See You Soon: Chapter 1

‘My baby is dead! Not my baby, please! Not my baby! Ay Dios Mio! Mi hijo! Oh my God, my son!’ My mother’s aching voice screamed over and over again, the voice of a mother who had just been told her firstborn child was dead. My brother, a Navy SEAL, dead at age 30. It was a memory I would never be able to shake. The look on her face, as if the blood had been drained leaving a pale reflection, the terror and agony in her voice, was terrifying and would traumatize me for the rest of my life. The sound was so terrifying I wanted so badly to cover my ears with my hands to drown her out. She was in pain, and I instantly feared for her health. To see my mother who never cries, always so positive, just completely break into a billion pieces as I held her while also trying to process the news myself.

My older brother was dead.

Every time I step into his untouched bedroom at our house, like right now, my mind goes back to that day. I open the door to his room as if expecting to see him on his bed practicing new music and the memories catch up to me, flashing me back to that day when two uniformed men knocked on our door.

I don’t know how but, at that moment, seeing my mom completely fall apart, killed me, but it also changed me. I had to fake my strength at that moment to be strong for my mother. I so badly wanted to fall apart as well but I am the only person left to take care of her, to be strong for her when she can’t for herself. I silently hold her in my arms, brushing her peppered black and gray hair with the palm of my hand. She continued to wail and make incomprehensible sounds in my chest.

I decided the best thing I could do at that moment was to pray to her. The rosary. My mom had raised us to be religious and to go to God for everything, and live our lives by His commandments. Deep down inside, I had some different views when it came to Catholicism, but never expressed my views to her, avoiding her disappointment.

Gunshot wound to the chest. Gunshot wound to the right leg. Gunshot wound to the neck. The cause of death was blood loss. Paul bled out before he could make it back to the hospital. I cringed trying my hardest to snap out of the horrid memory that haunts me. As I stared at him in his casket, dressed in his uniform, laying there dead, I had the overwhelming urge to shake him. Shake him awake because they did so well covering his wounds he just looked like he was sleeping. I wanted to punch him in the shoulder like I always did and tell him to stop faking. Stop joking around because this wasn’t fucking funny. I so badly wanted to but all I could do was cry until I felt sick and drained. The only positive thing I could think of was that his death only ensured I made the right choice in becoming a nurse.

I initially wanted to be a pediatric nurse, but after my brother’s death, I knew I needed to be a trauma nurse.

Sometimes, Paul’s military friends come by the house whenever they’re not working or have the time and they’ll check on us to see how we’re doing. I never pay them any mind as it still hurts to see them able to come home in one piece with a beating heart, but my brother would never again. I was jealous, angry and I knew it was dark but why did it have to be my brother?

One of his friends named Kane, would always try and make conversation with me. Always doing little things here and there like doing chores around the house or small talk with my mother… to make up for Paul’s loss and I despised it. There’s nothing no one could do to make this loss hurt any less. My best friend would never return. He was supposed to walk me down the aisle when I got married. My video gaming partner.

The man of the house.

My brother was a good simple man. He had the purest heart. The only downfalls of his character were his stubbornness and black-and-white mentality. But he always made sure my mother and I were always taken care of financially when he entered the military. His morals were a big part of his character, leading to him always putting others before himself.

It hurts so much and it feels wrong to go on without him. I witnessed my mom almost die from a heart attack when she received the news. I wanted to die too but we both have to find a way to go through this grief without harming ourselves. I must find a way to go on, and if I have to fake my strength… I will. If I have to push through and place my own needs last, then that’s what I’ll do.

Paul would not allow my mom to torture herself with grief every day but how do you tell a mother to move on? I wouldn’t dare.

Still, I haven’t let myself scream since that day when that’s all I want to do. I’m trying so hard not to implode, break, or shatter my beliefs in Catholicism.

