Thread: Rape Camp (skittish_butterfly & littlerooster)

Jen woke without realizing she'd been asleep, not until she realized the room had gone dark and the tv gone quiet and her hair a mess in her eyes. She didn't even remember turning off the tv. She usually slept with it on, like Dad, at least she had back home, before Basic. Back home. Her apartment. Basic. Places and times seemed to mix together in her half-awake state as her eyes flitted around the dark room, only a little dim light of a new day outside making it through the drawn shades. She felt that weird disconnect, as if she should be able to look to her right and see the old chest of drawers with the mirror and jewelry box on top, or the bathroom door with its night light glowing in the mirror straight in front of her, or over to her left should be the door to the hallway and her parent's room, no, no, the latrine. Wait, where was she? Things weren't where they were supposed to be. Then she started to realize where she was, and what she was seeing. The hotel room. The Sergeant's hotel room. Her bare legs on the rough fabric of the bed's comforter, nothing covering her but the towel still wrapped around the middle. Oh no. And there slumped deep in the comfy arm chair was the Sergeant himself, staring right at her with his chin in his palm, breathing heavily. Jen gathered her arms around herself, her shoulders bare and close to shivering in the room's air conditioning, clutching the towel suddenly tighter around herself. It looked like the Sergeant was staring, he was perving out on her! No, no, wait. He was snoring. Sergeant Kruger must have come in during the night some time. Jen thought about it and could only guess she must have been so worn out from stress and nervousness about the camp that she didn't even wake up. Just like Monday mornings back home, Dad always told her she was a hard to wake up sleepy head. She pulled the towel even a little tighter, wishing it could stretch a little farther down over her thighs so she could sneak into the bathroom and dress, the Sergeant's deep snores no guarantee he couldn't wake up at the most inopportune moment. Jen stopped abruptly, realizing what she'd forgotten. She'd slept almost the whole night, clearly morning outside the window's drawn shades already, and her mom and dad's picture and Dad's medals were still in her pack. It was something she never forgot. She leaned over the side of the bed, careful not to let her towel slip loose, and took the picture frame out and perched their image -- taken back when they were still smiling together -- on the bedside. Then she she carefully, almost ritually, draped one of his medals on each corner. Her fingers ran fondly along the smooth worn top of the frame for a minute, and then she touched each medal and leaned back against the pillow, head turned to the side looking at them with a sigh. Her eyes caught some tiny motion in the dark, and her head snapped toward the Sergeant, her hair flipping about on the pillow enough she had to brush a few stray strands out of her eyes. Was his head still... had he... was he awake? It was hard to tell in the dim light of dawn. But then she was sure, he clearly blinked. Sarge? You... Sarge? You're awake? Why.... you came back and you... you didn't give me my key! Wrapped in just the towel, only her most essential parts even covered at all, Jen's cheeks grew hot as she had to confront the fact she was all but naked on the Sergeant's bed, realizing he was looking at her. He was right there next to her, in nothing more than a robe himself, his barrel chest so visible like he was Clark Kent who'd dozed off in the middle of changing into Superman. It made her feel even more self-conscious of how barely covered she was. Jen drew her knees up together and twisted a little as if that would somehow make it better. You were... I didn't expect you back... I just took a... you know, a shower and... fell asl... if you could just, you know, look over... I could slip into the bathroom and get... hey, what the hell happened with you and Little Miss Table 6? Why are you even here? She didn't let you stay for the Breakfast Combo? It was mean. It was petty, but walking up in a strange hotel in a strange guy's bed with him watching her left Jen feeling vulnerable and annoyed and embarrassed. Turning up all but naked in his bed like Goldilocks under the great big papa bear's eyes was absolutely embarrassing, and Jen just hoped the room was dim enough to conceal how red her face was, and not just make it look like a glowing red beacon in the room's darkness.