Ship Me Off [Completed]

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: If He's Here, Who's Running Hell?

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: If He's Here, Who's Running Hell?

Stephen Ludwig Goldburgen's P.O.V.

I sometimes wonder how I didn't go bat-shit crazy with Jonathan. There's nothing much about him really. Except that he wakes me up at four in the morning....

To blow his whistle at my ears

And practically screams  to wake me up...

Using a fucking megaphone.

"Get up soldier!" He yelled. I grunted and buried my face in my pillow, wanting a black hole to swallow him up.

He blew his whistle again so I had to cover my ears more.

"Are you deaf!?" He yelled again. I probably will if he keeps screaming so unbelievably close to my ears. "I said get up!"

"Give me five more minutes," I said lazily. For a moment there, he stayed silent. He didn't even blow his whistle this time. Huh, maybe Jonathan would let me off today.

But I was wrong. Oh boy, was I wrong.

Just when I was ready to drift off to dreamland again, I felt a cold splash of water on my head. I quickly got up, slightly surprised by his decision to throw a bucket full of cold water at me.

"What the hell," I cussed as I tried to wipe off the water off my face.

"Get up," he ordered. "We don't have all day. You better be down there before I come back with another bucket."

He slowly walked out the room as I let out a grunt.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

I decided to get up and follow him out before he comes back with another bucket. And I know him pretty well that he wouldn't use it to pour water on me this time. He'll probably use that to hit my head or throw it at my face. Either way, they're equally as painful.

I thought that being in this town would get me off with Jonathan's hellion infested hellhole. But no. He decided to bring it here with him.

So basically, Jonathan turned Will's glorious backyard into a mini boot camp, or as I would like to call it, the mini underworld sanctuary brought to you by none other than the devil himself.

He set all this up so I could be ready for the real military training. He made me climb walls, crawl on mud, jump from one spot to another, and climb more walls.

All of this could have been useful if I was breaking in inside someone's house.

By the time I was done with the first drill, I was already drenched in sweat. I took in deep breaths as I stood in attention facing Jonathan.

"Have you no shame, boy?" He questioned. "Was that the best you could do? A physically disabled five year old kid could do better than that!"

What about you shut the hell up.

"Are you just going to stare at me like that?" He asked.

"No sir," I answered.

"I did not give you permission to speak!" He pointed out.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

I tried to control my anger as I clenched my fist. "Permission to speak, sir."

"I can't hear you."

"Permission to speak, sir." I repeated more loudly this time.

"Permission denied," he said as he let out an evil smirk. "We don't have all day to talk, soldier. Now start running some laps."