I snap out of my thoughts when my phone buzzes. Still staring at my brother’s room, a Sublime tapestry over his headboard. Bookshelves on one side of the wall. His Gaming PC is on another side. A soccer ball sits in the corner along with his guitar. Everything is clean and organized. My mother takes it upon herself to clean his room every weekend as if he was still here to inhabit it. She would even grab a pile of clothes from his closet and wash it, fold it, then put it back as she used to do all the time for him when he was home.

She still can’t let him go but it’s to be expected, he was only buried two months ago. I guess it’s therapeutic for her, so I never say a word.

I finally grab a hold of my cell phone to find a text from Meredith letting me know she’s outside my house waiting for me. She’s been one of my closest friends since high school.

I’ve passed all my exams and licenses to practice as a registered nurse and I just signed my first contract to start practicing. I haven’t told anyone yet, but I’m going to sooner or later. I won’t stress about that tonight, as this night was about celebration.

Country Music plays loud through my ears and chest and the air smells like cigarettes and alcohol. My kind of place after a stressful week of impactful decisions. A Friday night out with my best friend is just the perfect way to start the celebration that she’s completely unaware of. We’re in one of the most popular country bars in the city and we have our cowboy boots on, ready to dance the night away.

‘How does it feel to finally say, you’re a Registered Nurse?’ Meredith shouts over the music while cheering her beer to mine. Our beers collide loud and we both chug a bit of it down.

‘My God, it doesn’t even feel real yet. It’s surreal.’ I exclaim with pure joy. I’m smiling ear to ear while my long black hair jumps up and down as we dance.

Meredith and I did everything together since High School. We’ve been best friends ever since we sat down next to each other at lunch one day during our freshman year. As scared, lost, fourteen-year-old strangers, we looked at each other hesitantly before we sat down at an empty table. We hit it off instantly. After bonding over our favorite tv-shows, we became closer than ever.

‘I need to get another drink; I’ll be right back.’ I practically yell into Meredith’s ear making sure she can hear me. She nods, acknowledging me.

The bar is packed. Full of heartbroken, single, and even married people just looking to let loose tonight. I quickly reach the bartender and ask for a strawberry daiquiri. The bartender immediately asks me for my identification.

He probably thinks I look sixteen. I don’t blame him, my short 5’1 height doesn’t help, and the youthful skin genes I get from my mom. I pull out my ID and the bartender nods as he confirms I’m of legal drinking age.

I’m twenty-two years old and still, get asked if I want a kid’s menu when I go to restaurants. I sit down on a bar stool as I wait for my drink. ‘Wagon Wheel’ begins to play and I can’t help but move my body to the beat of the song. An enormous western neon cattle skull is placed in the middle of the wall across from me. I’m so busy thinking about the big decision I recently made, last weekend that I don’t notice a man sitting next to me, staring. I haven’t told anyone just yet, but this big decision is so important to me that I didn’t want anyone’s opinions or judgments to deter me from my happiness.

‘Didn’t figure you were a daiquiri type of girl.’ His deep voice says as he takes a sip of his beer. He’s wearing a black hat with dark blonde waves peeking through, with a black shirt. I see half-sleeve tattoos on his very well-defined biceps. I swallow nervously, biting my lip trying hard to unglue my eyes from him. I take a deep breath and regain some confidence to respond.

‘Oh yeah… what did you figure then?’ I taunt, my eyebrow raising with curiosity, keeping the conversation going. His body intrigues me, enticing me to talk more.

He turns away from me and now he doesn’t bother to make eye contact with me. Instead, he stares at the television on the wall in the corner of the bar. A football game is playing across the screen with black subtitles running across the lower screen.

‘Sangria.’ He finally turns to me, no smile, completely serious. His bright blue eyes stare into my soul, emotionless.

I’m so intimidated by his look of no expression; I blush and look down at my hands. He looks straight into my brown eyes and I can’t bear the attention.

‘Wow… you’re good… those are my favorite.’ I giggle looking down at my boots. Sangrias are my favorite. But tonight, I wanted something a little different.

