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Carlos had never considered himself a hero. He served his country and he believed in what he did. But the nature of it; the sweat and blood, the bullets. The death. None of that was heroic. He had volunteered to kill. Did that make him a hero? He had stood by while his superiors tortured a man, and later, had done the torturing himself. He’d felt particularly un-heroic in that moment. Not villainous. It was necessary. He didn’t just believe that, he knew it to be true. Keeping a country safe meant violence and suffering. Better the enemy than the people back home, his people back home.
But he’d never felt less like a hero as he sat behind the wheel of his truck and waited for Rachel to come back out after telling her parents she was pregnant. She hadn’t wanted him with her when she broke the news. She hadn’t wanted him around at all, but they both knew the only thing that would keep her father from killing them both would be the ring he’d bought her that morning and she’d slid furiously on her finger. She’d never forgive him. He was sure of that. She’d thought she was sleeping with a hero. But he wasn’t. Carlos Manoso would never be a hero, not if he lived to be a hundred years old.
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#01 - Hero
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But he’d never felt less like a hero as he sat behind the wheel of his truck and waited for Rachel to come back out after telling her parents she was pregnant. She hadn’t wanted him with her when she broke the news. She hadn’t wanted him around at all, but they both knew the only thing that would keep her father from killing them both would be the ring he’d bought her that morning and she’d slid furiously on her finger. She’d never forgive him. He was sure of that. She’d thought she was sleeping with a hero. But he wasn’t. Carlos Manoso would never be a hero, not if he lived to be a hundred years old.
50scenes
#01 - Hero
226 Words