Anger Like No Other
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Anger Like No Other"Randy! the mail came!" Marlo called, and Randy didn't move from his seat outside, being in the house was hard, being in the cottage was worse.
"Randy" Marlo stepped outside onto the front porch and sighed at her son, "just, take this one, don't just rip it up, he might be trying to say he's sorry" Marlo plopped the thick envelope on his lap and patted her sons arm in pity, this is that last thing he should have to go through.
Randy looked down at the white rectangle, his eyes welling with tears, he held it tightly in his hands and stood up sharply. His shoulders shook, with rage and with hatred, he wanted to rip the letter, he wanted to burn, he wanted to send Elliot to hell.
Randy took a step, a heavy one, his body was fighting his mind. he feet lead him to the cottage, a half a mile west, the two-bedroom shack that Elliot had finished restoring two months ago, right before his past ruined their lives. He sat on the rocking chair in the front yard, his fingers scraped at the seal.
AMERICAN MILITARY FIRST CLASS MAIL was stamped up top. Randy wanted to vomit, he could feel the bile crawling up his throat, threatening to destroy the words that Elliot had written to him.
He ripped the top off and pages of writing poked out. Randy let a mangled whine pass his lips as he cradled the paper in his hands, the rough scraps of mismatched papers that Elliot had probably looked for all over the camp, trying his hardest to get Randy to reply.
My Dearest,
I hope that you will write to me, I miss your words, your ability to build castles out of air. I explained to my commander what’s going on, saying that I can't stay here but it looks to be pretty useless, I don't know what to do Randy.
I do know that by now, if you read these, my apologies border on senseless. I'm bad with goodbyes you know that too well. I shouldn't have just left without telling you. I didn't want Lizzy to be right, Randy, I couldn't let you stew in worry while the month passed until I got my orders.
I'm not in much danger, I'm well fed and protected. When I come home I will be alive, breathing and speaking. My heart still beating for you, I know that you'll hate me, you won't let me into our bed, but I will never stop loving you, you've taught me hope isn't dead.
Do you know what Harrison said? when I told him I was in love? he laughed but said be careful, He told me loving you was like warming in the sun. He said you'd indulge me, you'd live out my fantasies with me, you'd never stop smiling. I can’t tell you how the image of your tears staining our floor, makes me hate myself more.
I'm so sorry, I should have pulled out, but when I left I thought I had nothing left to live for. This shouldn't be long, things are moving fast here, I should be home in a year, all these soldiers will be trained by then, we've widdled out bomber and terrorists, we've saved a few lives, if all keeps going well, I'll be out of this hell, and back in your arms.
~Yours eternally,
Elliot.
Elliot had been called back for duty a month ago, his Commander phoned him to train Iraq. The American Government had taken a stand on Isis and as a special forces Sargent Elliot was at the top of his rank and called to help.
He had left with only a note on the bed stand, an address and his silver cross. The note was short and sweet "I'm sorry, I'll be home soon, please wait for me"
Randy had burned it, ripped up the address and thrown the cross in the closet. Randy had thrown Elliot's clothes in the closet, all the pictures had been burned, the small things, his work belt had been buried in the mud. His name was banned and anything he sent back was thrown in the trash. Randy wanted nothing do with this, he knew it would only lead to heart break.
Randy walked into the cottage and plucked a notebook out of ta desk drawer and wrote.
My dearest Elliot,
go f**k yourself
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