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The Pin

... down his cheek. At least I hurt him a little before he walked out on me. I opened the door and he slowly walked out and I slammed the door behind him. I leaned against the door and cried until I saw daddy walking down the hall a few seconds later towards me. He grabbed my arms at my shoulders, lifted me up, shook me and yelled in his booming Colonel’s Voice, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO!” I was frightened, daddy was pissed off big time. “Scott is going off to god knows where, to do god knows what, and will be in god knows what kind of danger! He doesn’t need to be thinking about you in the back of his mind while he’s gone! You get your sorry little ass out there GIRL and apologize to him and tell him that you love him and will be waiting for him to come back to you… hopefully in one piece! DO YOU HEAR ME!!!” Holy crap! Daddy was really pissed. I had never seen him in this bad of a mood before. I thought to myself, Scott must be going on a classified mission or something and can’t tell me anything about it. I looked up into my father’s piercing eyes and I realized that I had one option and one option only. I said “Yes daddy.” I through the door open and yelled “Scott! Wait!” He was opening his car door as I ran down the front walk towards him. He stopped and turned to me as I ran into him and plastered my arms around his waist. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me.” I looked into his hurt eyes and apologized again. “Scott I’m so sorry that I slapped you, please forgive me. I… I ...

... love you and know you would never do anything to hurt me. Please come back to me safe, I’ll be waiting for you to come home to me.” I buried my face in his chest and began crying. He put his arms around me and rocked me. When my crying eased Scott said, “I know it’s tough on you but I’m not allowed to talk about it… that’s just the way it is. If we are going to be together, there has to be a lot of trust. Talk to Janet, and your mom & dad. They should be able to help. ” I gave him a big kiss and told him, “Hurry home, I’ll be waiting.” I cried as I watched him drive away. I ran into the house, up the stairs to my room and through myself on the bed and cried. After just a few minutes I felt the bed move and a hand on my back. Mom said in a low sympathetic voice, “There there honey, everything will work out. Scott will be home soon, you just wait and see.” I pulled myself together as best I could and faced her. I sniffled and said, “Mother, what’s going on? Nobody will talk to me. I know that you and daddy know what’s going on, why won’t you tell me?” “I’m sorry honey,” she said with sympathy, “That’s just the way it is… You just have to trust Scott.” Damn it! Trust me; trust Scott; trust, trust, trust! It was frustrating when everyone around me knew something and no one trusted me. I called Janet on the phone and cried, “Janet, Scott left me!” She heard the strain in my voice and said, “Yes Cindy I know… Mark has to leave with him.” “Do you know when they’ll be back?” I asked ...