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Pain Isn't a Weakness

Novel By: FutureMarinesGirl
Young adult

*The second part to Dont Forget To Remember Me*
After a year and a half Bailey is just getting into her new job as a Mother, a Marine’s girlfriend, and a tattoo drawer. Taylor being deployed and the mystery guy still in the back of her mind, she has a lot on her plate. Will something take away or could it just be a lie. What will happen? Well something really take Bailey away from everything, permanently? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 27, 2011    Reads: 165    Comments: 23    Likes: 6   

…Taylor sat up and wiped his eyes. He looked down at his scraped hands as he stared at the darkness in front of him. He stood up before making his way towards the building still in a state of shock as he took the elevator up to the apartment. He snapped out of his shocked state when he heard a crying from the apartment making him push the door open. "Fin." Fin looked up at his Dad from where he sat crying in a pool of crimson red blood. Fin has his hands clipped onto the fur of Harley's coat as he laid on the wood floor motionless. "Fin." Taylor picked him up clutching him to him as he screamed bloody murder. "Shhh Finley. Everything's okay buddy." Fin's bloody hands pulled at Taylor's uniform as he cried. Taylor looked down Harley and dropped to his knees. He put his hand onto Harley's head as Fin continued to scream in his arms. "Oh Harley." He whispered making Harley whimper. "We are going to fix you up. I promise." He wiped his hand clean on his pants before pulling his cell phone and dialing Dad.

"Taylor what's up? Why are you calling at 3 in the morning?" Dad after he picked up on the 3rd ring.

"Tanner I need you here now." He tried to say strongly but his voice broke. "Please I can't do this. Please." He said breaking down on the phone his hand pressed to the bullet hole in Harley's shoulder as Fin sat on the floor screaming. "Please Tanner."

"Taylor I'm on my way what's going on? Is everything alright?"

"No. No it's not." He hung up the phone before pulling off this t-shirt to press it to the wound on Harley.

"Mommy." Fin cried. "Mommy." Fin cried looking around. "Mommy! I want my Mommy." He screamed as Taylor fought back tears.

"Fin please buddy. Please stop crying." He said looking up at him. "Please Fin for Daddy. Please stop crying." Fin quieted down but you could still see his chest heaving through his bloody pajama shirt.

"Mommy. I want Mommy." He cried wiping his wet cheeks only making them red with the blood he wipe onto it as it mixed with the tears as they dripped down his face. "Daddy I want my Mommy."

"Fin, Mommy isn't here right now. You need to trust Daddy alright." Fin looked at him sniffling at him.

"I want Mommy." He whispered pouting.

"I know buddy. I want Mommy too. But Mommy isn't here okay." Harley whimpered under Taylor's hand. "Tanner's almost here Harley just hang in Bud. Please hang in."

"Taylor!" Taylor's head snapped to the doorway where Dad stood staring at him in shock. "What, what the fuck is going on?" He walked over slowly staring at him and Fin before looking at Harley on the floor. "Where's Bailey?" Taylor shook his head.

"Not in front of Fin." He whispered moving over Harley so he could get ready to move him.

"Taylor where is my daughter?" Dad snapped at him.

"I don't know." He yelled at him making Fin start to cry again. Taylor took a deep breath. "Please just help me. We have to get Harley to a vet. He's been shot." Tanner rushed over to them.

"You stay here. I'll take him." Taylor lifted Harley up and into Dad's arms. "Find my daughter Taylor. Take care of your son." He patted Harley's leg.

"Take care of him." Dad nodded before making his way out of the apartment.

"Tanner?" Dad stopped and looked back at Taylor. "Do you think he's going to be okay?" Dad sighed looking down at Harley.

"I'm not sure. I don't even know." Dad shook his head before sighing and making his way out of the apartment .Taylor picked back up his cellphone and dialed 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 what is your emergency?"

"I'm Taylor Andrews and my fiancée was just kidnapped. I, I don't know what to do."

"Okay Mr. Andrews. Is anyone hurt Sir?" He looked at Fin.

"Not physically."

"Alright Mr. Andrews I need your address so I can send the police to your location." Taylor gave the apartment address before hanging up and calling the M.P's as well. He picked up Fin who was screaming again.