Finally, the bartender gets me a daiquiri and I thank him, handing him my debit card in exchange.

‘Wait, Gabe, put it on my tab.’ The man next to me intervenes and puts his hand gently on my hand and card. It sends an electrocution of desire through me, and I don’t want to move.

‘Oh, you don’t have to do that. I—’

‘I want to.’ He says, smoothly with a small smile.

I give him a smile in return.

‘Didn’t figure you were a shiner type of guy.’ I tease, trying to make small talk. I can’t just walk away now, not after he bought me a drink. At least that’s the excuse I’m telling myself so I can stay longer talking to him. There’s this aroma around him sucking me in.

He smirks.

‘Shoot,’ He dares.

I squint at him, trying to figure him out. I always felt like I had this superpower. To be able to read people’s emotions and figure them out. I’m almost never wrong.

‘You’re a whiskey kind of guy. But tonight is different,’ tapping my nails on the counter of the bar before continuing.

‘It wasn’t such a bad day today at work, you’re in the military, and you’re just trying to drink to get the edge off without getting too hammered. Am I close?’ I ask, quirking a brow, with a giddy smile.

‘Hmm. Jack Daniels.’ He hums. He looks at me and I can feel the connection between us. He admires me, but he quickly catches himself as a small pause between us goes silent. We were both smiling at each other, and he quickly changed glances to the game playing on the TV.

‘Hey, what’s taking you so long?’ Meredith pops up right behind me, out of breath, stealing the moment between the man and me away.

‘Sorry, I—’ I look at the man, then back to Meredith, then back to him. I don’t know his name. Yet, it doesn’t matter because he seems already uninterested. He’s already disconnected himself from the conversation and it stings.

‘Let’s go dance!’ Meredith pulls me away by my arm strongly, knocking me off my balance. Miraculously, keeping the daiquiri in my hand from spilling over. She keeps pulling me until we get to the dance floor. Another song starts to play and we’re slowly moving our bodies to the song.

‘Who was that guy? He’s hella hot,’ Meredith asks, moving her eyebrows up and down. I laugh and roll my eyes.

‘Doesn’t matter. He’s in the military and you already know my deal.’ Shrugging her off, I drink more of my strawberry daiquiri. The troubled past of my recent relationship with my ex-boyfriend has me steer clear of anyone associated with the military. The man was responsible for the scars I carry from the physical and mental abuse that I endured.

‘Oh my gosh, get over that dumb ass. Not all guys are like Shane.’ Meredith mutters in disgust. She hates Shane, my ex-boyfriend. As did everyone. As did I.

‘Yeah well, I’m not in the mood to entertain anyone right now. Plus, I don’t think the guy is interested.’

‘Did he buy you that drink?’

‘Yes but—’

‘He’s interested.’

‘But—’

‘Shut up Ari. You need to loosen up, finally sleep with someone, have fun, military or not, because guess what, he’s coming back to you in three, two…’ Meredith was no longer looking at me but rather looking at someone behind me. My eyes widen and butterflies start heavily, thrashing around inside of me. Meredith starts to walk away, disappearing into the crowd as I feel a tap on my shoulder. I bite my lip and turn around, slowly.

Unsurprisingly, I turn around to the same man at the bar but now he’s towering over me. He’s tall, my guess is over six feet easily and a nervous smile spreads across my face.

Now that he’s standing in front of me, his muscles are on full display, his frame was massive and I can tell he keeps up with his physical fitness. He’s intimidating and it’s hard for me to look him in the eyes without the hot warmth in my cheeks burning. My heart’s pounding from the immediate attraction. His straight white teeth with sharp incisors are pulled into an irresistible smile and I can’t help but notice his dark blonde facial hair is grown out over his jawline. It’s sexy.

‘Danny.’

He reaches his hand out for mine to shake and I’m hesitant to take it. This feels like a bigger moment than it is. Like I can already see our ending before it begins. Grabbing his rough textured hand in my small one, he squeezes me gently.

‘Ari.’