The Betrayed
Trust? Who needs trust?
Mercy Hospital Oklahoma city, OK December 25th 10:00 hours
"well Doctor" i said "How does it look"? He replied "Everything looks just fine. youll be out of
here in no time". "Good" I replied "i have important matters to attend to". As i said this my
phone started ringing, i answered "Colonel Marshall, United States Marine Corps, How can
i help you"? "Brad, this is your father, are you ok?" he asked. I replied "Yeah, I'm fine, ive got
a bullet in me but they're about to remove it". "Good" he said "What Happened?" I hesitated,
and replied "Mexican spies" "They broke into my house, killed, angel, and got themselves
slaughtered. "Then" i said, angrily " THEY BLEW UP MY DAMN HOUSE". The General let out
a sigh and said "I'm just glad your ok son, anything you need"? i said "Yeah actually, there
is." "I need a place to stay, a vehicle, and i want to go back to mexico. "son, you are an
important asset here in the states, please stay in the states" he begged "fine" i said "for 3
months".
The Wreckage 14:00 hours
"god dammit" i thought to myself. Anger slowly filling my body. "Merry Fucking Christmas" i
said out loud. "Merry Fucking Christmas to you too" someone said from the darkness.
I spun around fast whipping out my M9 Beretta Aiming right at his forehead, but i noticed it
was scarlet. "Hey bud" i said "what are you doing"? He replied "I wanted to see the
Wreckage" "I heard about angel, Im sorry" " Not your fault" i said "well i need to get out of
here" he said "by brad" i replied "oohrah". "oohrah" he said. John Scarlet, he and i have
been best friends since pre-k. We've been through everything together, elementary, high
school, boot camp, officer school, iraq and now mexico. We werent the cooloest kids in
school but we were friends with just about everyone. John Scarlet, My best friend.
"well Doctor" i said "How does it look"? He replied "Everything looks just fine. youll be out of
here in no time". "Good" I replied "i have important matters to attend to". As i said this my
phone started ringing, i answered "Colonel Marshall, United States Marine Corps, How can
i help you"? "Brad, this is your father, are you ok?" he asked. I replied "Yeah, I'm fine, ive got
a bullet in me but they're about to remove it". "Good" he said "What Happened?" I hesitated,
and replied "Mexican spies" "They broke into my house, killed, angel, and got themselves
slaughtered. "Then" i said, angrily " THEY BLEW UP MY DAMN HOUSE". The General let out
a sigh and said "I'm just glad your ok son, anything you need"? i said "Yeah actually, there
is." "I need a place to stay, a vehicle, and i want to go back to mexico. "son, you are an
important asset here in the states, please stay in the states" he begged "fine" i said "for 3
months".
The Wreckage 14:00 hours
"god dammit" i thought to myself. Anger slowly filling my body. "Merry Fucking Christmas" i
said out loud. "Merry Fucking Christmas to you too" someone said from the darkness.
I spun around fast whipping out my M9 Beretta Aiming right at his forehead, but i noticed it
was scarlet. "Hey bud" i said "what are you doing"? He replied "I wanted to see the
Wreckage" "I heard about angel, Im sorry" " Not your fault" i said "well i need to get out of
here" he said "by brad" i replied "oohrah". "oohrah" he said. John Scarlet, he and i have
been best friends since pre-k. We've been through everything together, elementary, high
school, boot camp, officer school, iraq and now mexico. We werent the cooloest kids in
school but we were friends with just about everyone. John Scarlet, My best friend.