"Please calm down Fin. Please. I'm begging you please stop crying." Fin looked at him stopping so he was only sniffling as his chest heaved. "Let's get you cleaned up." He sighed walking into his room to change him before laying him down on his bed tucking him into the bed. "Can you stay here Buddy? I promise I'll be back for you and stay in here with you. I just need you to stay here for Daddy so I can bring Mommy home." Fin nodded. Taylor kissed his head. "I love you Buddy."

"I love you too Daddy." He smiled at Fin one more time.

"Try to go to sleep Bud, I'll be back soon." He closed the door walking out of the room before rubbing his face.

"Mr. Andrews?" a voice said as they knocked on the open door way. "You called 9-1-1?" Taylor nodded as he got some towels as the Police officers looked around the bloody room. "The blood?"

"Someone shot my dog and kidnapped my fiancée." The police nodded. "They did it while my 3 year old son was sleeping in the other room." The police wrote it down as another knock came at the door.

"Gunny Andrews?" The M.P. said walking into the room behind the Cops. The Cops looked at each other before looking back at Taylor.

"Let's get this story down so we can find your fiancée." The M.P. nodded at him…..

I sat curled up in the corner of the room I was in holding my hand protectively over my pregnant belly. I don't know how long I have been here. I don't. I'm scared. Terrified even. I don't know what to do. I just can't. I'm scared for my Baby's life. I have been sitting here. In this corner hiding from everything. I'm scared. I want Taylor. I want out of here. I want to go home. I don't even know where I am. I can't really remember what happened after I watched Taylor as he ran after us only to fall to the ground. I remember the gun being pressed to the sensitive skin as I cried. Cried for the love I didn't know if I would ever see again. I miss Taylor so much. It's terrible. Utterly terrible. All I can hope for is my little boy is safe with his daddy. I could still feel the fading bruise of the gun mouth on my stomach. It didn't play out as I would imagine being kidnapped. I remember feeling smack after smack after punch after punch for what felt like hours but could only be minutes, an hour and a half at most, but the pain of the impact of his strong heavy hands on my weak fragile body made it hurt more and more.

I protected my little baby from it all. I curled up into a ball taking the blows to my back, my head, and legs. It hurt more than anything I have ever been through. I could still feel my cracked ribs from then. That or they are the ones from the last beating I got. It's hell. I miss my family. I miss my fiancé. I miss my son. I want to go home. I remember after my beating in the truck from Owen, he pulled my hair so I was in his lap before wrapping my mouth in duct tape so I couldn't scream. It's not like I had anything to scream for. Well not any more. My pain put me off everything. The pain of my sore, aching skin from all the abuse. My knees from my position on the floor curled up in a ball. My back as my pregnancy got father along as time pasted. My chest from my heaving and broken, black ribs.

The place were ever we were, was dirty. Disgusting even. I have been in the basement, allowed to come to the surface when I was 'called'. My body screamed at me no, but my mind screamed at me yes. No you can't do this, you won't make it. Yes, protect your baby. The beautiful living being that still kicks at me when I feel like giving up. Itty Bitty was helping me through this, this hell hole of a place. My belly moved, kicked and stretched a in me. I would rub it gently calming it down so it got comfortable. Even though my pain out shined everything else, Itty was still my one and only priority. I couldn't remember what happened after I feel asleep curled up in the corner of the SUV not able to stay awake for any more. The next thing I know I'm being thrown on a bed in a basement while my body screamed at me before going back into darkness, away from the pain. The terrible, horrible pain.

Owen. He was everything Mom told me about. He was disrespectful to woman. He had a strong fist. And wanted everything when he wanted it. He had me forced into the kitchen to make him food when he wanted it. I was still in my pajamas from home. My bloody, stained pajamas. They were stained with my blood and they were stained with Harley's. Harley. My puppy. My puppy I picked out from when he was only a new born puppy with his little navy blue ribbon around his neck to show which puppy was him. I still had his ribbon. The lady gave it to me. I was never going to see him again. I don't even know if he's alive right now. For all I know he's dead. I watched him drop to the floor motionless. The pool of crimson blood under him. He had to be gone. I didn't want that. He was protecting me. And he lost his life because of it. I could never forgive myself for that. If I lived through this.

I looked up at the dusty stairs as I heard the basement door creak up and a large body's footsteps as they made their way down the old stairs. Oh boy. Here we go again. When will this end?


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