Post by charlotte rebecca richardson on Sept 28, 2015 22:24:30 GMT -5
It was a Sunday. A shining Sunday in Montana. Charley woken up hours ago with Beau and Luka wailing. Luka was already sleeping through the night, which she was grateful for. Beau was up every few hours or so, but she could feel the street from it more than usual. Normally, she had James with her trying to help. Usually it involved trying to calm down Beau for just a little bit longer so she could sleep, but it rarely worked. Even now, Beau was curled up in the crook of her arm, and Luka was playing with his crayons on the floor. James had left earlier that month for some deployment. He stayed tight lipped about it and she learned quickly that there were certain things that she just couldn't know about. She ran her fingers over Beau's soft hair and smiled at her boys. They were so strong, she didn't know what her life would be without them. Even when she would resent her husband for putting his career over their family, she knew that this was exactly where she was meant to be. A mother to two of the best little ones she could ever have wanted.
There was a knock on the door, giving her arm a little relief from Beau's slight weight. She was able to carefully slip him into his portable bassinet without waking up the infant. She gave Luka's shagging blonde hair a quick ruffle and answered the door. James would be back in a few days and she was grateful to have the company of her husband back. Wylie was due over in a few hours, which she was looking forward to. She knew that her husband didn't like Wylie being around so much, but he was her best friend and he was there for Beau and Luka while James was away. She never told James about Luka calling Wylie 'dada' she especially never told him about her not correcting the little blonde boy. She would get hr marriage back on track when he returned from deployment. They had married young, but she knew that it had been the best thing for them to do. They had Luka and Beau from it, so everything worked out.
When she opened the door, there were two men dressed in full army uniform and a female sheriff that she knew well. She could feel the blood drain from her face when she realized that it was a flag in their hands, she choked out a sob when she registered the grim looks in their eyes. Charley grabbed onto the door frame and couldn't hear them explain in their best neutral voice about road side bombings. About dying with honor and protecting a country. She could just hear her sons crying for their father. She could hear all of their fights before they left. She could hear the world shifting and never being the same again. Hot tears scalded her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She knew that nothing would ever be alright again. The sheriff walked her to a couch, the army officials left. Clearly on their way to other wives and husbands to destroy their worlds.
Even just sitting there, sobbing she looked at her sons. Luka had abandoned his coloring and curled up with Charley. Wiping tears from her face and telling her that she would be okay when Daddy came home. Beau slept peacefully, completely unaware of what was going on. Charley could just hold her son close while matting his blonde hair a dark brown with her tears. Hours passed and she choked on her cries, completely out of tears in the world to contain the sorrow. Beau was awake and held by the sheriff who was making herself comfortable while trying to get some information out of Charley. If she had friends or family. If she had anyone in the world who she could talk to about this.
Twenty years old. Mother of two. Widow. Who could she really talk to about this?