Chapter 4
Restrained, he needed to restrain himself.
Alfred couldn't take it anymore, he wasn't a failure, right?
He was going to prove them wrong, he wasn't a failure, no he was a hero.
They were the villains.
He straight out the room. No matter the war of loud, angry voices demanding one thing and then another.
No, he couldn't take the anger-filled toxic air that filled his lungs into a stuffy box.
He wouldn't take it anymore, he already bought a ticket to Washington D. C. so all he had to do was go to the airport.
All he had to do was ignore the frenzied war going on in his phone, get unto the flight and leave.
He knew who it was. The one person who stuck to you like a fly, refusing to move.
With a hint of impatience annoyance, he answered the phone, "Hey Iggy, what's up, dude? "
"What do you mean what's up dude!? Where the bloody hell is you!?"
Wincing at the sheer volume of the yelling of the phone, he brought the ear into a safe distance away.
"God, calm down! I'm already a flight back home. And I have to go, okay? Bye!" Abruptly ending the call with England, he swore that he would show them what the hell it means to be a damn Marine.