if it was true." She says, narrowing her eyes at me. "Zelda loves you but if you raise your voice at her again, I'll cut you." She tells me, making me raise an eyebrow. Logan turns to Whiskey "come on you need to go to the hospital" she tells him before walking out the door. 

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Zelda pov

I rushed up to the front door before I could knock, my father was opening it, I rushed into his arms as I cried. "It's okay sweetheart" he whispers to me, he brought me inside and helped me towards my bedroom. "Just get some rest baby girl," he says as he pulls the blanket over my body. Before I knew it I was past out.

I woke up a few hours later, I could hear the doorbell ring. I slowly got up from the bed but I stayed by the wall so that whoever was on the other side of the door couldn't see me when my father answered the door. "Sorry to bother you sir, but is Zelda here?" I heard his voice, making me hold a hand over my mouth before I sobbed out loud.

 "She is but she's resting right now. Come back tomorrow"

"But sir I need to speak with her" 

"Look son, she is going through a tough time. I'm sure you remember what it was like, now let her rest for now and when she is ready to speak with you, she will. Don't make me bring out my shotgun" 

"Yes sir… Can you please tell her that I am sorry" Jäger says.

"I will" after a few minutes I heard my father close the front door "come on out sweetheart," he tells me, as soon as I did he sighed. "You need to speak with that boy."

I sighed, I nodded my head "I know but something happened earlier, I lost it." 

"Do you think AA meetings will help?" He asked me, my father used to go to AA meetings when he first came back from overseas to help him. I nodded my head, anything to help with whatever was going on in my head. "You are not alone in this sweetheart, we are all here to help. There is no rush, just don't push people away." 

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"....as the Humvee in front of us drove over the IED… everything went into slow motion as we all climbed out of our Humvee we had to run to the closest and only building around. We were lucky to get out of there but it still sits in my mind that those guys in the Humvee in front of us died like that" I heard the man next to me say, he had lost his arm in his 4th and last tour.

I was sitting in the AA meeting that my father had booked me in. I was sitting with other ex-marine soldiers. It had been a week since the whole thing with Jäger, I just wasn't ready to talk about it with him.

Everyone in this room was suffering from the same thing I  had PTSD (Post-traumatic stress disorder). Everyone in this room had gone through different situations overseas, whether it was because they lost a leg or an arm or because of what they saw over there. The man sitting next to me was telling us how he first started to see the signs of PTSD when I sat here thinking it over. I guess mine started when the little girl handed me the paper flower. 

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