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Don't Forget To Remeber Me

Novel By: FutureMarinesGirl
Young adult



Can a friendship turn into something more?
Bailey Williams is an 18 year old marine brat with more strength then you can even imagine. After watching her father leave since she was little and having to fight for her life as well can change a person. But the one person who kept her sane was her best friend Jayden, who she is head over heels in love with. Can she keep from telling him her true feelings? Or will someone else come in and steal her from his grasp? Or will something even bigger than the three of them take Bailey away for good? I guess you will just have to read to find out…
***Sequel to My Hero's My Marines*** View table of contents...


Submitted:Dec 16, 2010    Reads: 812    Comments: 17    Likes: 7   


I held my flower in my hand just staring at it. He knew what it meant. He made the last couple days so much better. Of course I had to stay in bed, all day, take my pills, and eat. Fun right? Well Taylor always came over with different movies to watch and take out. He is amazing. Harley loved him too. He of course next left my side the whole time, but when Taylor came over he let him pet him, rub his belly, and even take him for walks. I didn't want Harley to get fat cause he wasn't going for walks really so Taylor took him. They were gone for a while, but I was sleeping so it was okay. "Ma'am you have to leave." I looked up at the marine and nodded.

"Sorry Sir." I whispered.
"It's okay Ma'am." I turned around and walked back to my truck. I laid my flower down gently on my dash board as I pulled out of my parking spot and headed home. So I wasn't to be out of bed, never the less driving, but I had to see Taylor off. He and Skylar had no one lease because they already said good bye to their family back last week before they came to base. I felt bad for them. I pulled into the drive way and shut my car off. I picked up my flower and took a deep breath of its smell. My head was throbbing but it wasn't as bad as it usually is. It was more of a regular headache, but a little more painful. I stepped out of the car stepping onto the thin layer of snow we got. I got into the house and took as deep breath walking into the kitchen.
"Hey Mom what are you doing here?" I asked looking at her as she sat reading the newspaper. She looked at me and smiled.
"I took the day off. I dropped Bentley at daycare before I went to the gym. Than we had a doctor appointment so I took him and now he is sleeping." She took a sip of her coffee. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. My head hurts a little bit." I said laying my flower down and getting a cup of hot chocolate. I put my big coffee mug pull of water into the microwave to heat up.
"It will get better sweetheart." She said standing behind me. I looked at her as.
"I'm fine Mom." I shrugged watching the blue mug spinning in the microwave.
"No you're not. You and your father do the same thing. I looked at her.
"And what would that be?" I asked folding my arms.
"You don't let the pain show. You hold it in not letting anyone see how much you really hurt." I looked away.
"I don't do that. Taylor and I are just friends." I shrugged at her.
"Who are you trying to convince me or you?" She asked taking my cup out of the microwave and putting in the chocolate mix into the hot milk. Mom looked at me. "Tell me I'm wrong." I shook my head as tears formed in my eyes.
"I miss him already." I whispered looking down as Harley came trotting into the kitchen. Mom pulled me into a hug.
"I know Baby." She said stroking my hair as I clenched my eyes shut to stop the tears from falling. "I know." I took a deep breath as I tried to calm down. Mom picked up my flower. "Where did you get this?" She asked smiling at it.
"Taylor gave it to me. He knew it was my favorite." I said picking up my hot coco and taking a sip from it. Mom looked at me.
"Does he know what it means?" I nodded.
"I told him when we were in the hospital." She moved to get a small vase and filled it with water.
"That is too cute Bailey." She smiled at my flower as it new home in the water.
"I know." I smiled looking down.
"Are you still getting your tattoo next week?" She asked. I nodded.
"Of course. I have been waiting for this for way too long to not get it." She gave a gently nod.
"I remember when I got my first tattoo. You and Wyatt were only about 10 months old and the cutest little things. Your Dad even came with us and held my hand as I sat there." She smiled pulling up her t-shirt to show me her hips. On one side was my baby foot print in pink with Bailey Kelsey written in blue with my birthday under it. On the other hip was Wyatt's baby foot print in little blue with Wyatt Cooper and our birthday written in red. I always loved it.
"When I have kids I am going to do the same thing." I nodded. She smiled.
"I always knew you would." She laughed as we both turned when we heard the little pitter patter of little feet coming down the hall way. Bentley stood there in his pajama's rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes holding his baby blanket. "Hey Baby." Mom smiled picking him up as he cuddled into her. "How about we all go watch a movie in the family room?" She asked looking at me.
"I'll be there in a minute I just want to change my clothes." I nodded I walked into my bedroom were Harley was lying on my bed sleeping happily. I sat down on my bed and picked up my picture of Dad and looked at it. "Oh Daddy I miss you." I whispered to it. It was a picture Mom took when I was littler. I was in my Dad's arms as he held me. We were looking at something in a store and Mom snapped the picture and framed it. I always kept it next to my bed so I could always see him. I looked at Harley as he whimpered at me. I patted his head before putting the picture back down and changed my clothes, but slipping back into the hoodie Taylor gave me of his, wanting to be close to him again, even if it was just in his sweatshirt………..




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