Chasing Soma
Authors: Amy Robyn
Chasing Soma
By
Amy Robyn
Copyright © 2016
www.facebook.com/AmyRobyn1author
They were high school sweethearts and neither of them thought they would ever be apart. Too bad they were wrong.
Chase joined the navy and tried to forget about the woman who had stolen his heart. Though, late at night as he lay alone in his bed, thoughts of her plague him.
Soma has tried to create a life for her and her daughter. She is able to give her daughter most of the things she need, except her father’s love. She has searched for Chase until she finally finds him. Unfortunately, it has been a year without word. She has given up hope.
Will these two find each other again?
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.
This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with.
Copyrigh
t
© 2016 Amy Robyn
. All rights reserved. Including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof, in any form. No part of this text may be reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the author.
Version 2016.04.22
“Come on man. It’s time to get her to agree to marry your sorry ass, so we can get the hell out of this shit town.” My best friend Peter tells me as we pull up at the diner where my girl started working two weeks ago. She wants to save up her money and buy a car this summer. I told her that she doesn’t need one. I will take her anywhere she wants to go, but she seems to think that I would get tired of driving her around. I never get tired of being with her.
“I am asking her tonight.” I tell Peter as I park the car.
“Do you have a ring?” He asks. I snort. What does he think I am, an idiot?
“Yep, in the glove box. Check it out.” I point to the glove compartment. He opens it and pulls out the small blue box. He opens it and whistles.
“This must have set you back a lot.” He says incredulously. It did. I used every penny I had saved for college. I decided a few weeks ago to join the military. I just need to tell Soma about it. I am not sure how she will react. I have loved her for years and normally I wouldn’t make a decision without her. I took the ASVAB this year because of my ROTC instructor wanted all of us to. I had no idea that I would score so high. I have had recruiters from every branch come out to talk to me. I have decided on Navy. I want to become a seal.
Peter is joining too, though he doesn’t want to be a seal. He heard how hard it is to become one and he doesn’t want to go through all of that training. He wants simple after working on his family’s farm his whole life. I do not blame him. I just hope Soma will like what plans I have made. I need her with me. I love her more than I ever thought I could love someone.
My parents had divorced when I was young. My mother moved to this town and worked as a school teacher until cancer took her from me a year ago. My dad who is on his third marriage and has a new baby, agreed to let me stay with Peter’s family until I graduated. Not that he ever really gave a damn about me or my mother. I didn’t believe that love could be real, until I met Soma and she has made my world turn upside down.
“Do you think she will like it?” I ask Peter. How he would know is beyond me but I wait for his answer anyway.
“Hell yeah.” He says and I smile. I really hope she does. I already have our future planned and all I need now is a yes from her to seal it.
I grab the box from his hand and shove it my pocket. I climb out of the car and rush to the restaurant. I am suddenly very anxious to see her. I walk in and I am bombarded with the smell of fried foods. I find my regular booth that I know will be in her section. Peter sits across from me. He starts making jokes about the town slut, Marty. I ignore him as I look for the only woman I have eyes for.
There she is carrying a tray of food. She stops at a table and empties the tray with a smile. She is good at her job and so damn beautiful. Her fire red curls tumble down her back and as she walks the sway around her waist. She has the world’s best body, full breast and rounded hips with a tiny waist. It is enough to make a grown man pant. What is the most beautiful about her, the first thing I ever noticed about her, is her emerald green eyes. They are large and almond shaped, nearly too large for her face and fringed in thick dark red lashes.
Most red heads are freckled but not my girl. No, she has flawless porcelain skin. It flushes red to match her head when I tell her how beautiful she is. I will always be telling her that because it’s true. She can render me speechless or a babbling fool with the mere batting of her eyes. She doesn’t know the power she holds over me and I hope the day never comes or she will own my balls, not that she doesn’t already.
She looks up and sees me. I wait to see the look she always gives me when she first sees me. The look that has my balls pulling up tight and my dick filling out and pressing dangerously against my zipper. It doesn’t come. Fuck. I try to rack my brain to figure out what I did to piss her off. Nothing comes to me. She goes back to the kitchen again and I look over at Peter. His eyebrows are nearly up to his hairline. He noticed too.
“Hi Chase.” Marty says as she saunters over. I usually just ignore her. She has had a crush on me since the sixth grade and I never wanted anything to do with her, even less as we entered high school. She slept her way through every team player we have on every team in school, except me. I never liked her. There is something about her that just rubs me the wrong way, not that I would let her rub me.
“Hey Marty, fuck any more football teams lately?” Peter says. They never got along. Peter is the one who took her virginity and he hates knowing that he created a monster. I think she hurt him and he likes to lash out at her. Who knows, neither of them talk about it. I ignore her and watch the kitchen door, waiting for my girl to reappear. When she does, she shoots daggers at me with her eyes. What the fuck is going on. Marty looks over her shoulder and smirks at Soma and I am about to says something when Soma points to the door and storms through it.
I follow her out and the tears in her eyes nearly undo me. What the heck has upset her like this?
“How could you, Chase?” She shouts at me. She has never raised her voice to me before. I move toward her to pull her into my arms but she holds her hands up.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” She says as more tears stream down her face.
“What is the matter?” I ask her. I have no idea what is going on, though I know it has to be a mistake. I would never do anything to intentionally hurt her.
