We'll End Up In Hell Boys

“Dorian, where’s Lance? I need to talk to you both in private,” I whispered as I saw him on the couch. I left Isa in my room, braiding her hair. It was so curly and it took a lot of time to finish it. It was my golden chance. I looked around the room and I couldn’t see Roy, which was perfect. “Is Roy in his room?” I asked again and Dorian sat probably on the couch. It was obvious that he was confused by my sudden questions.

“Lance’s asleep, he was too tired to lift his legs on the stairs so I had to freaking carry his lazy butt all the way to his room and Roy is taking a shower, why you ask?” he answered and I sat next to him with a smirk on my face.

“You know how Roy and Ismarelda love each other but won’t admit it, right? Don’t you think it’s the perfect opportunity to leave them alone for a couple of hours? Maybe they will find the courage to open up to each other! If Lance’s asleep, let him be. We will take a walk in the neighborhood’s park until we feel the time is right to head back. What do you say?” I proposed my fine idea and he grinned. We’re the unofficial cupids and I love it.

“I’m in. Let me just wear my shoes and send a text to Lance and tell him not to get out of his room if he woke up. Just give me a minute,” he replied and I nodded. I was ready and I previously wrote a text to Isa saying that I wanted to get to know Dorian better and we went for a night walk. I was just waiting to get out of the house to send it so she won’t stop us. I wasn’t lying about getting to know Dorian better, I wanted to find more stuff about him. I was just not telling the whole truth.

“Done, let’s go,” he said and we walked out of the house. After a minute, I sent the text and put my phone in my back pocket. “It’s hot during the day and chilly during the night. I love this feeling!” Dorian commented after two minutes of silent walking.

“I agree, this weather makes me feel like I’m not the only one with mood swings!” I replied with a serious tone and we stopped walking for a second. I couldn’t keep a straight face for long and bust out laughing along with Dorian. “Thanks for laughing, I know I’m funny and one of a kind,” I joked with a hair flip and he nodded while wiping his happy tears.

“You are one of a kind!” He agreed and I felt my face tingle for a split second. I brushed the feeling off and continued walking.

“Um, Dorian...” I trailed off and he hummed. “What kind of injury made you an ex-sniper?” I asked the unavoidable question and waited for whatever reply. If he didn’t want to talk about it, I wouldn’t mind. I just had to let it out of my chest. We didn’t stop walking. He just didn’t say a word for solid five minutes and I was getting restless.

“Well, it’s nothing special but it’s literally physically painful to remember it. I guess that’s a reflex?” he said and I nodded with an encouraging smile. I was selfish that way but curiosity was killing me.

He cleared his throat and looked ahead. “While I was on a secret mission away from the homeland, I blew my cover when my rifle fell to the ground near a camp and made a loud noise. And so I was chased by the enemy. I ran for four hours straight that day trying to save my life, but someone from the enemy shot both my legs with their old rusty guns. I fell face first and waited for them to finish me off. To relieve me from my pain.” He took and deep breath and looked at the stars with a tight smile.

“I didn’t have bullets, I didn’t have my rifle or guns and most importantly, I didn’t have any backup because my mission was secret only my commander knew about, and he was away on a different mission. However, a miracle did happen when I lost all hopes of getting out of there alive. We should never lose hope. My miracle was my commander showing up on time. He saw my pathetic self laying on the filthy grounds and he lost it. He shot all of them without blinking and carried me on his shoulders for hours to his car.” I placed my hand on his shoulder and smiled.

“Wow...” I barely responded and he chuckled.

“I was saved by him and I’m forever in debt yet I couldn’t continue being a sniper for the army. My legs were too damaged to put pressure on them. A sniper had to lay on their stomach and knees to focus and do their job well, therefore, I had to leave the army. It was against my own will but my commander insisted. He told me that I did great out there... I didn’t! I failed them. I ruined the mission!” he explained everything and then he yelled the last sentence. I knew at that moment that it was sitting heavily on his shoulders for a while and I felt triggered. Angry even.

“Stop guilting yourself!” I slapped the back of his head and made him look me in the eyes. “You did great out there. Your commander wasn’t wrong about you, you did your job. You did what’s right! You are here today because you didn’t lose hope. You ran. You are alive today because of your will to survive and him. The same person who was in charge of you.” I spoke. “If anything, it’s his fault for sending you out there without any backup,” I muttered this sentence because I didn’t want to add to his sorrow. “But the point is that you must stop guilting yourself before I hit you in places you don’t want to be hit in. I admired your personality because you have charisma and leadership skills, don’t disappoint me, please!” I declared my opinions on his story and then sighed.

He seemed startled at my sudden outburst but I didn’t really care. I had to say it. If no one told him that before, no one would so it was my duty to ease his unreasonable guilt. Everyone had a limit and he was about to hit his if he didn’t realize that it was not his fault.