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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:Jan 31, 2011    Reads: 704    Comments: 20    Likes: 6   


I looked over at my sketch book longing to take the letter out from its pages but not at all sure if I should. Does he deserve to know that I care about him? Do I deserve to know he knows? I walked over to the desk lifting the book up in my hands and running my fingers over the smooth material of the cover. "Bailey?" a voice called from my door way making me jump, dropping the book. I looked up to see Mom standing in the door way. "You coming?" I nodded walking away from the book.

"Yeah, come on." I nodded walking out of the room with her. Bentley looked up as I walked in.

"Sissy you okay!" He smiled running up to me jumping into my arms. I picked him up hugging him tightly.

"I'm okay Bud." I smiled kissing him.

"Good." He giggled jumping down and running back to his coloring pages. I laughed at him shaking my head. Kids these days. Wyatt smiled at me from the couch.

"Hey would do you feel?" He asked as Mom went and looked out of the window before going back to the kitchen. I shrugged walking over to him and sitting down next to him.

"I could feel better." He nodded putting his arm around me. "How are you?" I asked laying my head on his shoulder.

"I'm good. I'm good." He smiled looking at Mom as she came out of the kitchen again. She looked out of the window again. I sighed cuddling into his side waiting for our 'surprise'. I focused my eyes on the TV set as Dillon came in from his bedroom, coming to cuddle up to my side.

"How you feeling Bubby?" I asked kissing his forehead. I remember when I left for school he was coming down with something. He nodded laying his head on my shoulder.

"I feel a little better Bailey. I still got a head ache but Mommy said it should be better when I take my happy pills." He nodded closing his eyes as I stroked his back. Happy pills are what Mom and Dad used to call all my pills that I had to take when I was sick so it stuck. So now when any of us get sick we have to take some happy pills. I kissed his hot forehead.

"You'll be better soon." He nodded yawning.

"I know." Mom made a high pitch sound making all of us look over at her.

"You alright Ma?" Wyatt asked looking at her like she was crazy.

"Oh like you will ever know." She giggled at him walking away from the window. Oh I wonder who that is… I mentally rolled my eyes smiling thinking about it. "Oh Dillon, Bentley, Wyatt come here." She smiled looking at them. "Oh quickly Bailey you too come on." She smiled excitedly. We all got up and walked towards her, Dillon leaning on me half asleep, and waited. Bentley looked up at Mom from where he was now holding Wyatt's hand not really knowing what was going on. The door knob jingled as someone opened it. Bentley's face lit up as Dad walked through the door way.

"Daddy!" He yelled running off smiling, giggling, jumping into Dad's arms.

"Oh I missed you Bent." He smiled kissing him head. I gently shook Dillon a little to wake him up as he fell asleep in my arms. He looked up, tired.

"Daddy?" He asked rubbing his eyes, the sickness in his voice.

"Hey Bubby come here." Dad smiled gently. Dillon went over to him falling into his arms.

"I missed you." He yawned as he laid his head on Dad's shoulder. Dad smiled the tears visible in his eyes.

"I missed you too Bubby." Dad rubbed his back whispering in his ear as he slowly fell back asleep, clearly sick. Wyatt hugged Dad closing s eyes.

"I love you Dad." Dad smiled at him.

"I love you too Son." I looked away not wanting to interrupt their moment by going into the kitchen and checking on dinner as Mom went to kiss Dad with a 'welcome home smile' as we call them. On that makes you gag because you know what they are thinking about. Dad walked in still rubbing Dillon's back even as he slept. "You alright Baby girl?" He asked cocking his head to the side.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I smiled up at him. He leaned down to kiss my head. Dillon moved in Dad's arms making him cradle him to his chest.

"He is doing alright too right?" He asked looking down. I watched as Wyatt came through the door looking at Dillon.

"Mom thinks he just got a bad case of the flu. But to be sure she said he has a doctor appointment tomorrow and they are taking blood work to make sure he is fine." I nodded knowing what he meant.

"Logical if you ask me." Dad smiled watching me as I changed the heat on the pasta sauce Mom was making.

"I know. He just needs some cold meds and to have a nice long sleep." I threw Harley a roll from the bread bowel.

"I think we all need a nice long sleep. Have you been taking your happy pills that the doctor gave you?" Dad raised his eye brows at me.

"I have to take one. I was going to take it after dinner." I said folding my arms not wanting to really talk about it too much.

"Alright good." Dad nodded. "I do have a surprise for you both." He looked at me and Wyatt.

"Just us or the whole family?" Wyatt asked putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Well it's a little for everyone." He nodded looking down at Dillon's sleeping face. "A little for everyone." He whispered to himself gazing up at us.

"What's going on Dad?" I gave Dad a questioning look. He sighed looking back and forth between the two of us.

"Well Kids, me and your Mom have been talking and well." He closed his eyes trying to figure out how to word what he was trying to say. " I'm quitting the frontline."





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