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Date Posted: 23:32:34 09/27/06 Wed
Author: Braden
Subject: inside
In reply to: Kyrian 's message, "Inside" on 22:59:52 09/27/06 Wed

He literally growled out loud at Kyrian’s question. “No offence, my brother, but I’ll hand in my resignation before I am running a thousand laps over some fucking dream.” He stated with a low tone to his voice, his eyes narrowing at the glass in front of him. He was a fucking machine, a marine of the highest caliber, he was force fucking recon and he would not be lowered to the point of pulling grunt work because he had bad dreams at night. His demons were his own, they haunted him, not Remy, not Kyr, hell, not even Skeeter and Skeeter was his best friend. Fuck that. He’d go see a shrink before he would talk to Remy about this. Besides, he didn’t the man was all that fond of him. Maybe it was because he was a marine, maybe it was because he had never actually been out on the field with him and everyone else had or maybe it was because Remy’s little wife had been caught nearly drooling over Braden a few times, fuck if he knew, but he definitely got the unwelcome vibe from time to time. He let out a slow breath and ran his hand down his face and then back to the back of his neck. “Of course I didn’t mean to hurt her, I would never hurt her, fuck, I would...” He shook his head, cutting himself off abruptly. Yeah, that was good, out yourself as a pedophile to your partner, that wouldn’t get you sent to the psych ward. “Yeah..I talked to her. I told her next time she heard me at night to close the door and go back to bed.” He clenched his jaw, his brow furrowed. “She said she couldn’t do that. Fuck, Kyr, I don’t know what I would do if I actually hurt her bad...she shouldn’t be staying with me, it’s like...” He paused his brow furrowed. “It’s like in that movie...when the autistic kid is petting the birds head and breaks it’s neck, you know? He was just trying to be soft and gentle and he fucking didn’t know his own goddamn strength.” He was getting pretty irate and so he cut himself off again, ordering another beer before he pulled out a hand rolled cigar, lighting it up and taking a long drag off of it. The scent that rolled off was a mix of chocolate and coffee beans and the smoke was a light red. He ran his hand over his face, letting the smoke sooth his ragged emotions. He had taken up the shit in Iraq where it was abundant but had quit shortly after arriving back in the states and meeting up with Delta...now though, a couple of days ago, he had picked up the urge and called a friend of a friend. The stuff was damn hard to get in the states and expensive as hell even though technically it wasn’t a drug, it wasn’t illegal...the upside of it all being that it couldn’t get him in trouble in a piss test.

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