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Chapter one
Well here I am, finally alone. Not that it's always bad, but I'm getting sick of Fi and Ellie always on my back about Reni and me. Not that they know about her, they want to know were I am all the time and lately I've been spending most of my time with her.
You see me and Ellie haven't been close lately, at least not as close as I would've liked us to be. It's probably been about three months since we last had sex, but it's kind of hard to keep track of time, so I really can't tell. It seems like it has been forever though and I never thought that I would have anything like that again, at least not now.
But then, I never thought that during this war I would meet a naked, screaming, sexy, teenage enemy who would throw herself at me when I saved her life. Coz that just doesn't happen, right?
Wrong. It did happen. This is how it started.
"Oi, Lee get your ass over here and clean your shit up." Homer yelled from the other side of the room.
Now I was fine with that, it didn't bother me that Homer was in a shitty mood, we all were. But then Kevin decided to say the lowest thing that anyone could have said. He treated me like I was one of them. One of the soldiers, an enemy.
"Lee where's your head at? Oh hang on I know maybe its plotting the next way you could get us all blown up or how you think the best way to murder someone. For God's sake, Lee. Look at me I'm filthy in dirt trying to keep us safe and you're plotting our deaths. It must run in your race you filthy Asian."
"What the fuck are you talking about you wanker? You know I'm not like them." I was beyond reasoning though; the anger I'd been trying to keep deep down all came to the surface again. I lashed out. If Homer hadn't of grabbed me Kevin would have to be put on life support. Then Kevin, the biggest fuckin' woose I have ever known, fell to the ground and started crying. He is so lame, I don't know how he's managed to last this long. I pushed Homer off me and kicked all my stuff into the corner. I was about to pack it all back into my bag, but I was just too pissed off. I went to the door. Kevin was still lying on the ground and coincidently was in my way. The temptation to kick him in the gut was so strong- I'll let you figure it out.
I was furious with him. I'd never been so pissed off with him, although I'd gotton close. What right did he have to go off at me like that? How did he know what was on my mind? It's bad enough I have to live with the guy; I didn't have to share my every thought with him. I felt like going one on the entire enemy. I had that much adrenalin that I would have won. Instead I ran and ran and ran, Robyn always said that exercise releases stress and I'm pretty sure she was right, because soon I was beginning to get over Kevin's stupid comments, but I was still pissed off. It was me against distance and I'm pretty sure I was winning.
I didn't know were I was. I'd run about three or four km after five minutes and I was already growing tired, but I had to keep going. To tell the truth it did make me feel a lot better. Or maybe it what happened after that made me feel good?
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A/N My friend don't-give-me-a-pen rules and is a legend for posting this for me coz I didn't know how…srrry I had to add that eb