Hey Guys!!!Well, as you probably have noticed "His past, her present, their pain" is still on hiatus...I still don't know where I'm going with that story, but I have something else for you. This is an idea that got stuck in my head a long time ago, and I actually wrote the first chapter a couple of weeks ago, but did not have time to post it online. Now, Here is the first chapter...

read&review, but most importantly enjoy :))

xoxo LT

Light of my life

"You have to leave this place Mili. Now! Take him and leave." The dark haired man spoke.

"Caleb, I can't do that. I just can't let you and Becka alone. You'll die." The slender, blond woman replied.

"Mili, you are our only chance. You have to take him and hide." Becka responded.

"No! I'll fight with you." Mili argued while another round of bullets was flying around them, barely missing her left leg.

Caleb ducked, pulling Becka with him along the way. Mili pulled the crying boy next to her body, while scooting over where the couple lay.

"Leave, now. We will cover your. Just take Noah and run. You'll be able to hide and then you can contact her." Caleb spoke urgently, while aiming at another attacker. While he spoke, another sniper fell to the dusty ground. Becka lowered her gun, giving Mili an angry look.

"Why, don't you understand? He is all that we have left. If you don't save him, if you don't take him away from this place, they will hunt him down and kill him. There is no chance for us to survive, but he has one. If you take him away he will be able to live a normal life. She will protect him." Becka spoke, while loading her rifle again.

"But you will both die. If I stay here, you have a chance. I can fight with you. We can wait for back up. I'm sure that they are on their way!" Mili replied, collecting the boy's tears with her thumb.

"Stupid girl! If you stay here, you'll die and so will he. No one is coming! He sent us on this mission expecting us not to return; he sent both Becka and me to die. The only thing he doesn't expect is that we took Noah with us." Caleb snapped, picking the boy up and cradling him in his arms.

"I don't believe that Caleb. He would never do something like that." Mili yelled outraged.

Caleb grimaced disgusted. "You do believe everything he says! My dear girl, he doesn't care about anybody else except himself. When you become a liability, he'll discard you like an old useless cloth."

"Caleb, we have to move. Do you see the metal box over there?" Becka asked, while pointing at a rusty old container.

He only nodded and squeezed her arm. "I'll cover you both. Just run, ok Mili?" Becka spoke and the slender woman nodded.

Mili took the boy from Caleb, positioning him safely in her arms, her legs already aching with the anticipation of the run that lay ahead of her. She could feel the adrenaline rising in her, but she could feel the little boy tensing in her arms, hiding his head in her chest. Mili knew that the boy will probably have nightmares later on. The shooting was constant and Noah had been covering his ears or twitching nervously every time a bullet came flying closer to them.

Becka pulled herself off the ground and send a round of bullets towards the attackers, her red hair hanging from her head, while sweat trickled down her forehead. Over the last few minutes, while they were discussing her son's and Mili's escaped, the terrorist had been receiving back up and she knew that if they didn't move soon they will not stand a chance in front of the armed men. The abandoned truck had been a good hideout, but it could not protect them anymore. She left out a load scream and pulled another gun from her back holster.

"Run !" she yelled in between bullets.

Caleb and Mili ran towards the container, Mili holding the boy with her left hand while aiming at one of the attackers with her right. A few feet later the two adults ducked behind the container while Becka came running towards them. It was clear to the two other adults that she had been wounded;her right side was bleeding intensely. She managed to reach the others, and Caleb noticed that she was wincing.

"Butterfly, you are hurt." Caleb stated.

"It is nothing." Becka replied, ripping her scarf and trying to tie it around her side. Her eyes moved towards the little boy, now in her husband's arms. His big brown eyes, mirroring hers, were looking at her, fear evident. He reached his small hand towards her, and she just kissed his chubby fingers.

"Don't worry tateleh. Ima's fine." She smiled.

In the mean time, Mili had been shooting at their attackers, taking three down in the process. They could hear angry swears and more footsteps. More men were approaching and Caleb looked at his wife. When Mili ducked to recharge her gun, he spoke faintly.

"Mili, please take him. We haven't got much time. Please, do this for us. His life is more important to us then ours." He explained caressing his son's check.

"No! I refuse to let you die. Noah needs a family, not some other woman that has not seen him since he was a baby, to take care of him. It is wrong and you should know that." She yelled back at him.

Her words barely left her lips, and she felt a stinging sensation in her right check. Surprised Mili turned around only to spot Becka's angry brown eyes.

"She's my best friend and Noah's godmother. She's the only person that I would trust with my life and my sons. Yes, she might be a stranger to Noah, but I know that she'll keep her promise, I know she'll keep him safe." Becka spoke, slowly turning away from her and taking her son in her lap.

"Now, you will do what Caleb and I have asked you to do. Go back to our safe house, not the one they know about, but the one we set up two years ago and take out of the safe two passports. One is for you and the other one for Noah. You'll find instructions, guns and money in the safe as well. Take everything and leave the country as soon as possible. Before you leave the safe house, take Noah's brown bear with you. It's his favorite toy; he never parts from it. Leave during the night and head for Haifa; there you will contact a man named Ashfar; he'll have a plane ready for you and Noah. We told him that you will come and he has promised us to get you both out of the country. "Becka explained.

