C. Brown: Compromising

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“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to focus through tear streaked eyes.

My mother turned her hateful gaze on me, smiling as she took in my anguish.

“I told you. The hospital called. I knew whatever it was, it was something you had done, and whether you meant for it to happen or not, I had to come.”

“Excuse me? You didn’t know whether I meant for it to happen? You can’t decide if I wanted an angry, hateful guy to beat my ass and come close to raping me? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Cassie, you and I both know that you like to play the victim card. And by the looks of things, it seems you’ve already gotten your boyfriend hook, line, and sinker. The way he looked at me with such contempt in his eyes tells me that you’ve laid it on thick where I’m concerned.” She plopped down in a chair. “I don’t really give a rat’s ass. I think the predicament that you’ve found yourself in speaks for itself.”

“You are a piece of work. You spent six hours on the road for what? To come here and try and tear me down. Well, you’ve wasted your time. Why don’t you go and find a liquor store and wash down your pharmacy of pills? I’m surprised you aren’t shaking from withdrawals right now.”

Her hatred flared up in her eyes again, and she was just about to say something else when there was a knock on the door.

“Hey! How are you doing?” Dalton cheerfully asked, before noticing my expression and dropping his own smile. “Did I come at a bad time?”

I rolled my eyes. “No, you came at just the right time. Emmalyn was just leaving.”

“Does your boyfriend know about this one? Are you opening your legs for him too?”

“Whoa! Who are you?”

“This is my sorry excuse for a mother, and she was just about to walk her ass right back out of my life.”

“Emmalyn Bennett,” she said, reaching her hand out for his. Dalton’s eyes drifted down to her hand, but he never reached his out to meet her. “Please tell me you aren’t fucking my daughter too? I’d like to think that I raised her with some sort of decency.”

“You didn’t fucking raise me. I raised myself. A doped up mom can’t raise anything or anyone.”

“Okay, It’s best for you to leave,” Dalton said. His skin flushed crimson red as his eyes angrily pinned her down.

My mom took a long look at him, then over to me. She let out a sinister laugh. “I’ll be staying at the Best Western right off base. I’ll see you when they finally let you out of here.” She brushed past Dalton, then turned around. “It’s hard to be sympathetic when you just can’t seem to learn from your mistakes, Cassie Lynn.”

“I have learned from them. Now go ahead and walk out that door because I don’t ever need you to come for me ever again.”

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Dalton stayed with me that night, begging the nursing staff to allow him to crash in the chairs. He said he couldn’t…that he wouldn’t leave me after having to deal with such a heinous monster, but my mother’s poison hadn’t come as a shock to me. She reserved a special amount of bitterness where I was concerned, but the way she was so open and free flowing with it had definitely surprised Dalton.

The next day was a lazy one. Although I was feeling much better, my wrists were still quite sore as was my face. Sleep was often interrupted by the nurses, but the images of what Allen had done to me haunted me at night, adding to my insomnia. The eerie sound of his voice as he viciously attacked me played over and over, leaving me gasping for breath.

I was lucky to have escaped that assault with only the injuries that I had. Had Allen succeeded with his warped plans, my soul would have been shattered, and I wouldn’t have been any good to myself or anyone else. The thought of his cock inside of me made my skin crawl, and I found myself desperately seeking anything else to make it go away.

Of course, as the true masochist that I found myself turning into, my mind traded one troublesome thought for another. When I was reliving the nightmare that Allen had inflicted on me, I was worried sick about Alex and how he was holding up. First Sergeant O’Hara seemed to be going for the jugular, and he didn’t show any signs of relenting. Our communication had been cut—Alex was placed on barracks restriction, and I was left in the hospital. As stir crazy as I was beginning to get, I could only imagine what he was going through.

Alex loved hard, and he had sacrificed himself, but I was afraid that no amount of preparing could have gotten him ready for the battle that he was about to fight. Our love had proven resilient in the throes of some testing times. I wasn’t concerned with if we’d make it. I knew that after everything we had been through we were destined to be together, but I needed to know at what cost.

The fear of Alex and me being split apart still loomed over my head. First Sergeant O’Hara said that I would be assigned at Twenynine so that I could participate in the investigation into the Allen, but that didn’t mean Alex was safe. O’Hara could pull a whole host of things, or he could leave him alone. After what I had witnessed, the latter seem highly unlikely.

So here I sat, in the hospital bed, yearning to get out, and get Alex back by my side. I wanted to snuggle up next to him and let him massage my head while I fell asleep. I wanted to smell that husky male scent that lingered on his caramel skin. I wanted to stare into his beautiful, honey hued eyes. Sadly, I couldn’t do any of that, and I wasn’t quite sure when I would ever have that option again.

Dalton had brought me some magazines from the seven-day store, leaving me with something to try and occupy my time. I had just gone through the third one when there was a forceful knock on the door. I looked up to find First Sergeant O’Hara striding into the room with a manila folder in his hand and a Staff Sergeant by his side. His dark, beady eyes locked with mine, draining the life from my body. His face…his demeanor had a way of killing me softly, and here he was doing just that.

“Good morning, Pfc. Bennett. How are you feeling today?” he asked, in a cold, dry tone.

“I’m feeling much better, First Sergeant.”

He looked around the room, then focused his laser sharp gaze on me. His appearance made me wholly uncomfortable, and chills shot down my spine as goosebumps sprouted all over my arms.

“I’m going to be brief because I have quite a few pressing matters to take care of. I asked you before if there were anything that you wanted to tell me, and you had nothing to say, but I’m positive you were protecting Sergeant Cruz. You may be new to the Corps, Pfc. Bennett, but you know and understand the rules. Fraternizing is a highly punishable offense and undermines the fabric of our schoolhouse. Cruz is strung high and will fall hard, but you don’t have to go with him.”

He looked to the Staff Sergeant who moved closer into the room and handed him a pen.

“I am giving you the opportunity to speak out. Instructors who find themselves in this mess often have power issues and seek to assert their authority over a Marine of lesser stature. You, Pfc. Bennett, are that Marine of lesser stature and Cruz is power hungry, looking to prop himself up. As a young Marine, you probably felt pressured, and I understand that. It isn’t easy to tell someone in a position of authority no, but if you sign this form, stating that Sergeant Cruz coerced you into this forbidden affair, and consent to testify against him at his court-martial, I will make sure that you remain free and clear to move on with your life.”