“You cheating son of a bitch.” She screams. I am truly stumped. I would never touch another girl. Ever.
“I never cheated on you.” I tell her. I am starting to get mad that she would ever even think that I could. I have shown her in every way that she is the only one for me. She starts laughing at me and it isn’t the soft, lyrical giggles of hers that I love so much. This is a mocking, tear your heart out of your chest laugh.
“I can’t believe I ever bought all of your lies.” She laughs some more and I feel my very soul draining from my body as if she is sucking it out of me with every mournful sound from her lips.
“I never fucking lied to you and I sure as shit never cheated on you.” I yell back. I gave her everything and this is what she thinks of me. She thinks I am nothing more than a cheater and a liar. It’s good to know that my two years of worshipping this woman was all for nothing.
“Lies. More lies. Just leave me alone, Chase. Never call me again and do not come here when I am working.” She says barely above a whisper before walking away and taking my heart with her. The door slams shut behind her with such finality and I can’t help but feel as though my very life has ended. The life I had planned for us. The future that will never come. I would have fallen to my knees and stayed there if it weren’t for Peter, who came out and walked me to the car. He took my keys and drove us home.
I bolt upright in my seat. Sweat is dripping into my eyes and my heart is still racing. I dream of that day constantly. It is the day my heart was destroyed. It was the day I decided that I would never love again. I think I have that dream now to remind me to stay away from women. My body will start to crave the intimacy and then I have this dream and I get over it in a hurry. I do not need that kind of drama in my life. I do not have a heart to destroy anymore, anyway. I left it in a small town in Colorado four years ago.
I am just getting back from my latest mission and I am exhausted. I made it as a seal after grueling training. I love the strenuous workouts and the intensity of the missions we are sent on. If it wasn’t for our team things would be far worse than they are, trust me. We just got back from taking out a group of terrorist that were planning an attack on the United States. I didn’t even flinch in pulling the trigger on those animals. Far nicer way to go than what they had planned.
The plane comes to a stop and I jump up with the rest of my team and grab my bag. I am looking forward to a nice hot shower and sleeping in a comfortable bed. I follow the others off the plane and listen to them talk about going into town to get drunk and their dicks wet. I have no interest in either. They seldom even ask me to go anymore because I always turn them down.
We hop in the jeep. I join the others and hassle some of my teammates. We banter back and forth as we make our way to the base. The warm air feels good but I am really looking forward to air-conditioning. It has been so long since I have felt cool air. This mission lasted longer than any I have ever been on. I was gone nearly a year, tracking these men through the desert. It was worth it but I have missed all of the conveniences that most people take for granted.
“Have you decided whether you are going to re-up?” Stevens asks and I shrug my shoulder.
“I probably will. I will let them know in a month. What are you guys doing for your vacations?” I ask them. We get a four week leave as soon as we turn in our reports. I plan on getting mine finished tonight. I still have no idea what I am going to do. I will have to see what Peter wants to do. Last time he was able to get leave the same time and we went to Atlanta and stayed in a casino the whole time.
“I am going home. My parents will be having their anniversary soon. I want to be there for it.” Hick says. We call him that because of his southern accent.
“Let’s all meet up in Vegas in three weeks and we can all decide together if we will reenlist or not. I do not want to continue unless we are all in. I can’t trust anyone else to have my back.” Ramirez says. I have to agree. We all trained together. We went on missions together. I do not know that I would be standing here now if I was missing any one of these men out there.
“Vegas it is.” I tell them as we all separate to go to our rooms. I open my door and see the mail I have missed spread all over the floor in front of the door. I notice one from Peter. I pick it up and throw the rest on my desk. I sit down and tear the letter open from Peter. I read it and smile as he tells me that he decided to go home and help his parents while he decides whether to reenlist. We only signed on for four years.
I get to the bottom of the letter and he tells me that I need to come home. There are things going on that I need to know about. He says that I wouldn’t want to hear about any of it in a letter. I frown at his vague words. I am not sure how I feel about going back there. I never wanted to see that she has moved on.
I run my hand over my face as I drop the letter on the floor next to me. I grab the stack of mail and start going through it. I see my seven year old pen pal has written. I smile. He is a funny little guy. Someday I hope to meet him. There are several letters written in a soft female handwriting. For some reason it seems familiar to me. It has no return address. I tear it open and I pull the letter out.
Dear Chase,
I am sorry it took me so long to find you. I know that my apology is long over do. I know that you didn’t do what I accused you of doing. I wish that I could take back those words I said to you that day. I would if I could. They have tormented me since I found out about their validity.
I would like to see you whenever you have a chance. I know you probably don’t want to see me but there are many things that I need to discuss with you. Things that are better said in person. I really am sorry for the way we left things and I hope that someday you will forgive me.
Love,
Soma
I read the words written by the only woman I have ever loved over and over again. She finally realized that I never cheated on her. Fat lot of good it does me now. I am equal parts glad and angry that she wrote to me. Maybe it is time for me to talk to her. If I see her and see that she has moved on, maybe it help me to finally let her go. I can stop having the reoccurring dreams and sleep well again.
I put my head in my hands. What if I just realize that I still love her and always will? That is the bigger possibility. I fall back on my bed and fall asleep. I need to be rested either way.