"Speak to no one about this; do not contact your family or friends. Your mission is to get Noah safely out of the country and take him to her. Don't let yourself captured, and if you do take two pills from the safe. One is for you and the other one for Noah, but your first priority is to make sure that Noah does not suffer. Do you understand that Mili?" Caleb asked ducking from another rounds of bullets.

"Becka we have to move. They are coming closer and I don't know how long we can hold them off. The warehouse is close. We can hide there and make sure that Mili and Noah can flee." The dark haired man explained, pulling his wife closer to him.

She only nodded, while hugging the boy closer to her chest.

"On my count we all run; Mili you'll be first and Becka will follow, while I'll be right behind you covering the both of you."

The two other women nodded while carefully standing up.

"One…two…run!" Caleb yelled, while the two other leaped from behind the container, running towards the warehouse.

Caleb and Mili began shooting, ducking their heads in the process, while Becka turned her back against the attackers clutching Noah closer to her chest.

Once safely inside , Caleb pointed the nearest room, indicating a door that led to the outside of the warehouse.

"Hide behind the staircase. Now! I'll keep an eye out in case they are coming for us. We took some of their men down, but I'm sure that they are regrouping as we speak. We don't have too much time; they will have the place circled in a few minutes." Caleb spoke, urgency present in his voice.

Becka turned towards Mili and whispered:" Mili, please! We will be forever grateful to you, if you save him." Her eyes scanning Noah's features.

The pain in Becka's eyes made Mili decide. She dropped her eyes from mother and son and sighted heavily. "Fine! I'll leave, although I hate what I'm doing and I will never be able to forgive myself for leaving you alone."

"Todah, Mili. Todah!" Becka spoke, her brown eyes content but full of grief. She absently rubbed circles on Noah's back, feeling the texture of the sweater she had knitted for him not so long ago.

Caleb exhaled loudly, his shoulder slumping slightly, his features relaxing. His hands balled into fists, letting the pain go through him. He knew that it would be the last time he would ever get to see his little boy.

"I'll give you three some privacy." Mili spoke, while getting her guns out and walking towards the entrance of the warehouse.

Caleb walked towards the stairs where Becka was holding Noah. He let his gun drop to the floor and kneeled next to his wife, brushing his fingers on Noah's face.

"My little boy, aba will miss you very much." He trailed away.

"Light of my life, be good for your dodah. Listen to what she tells you; she loves you very much." Becka trailed away gazing at the little boy while he was looking intensely at her.

"Always say your prayers and never forget that ima and aba love you very much." Caleb whispered.

Although the boy was only four years old, he seemed to understand that something was wrong. His parents were saying good bye to him and at first he didn't understand why they were doing this, yet somehow his pure mind and his tinny heart told him that he would never see his parents again. Hot tears appeared at the corner of his eyes, gushing down his cheeks.

"Sssshh Noah! Don't cry; big boys don't cry."Becka smiled, wiping a tear from his eyes.

Noah sniffed loudly, while lunging at his mother's neck, nestling his head in the crock of her neck.

"Ima, don't go!" Noah hushed.

Caleb put a hand on his back, soothing him, while hugging his family. A silent tear escaped his eye, while Becka hugged Noah closer to her body. She inhaled deeply, trying to burn in her nostrils Noah's sweet vanilla scent.

Laud gun shots, that seemed to be coming closer, pulled the family apart. Caleb kissed Noah's head, while he rushed towards the entrance of the warehouse.

"Mili, it's time." He yelled, gun in hand.

The blond slender woman ran towards Caleb, blood gushing out of her arm. Caleb greeted her at the entrance and handed her a gun.

"Take this! It's loaded and it will help you escape. Guard him with your life Mili, he is all that we have." Caleb spoke, while applying pressure on her wounded arm.

Mili ran towards the stairs, where Becka was soothing Noah. She saw the urgency in Mili's eyes and she tried to unclench Noah's small fist from her blouse.

"No, Ima! I don't want to leave you. You won't come back!" Noah yelled holding on tightly to her.

"Noah, ima has to leave and help aba. Your dodah will take care of you, I promise." Becka explained, a frown creasing her forehead.

"Dodah Iva is not ima! Don't go, please!" Noah cried.

"Sssshhh, my darling! Everything will be fine, I promise." she said, kissing the top of his head

She managed to peel the little boy from his desperate embrace and hand him to Mili. Noah struggled to get loose from the blond woman's grip, but she held him securely.

"Leave Mili! We will back you up. Don't look back, don't stop. We are counting on you. Once you reach her, you will be free. There is enough money in the safe to help you start a new life wherever you want. Change your name, forget everything, and never return to this place." Becka advised, picking her gun up from the floor.

"Be safe Noah, ima and aba love you very much." She spoke, looking at her son." Good luck Mili, and may God be with you!" she trailed away.

She turned around towards Caleb and the increasing sound of gunshots, while Mili stormed through the back door out of the warehouse. Noah looked over Mili's shoulder and the last thing he saw before the door closed with a thud was his mother falling to the floor in a sea of bullets.

Dictionary:

dodah-aunt