The SEAL's Daughter

Mike nodded off during the drive from Pearl Harbor to the North Shore. He awoke at the front gate of Redelk’s beachfront home, his father in law gently shaking him. Mike stepped out of the truck, hearing the waves crashing gently against the rocks. He follows Redelk through the door, dropping the sea bag in the guest room. Mike sits down on the bed, unlacing his duty boots, kicking them off at the foot of the bed. Slowly he strips out of his cammies, leaving a streak of clothes in his wake as he stumbles into the bathroom. The steam of the shower fills Mike’s lungs, as the water stings his skin. He leans against the shower wall as his memory from the night before becomes clearer.

Dawn’s fingers run over Mike’s chest, her lips gently kissing him on the mouth, in the darkness he can see her green eyes shimmer as she moves down his body. She feels so right, everything in this moment is right, when he takes her in his arms and loves her the way he has for the last two years, with his whole heart. She sighs, laying her head on his chest, fingers grazing his stomach. That moment is shattered as four men burst into the bedroom, Mike can’t reach his sidearm fast enough to protect himself or his wife. One of the men rips Dawn from Mike’s grip, forcing her onto her knees on the bedroom floor. Dawn doesn’t make a sound, but the fear in her eyes says it all. Those same fear-filled eyes close, as the cold steel barrel of a .45 rakes her temple, Mike starts yelling as he comes up from the bed swinging. The butt of a combat shotgun meets with the back of his skull, things go dark.

Tears stream down Mike’s face in anger, he wished there was something more he could have done, but even he knew it would have cost them their lives, it was a helpless situation. Hell, he survived eighteen months in war torn Iraq, only to knocked unconscious in his own home by men kidnapping his wife. Something wasn’t right at all with that situation.