Fighting The Storm

Flashback

"Kyle!" A young tween named Kellisa Normon held up her new electric guitar and smiled at her best friend. He was also her long time crush, Kyle Reese. Only a year older than her, Kyle never knew about how her other "girlfriends" would chatter and hint about her crush on him around him. He never noticed, he was too engrossed in watching Kellisa, whom he nicknamed Kels.

"Wow! Is that new, Kels?" Kellisa blushed a bit when he said her nickname, but smiled to hide it and nodded.

"Daddy bought it since I learned how to play acoustic guitar. He said he wanted to hear me practice on the video game guitar first, though." (Yes, they have Wiis and Guitar Hero: World Tour...live with it!)

"Then let's go play against each other!" Kyle took her hand in his and pulled her along into her house. They were young, not knowing what the future would be. The only thing they both hoped the future was, was them together forever. They never really knew how their fathers got their money, where they were all the time except somewhere elsewhere on the planet, and what their fathers were doing.

The war was raging.

Five years later...

"Will you shut that darn thing off, Kellisa?!" My father screamed, drunk, from the living room. Ever since we moved from where Kyle'd been to stay with dad, Mom and I have been distant from him. He's drunk all the time, screaming, has gotten fat because the army laid him off, and orders us around. I want to be with Kyle again.

"NO!" I screamed back, locking my door tightly and turning Tokio Hotel's Scream up louder. My father roared, so I picked up the backpack and suitcase filled with my things and tossed them out the window. I took my CD player with me, not bothering to get any of my secret candy stash to bring along but bringing my money stash. $12,967.34, in full cash. A thousand was to join the army and fight the Terminators that were coming after humanity. The other $11,967.34 was for food, clothes, and books to read. And CDs, just for music and relaxation. I sighed, jumping out of my window after leaving the goodbye note to Mom in my jewlery box, where I know she'll look, and the angry letter I left for my stupid father on my bed. I picked up my gear, and ran from the only place I thought was home. It was too dark there, why couldn't I make it home?

Seven Days Later...

I pulled my backpack over my shoulder tiredly. I hadn't slept since I'd run away. Well, only bits and pieces of sleep. Some people were kind enough to let me stay the night and have some form of dinner. I left three hours after every sleep I had in whichever house I was in. I can't trust people on the streets of this town. I don't even know where I am. I was tired, hungry, and my feet were blistered when a group of soldiers found me. One of them, a young man with curly dark hair and oceanic blue eyes, stared at me, bewildered.

"Kels? Kellisa Normon?" He asked, handing me a bottle of water and a peanut butter sandwich. I looked at him closely as I ate the sandwich, gulping the water down with each bite.

"How do you know who I am?" I asked timidly. I can't pinpoint who he reminds me of.

"It's me, Reese! Kyle Reese. Kels!"

"Reese's Pieces? Ky? Kyler?" I sat up abruptly, and regretted doing so.

"Yep. I can't believe you'd still call me that." Kyle ruffled my hair.

"I want to join the army. Can I join you and fight the Skynet Terminators?"

"No, Kels, you don't want to do that."

"Why not, Kyle?" He picked me up bridal style gently and held me close.

"I just don't want to lose you again." Kyle tipped my head up by my chin, and kissed me. I gasped, but smiled and kissed back. He loved me, just like I loved--still do--with him.