The Army Boy, Deadly and Dangerous (Being edited!)

ARMY BOY LAST CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy cow its finally coming to an end. But trust me the sequel will not only be more awesome but longer, and more detailed and just plain better haha. Honestly I was ready for this story to be over. Thanks again for all the people that have stuck with me from the start and the writer’s block and are now finishing with me. It means a whole ton. Thanks again

Huntergirl

Life was unbearable without Hunter. I had found myself falling into a depression. Life just wasn’t the same without him. I found myself always curled up on the couch or in my room watching sad sob stories, eating chocolate ice cream.

His ring was still placed on my finger. His t-shirts became the things I wore every day. I stilled cried myself to sleep every night with his picture grasped tightly in my hands. I still prayed every night that he would come back to me. As the weeks dragged on though, my hope dwindled down more and more. I doubted that I would ever stop praying for him to return.

The thunder pounded away and the lighting lit up the sky outside. A storm had come in over the past few hours. My stomach lurched, because my mood for the past three weeks was like the storm that was raging outside. Terrifying and dangerous, I wanted my army boy back, back into my arms, safe and sound.

I was lying stretched on my bed, my hands under my head, staring out into the black abyss. The lighting flashed again once more, lighting up my room. A pounding on the door made me jump. I quickly got out of my bed. My heart beating out of control. Who was here? It was way too dangerous for anyone to travel at this time.

I slid my slippers onto my feet and tugged a sweatshirt over my head. I grabbed a baseball bat from the corner of my room and started downstairs. Outside the lighting flashed again and I jumped. A loud noise came from outside, a window broke and I screamed even louder.

Someone was on the other side of my front door, breaking it door. I slid around the corner and held my baseball bat in my hand ready to swing.  I waited until I heard the door splinter and crack open.

“Hello?” I heard a deep voice call out. I heard the dropping of heavy footsteps fall on the hardwood floor. I heard a pair of keys jingle and thunder roll.

“Jessica are you there?” The voice said again. My stomach lurched; the person knew my name…….

I stepped around the corner and my footsteps stopped as I saw who was standing there. “Hunter?” I gasped out. The bat slipping from my hand like water as I gasped to make sense of what was happening, Hunter was here, standing flesh and bone.

“Hey babygirl.” He said with a grin on his face, he was soaked to the bone. His short hair allowing little droplets of water to fall onto the floor, making the floor become saturated with water.

I pinched myself, which produced a loud shriek.”Ow,” I said as I rubbed my arms.

He laughed, a small smile forming on his lips. “Why did you do that?” He said slowly walking towards me.

“This is a dream, you’re dead. They came and told me you went missing and they said that they had stopped the search and that you were presumed dead.”  The tears in my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his waist. Not caring that I was getting soaked.

He carefully placed his rough hands of my face, and bent his head and started to press little kisses all over my face. “I was, it was terrible, but I couldn’t go back on my promise. I’ve been back in the states for a about a week now. They just released me.” He said softly wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight.

I let what he said sink into my system for a couple seconds. HE HAD BEEN IN THE STATES FOR A WEEK AND DIDN’T TELL ME! I couldn’t believe he was alive! I started to slap his chest, crying out in hysteria.
“You stupid arrogant jerk, I hate you! God you just leave and go missing, I THOUGHT you were dead! “ I fell to my knees sobbing.

I think it was the shock that he was still alive. He bent down my level wrapping his arms around me again, taking the blows I was dealing him without saying a word. Just letting me vent everything that I had been feeling for the past month. All the pain about almost losing him and actually loosing the baby.

After I managed to rid myself of all the anger, I quieted down and tried to speak through my clogged throat. “Hunter?” I said timidly