Why did he do it? Why didn't he follow her sister's advice?
"Whatever you do, DO NOT smother her. She will run...."
Simple. He knew it, but why didn't he listen? She would've gotten on a plane a few weeks later and joined him in Texas. But no. He called her, texted her relentlessly. Even when she blatently ignored him. He was an idiot. He did everything he was warned against, and it left him utterly alone. He missed her everyday; couldn't keep her face out of his mind. How she tilted her head up to laugh, the way the apples of her cheeks glowed red when he gave her her birthday cupcake. He was in love with her. Loved everything about her. But that was over.
It was going on his third month in the Army. He was still a private because he couldn't seem to keep himself out of trouble. It was never his fault. Some of the guys just couldn't keep their mouths shut and he had to tell them off; yet, he was the only one getting reprimanded for it. This wasn't the life he imagined when he signed up for the Army. He hated every minute of it; sometimes regretting his decision. He lived in the barracks with the rest of the guys, with no privacy whatsoever. He knew there were some guys there that weren't "right". Homosexuals. They terrified him. His living situation bothered him more than those troublemakers. His junk wasn't safe from their wandering eyes. Lord help him if he dropped the soap.... There had to be way to get out of that place; a place of his own. Off post. Yeah, off post; far, far away from the evil homos.
Every girl he looked at, he viewed as a potential wife. That was his great plan: Find a good looking girl, coax her into marriage, buy a house off post, receive more money. That was the kicker. A buddy told him he would receive more money if he got married. That just made him want to go through with it even more. Greatest idea ever. And it worked. This girl was his type; voluptuous and beautiful. He didn't give two shits about her personality, it was all for the extra money anyway. And just like that, they were 'happily' married.
But even after his wedding, he couldn't stop thinking about his ex. Only a month into the marriage, memories of her would creep into his mind. He remembered the night they sat on her bed in her room and watched a movie. He couldn't remember what movie it was; they weren't paying much attention to it. She was sitting behind him, with her soft, bare legs and arms wrapped around his waist. He was rubbing the soles of her feet; she had the prettiest feet that he could not stop touching. She was kissing the back of his neck softly, sending goose bumps down along his arms. He could still feel her warm breathing on the back of his neck as she moved her mouth to a different spot to plant another soft peck. She freed her foot from his grasp and began to slowly massage his inner thighs, working her way up to his groin. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy; his most desired fantasy was being fulfilled....
The more he thought of this memory, his favorite memory of her, the more excited he became. His wife never exicted him this much; she would never do the things his ex did to him. He knew he still loved that girl. He desperately wanted to talk to her, and decided to take a chance; he texted her. The wait it took for her to respond seemed to drag on forever. Did she get the text? Was she in bed with another guy? She texted back within a minute; of course she missed him too. Just reading her words left him so emotional; tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he typed out another text. The way she made him feel at this moment in time felt like the happiest day in his life. It was just that awesome of a feeling.
He had just gotten dropped off at work by his wife when his phone vibrated in his pocket. The woman just took off, what could she possibly want right now? But it wasn't his wife. It was his ex. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, but as he read the text, his face dropped in horror. It was a forwarded text. Forwarded from a number he recognized all too well. Somehow, possibly in the middle of the night, his wife had raided his phone. She found his ex's number and texted her; started threatening her. His ex never said a word to him; just forwarded the messages from his wife. That was it, he lost his ex forever. He could only imagine how she felt; he was feeling the exact same way. Crushed; like his whole world came tumbling down upon his chest, breaking his sternum and puncturing his lungs so he couldn't catch his breath. He fought back tears and anger as he joined his unit in front of the barracks. That bitch of a woman he made his wife was going to get a piece of his mind later.
Months passed, and his ex never attempted to get a hold of him. He knew she was definitely done with him, but her face was unforgettable. He couldn't shake those images. Not that he wanted to either. He wanted to talk to her so badly, it almost hurt him. He needed her to text him; his wife erased his ex's number from his phone. He wanted to kill her, but only if he knew he would get away with it. During the last few months, his beloved wife had become some sort of psycho bitch. Out of thin air. It was unexplainable. One thing after another, she was flipping out about something. It was July; last week was his birthday. Birthdays are usually a special day, spent with those you love. Except he was now stationed in Seattle, Washington with only his wife for company. Great; well, better make the most of it. But she had other plans. She flipped out on him about his decision to watch a certain program on television. They fought for what seemed like hours, until finally she stormed off. He was relieved and sat down on the couch to continue watching his show. Not long after, she came out with a pill bottle and a glass of water. What the hell was she doing with that? Does she have a headache now? No, that wasn't an over-the-counter aspirin. He couldn't make out exactly WHAT it was, but it was definitely from the pharmacy of the local grocery store....She continued screaming at him while uncapping the bottle. He slowly stood from the couch and began to approach her; trying to presuade her to stop. She quickly tipped the pill bottle, and dropped countless pills into her mouth. He ran over to her just as she dropped, face first, to the floor, bottle and glass still in her hands. He flipped her onto her back and lifted her head and the pill bottle. His eyes adjusted as he read the word, 'Vicodin', across the bottom of the bottle. Could this cause an overdose? He couldn't risk it, and dialed 911. It turned out to be a joke, but thankfully, it was prescription otherwise they would've sent the cops. Honestly, if she had really wanted to die, she should've tried a different pill. All she did was pass out.
After that eventful day, he couldn't wait on his ex to text or call him. He had to make the move. He messaged her through a social networking site, and hoped she would log in. She hadn't logged into her account for almost a year. It was a long shot.....
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