Page 19 of Sexy SEALs

Now, it just made me feel sad.

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To:Kiara

Subject: Going home

I can’t believethat we’ve been talking for months. It’s been great and uplifting to speak to someone who understands how hard it is to be on the field.

Going home could be even harder.

I hope not.

Stay safe and don’t be a stranger.

Adonis

“Shit!”I screamed out, as my eyes darted across the screen.

“What?” Lucy asked.

I sighed. “Seems Adonis is being dismissed for having PTSD. He said that it could be the case, that he had a meeting or a trial or something and there was some incident and now it seems as if he’s leaving. I can’t ask him. He emailed, not a message via WhatsApp. That’s weird, but why else would he be leaving?”

She nodded in agreement. “Seems like you know the answer to your own question.”

Yeah!

We both sat in silence, after I’d just slumped on her bed. That he would not continue as a SEAL felt wrong in so many ways, I knew how it worked. You had to be in with the higher ranks to get your way, if not then you would be treated as if you were nothing, which just made me feel sad.

“Hey, I’m meeting up with Amanda, but I can stick around?”

I shook my head, remembering that they invited me to come along, but I said that I would pack. Something that I kept saying I would do, and vowed to do it for sure tonight.

“No, you go ahead. I’ll write to him. Not sure what…”

“I’m sure that you’ll think of something. You don’t want me to stick around?”

I shook my head, then I nodded, thinking that it wouldn’t take me all night to pack nor write to Adonis.

“You know what? I’ll write to him, pack and just throw everything in the suitcases and then join you later. I need to get out of here, all I’d been doing was living my dorm room, and never venturing out until it was to eat, or go to class. Now the idea of being stuck in the B&B made me feel on a down-low. I thought I would graduate and be ready to face the world, but I’ll be stuck indoors again. Life’s not fair sometimes!”

I sat on my bed frozen, thinking that time was running out.

“You want to get wasted tonight?”

“Jakes or Brenda’s?”

One of the two bars that we could afford on our tight budget, because I had money until four weeks ago, but with a shopping trip and everything that money was on a tight string and I didn’t want to ask Nan for more.

“Both! Why only go to one.”

She looked at her watch and said, “You have exactly forty-five minutes to pack, and write that email. So hope to it.”

I sprung up, I didn’t have time to respond; she had slammed the door, and I started darting around the room thinking, which one are we going to. We didn’t agree one, but I would hurry and get on with it, then when I was ready to leave ping her to find out which one we were going to get wasted at first.

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