Come Back To Me (Very slowly editing)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

"No," I whimpered every fibre of me wanting this to be some kind of sick joke. It had to be a sick joke, or maybe even a dream. I dug my fingers into the flesh of my arm hoping I would wake up. However, instead pain shot through my body. It wasn't a dream, this was real.

"No!" I screamed hoping that one word would be able to express every emotion I was feeling. I wanted that word to be able to rid me from everything I was feeling because I couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle that my brother was gone. I couldn't handle that I would never see him again. I couldn't handle any of it.

It wasn't fair he didn't deserve this. He spent his life dedicated to our nation. He risked his life every day to save us from the bad. He was good. He was good! So why did something bad happen to him? Why did his life get taken away from him? No one deserved to die that way, but especially not Jamie. My sweet brother Jamie.  

Amy's POV

*7 HOURS EARLIER*

One day was left. That was all. Twenty-four short hours and they would be back. Five months, three weeks and six days had passed and now I just had to wait one more day and I would see them again. I would be able to hold Jonah in my arms and kiss his soft lips. I would be able to hug my brother and hear his voice that could annoy the hell out of me but I couldn't help but love. It felt like a weight was lifting from my shoulders. It felt like I was starting to be able to breath properly again. Soon they would be boarding a plane away from which ever war zone they were in. Soon they would be on their way to safety and soon they would be here with me, with their families.

I knew today would pass slowly, it always did. However, it was worth it because tomorrow I would see their smiling faces. To see them would make everything worth it. Tomorrow I would be free from worry for four long months.

I couldn't help but think of the surprise I had planned for Jonah. I had booked two tickets to France for a long weekend. I know we had discussed travelling, and if anyone deserved a break it was Jonah. So without thinking twice I had bought two tickets to the South of France.

My mind flicked to spending four days on a beach with Jonah. I imagined lying in his arms on a sandy beach. I thought of kissing him in the sea. I loved the idea of spending four days solid with him. The more I thought of the trip I had planned, the more excited I got. I just hoped he went for it. He would though, right? He would be thrilled be the idea, wouldn't he? He had sounded eager in his letters to go away with me. I knew due to his job he wouldn't get the opportunity to travel a lot for pleasure - he obviously travelled a lot for work.

I smiled as I heard Farah's car horn outside my apartment. I was thankful to be working today as I knew it would be a good distraction.

I was right, it was a good distraction. As normal we were short staffed so Farah and I were run off of our feet. I barely had time to say a word to Farah let alone think. After work Farah tried to persuade me to go out for a drink to take my mind off of tomorrow but I declined. I knew the only thing that would keep my mind off of tomorrow was sleep.

Sleep wouldn't come easy, it never did. However, once it came tomorrow would come quicker and that's what I needed. I was tired of waiting. I was tired of worrying. I needed tomorrow. I needed Jamie, and I needed Jonah. I had to see their faces so everything that I had been feeling for the past six months could finally flood from my body. I just wanted all the tension that had been building up inside of me during their time away to be able to leave my muscles. I knew that with their arrival tomorrow that the pressure that had been crushing my chest, restricting my breath, would finally be lifted. I knew that the fact they were coming back would leave me with a feeling of freeness. A feeling I hadn't felt since the day they left. I just wanted to be able to relax.