Its All Different Now
I awoke when Big Mac addressed me.
"Good morning, soldier. I see you've held the fort for the night." His sarcasm was undeniable.
"What?" I looked up expecting to see Sam. Of course she wasn't there.
"Oh Christ…" I ran my hand through my hair.
"Oh I'm sure she's around here somewhere." He smiled.
I nodded and got up. I stretched for long minute, having slept in a chair all night and feeling a little groggy.
"You look terrible…listen, how about I keep an eye out for her and you can go have a nice hot shower in the staff showers. Does that sound appealing?"
I considered this for a moment. I hadn't showered in days and I didn't know whether I would get another opportunity after all I wanted to take Sam home to hers and her shower wasn't working. Reluctantly, I nodded.
"Right then, I'll leave you to it, soldier."
I left the cubicle and fetched a new pair of scrubs, as my old clothes were too dirty, and went to the men's showers, passing a few staff rooms in which you could sleep if you had a night shift and a few hours to spare. The showers were all vacant, everyone either working or enjoying their day off. I stripped and hopped into the shower, turning it on and setting it to the hottest setting. I checked the temperature and when I felt comfortable with it, leant forward, exposing most of my body to the stream of water. I rested my head against the cold tiles and just thought. About Sam, about our relationship. The hot water rushed down my body and into my face. I spluttered out some water and spit and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. I squirted some into my palm and massaged it into my hair. Slowly but surely my scalp relaxed and I sighed, letting it work on my hair. After about a minute or two I rinsed and was onto the next section of the shower; I took some soap, even though I normally used body wash, and started foaming it so I could wash properly. Suddenly the door opened and I made a little jump, not expecting anyone here in these terminal stages of my shower. I felt the blood rushing to my face when I realized I hadn't locked my shower cubicle. I quickly turned off the shower forgetting about the soap still on my body and lunged for the door handle, leaning on it with while fumbling with the lock. The door swung open and almost slammed me in the face. At me looked Sam, a towel held out to me and an intense look in her eyes. I took the towel from her hands and wrapped it around my waist, not even drying myself off. Something was up.
"We need to talk." She said. What did that even mean? What did we have to talk about?
I nodded and pursed my lips, clenching and unclenching my jaw. I hated it when people told me to do something and neglected to tell me why. I followed her out and stood, trying to understand her body language. She was facing away from me. What did that mean?
"Sam, what is it?"
"Did you cheat on me?" I was taken aback by the question. I hadn't expected this. I answered slowly.
"You want the truth?"
"Yes. The full truth."
"No. I've never cheated on you. I admit to flirting with and watching other women but I have never been in bed with anyone other than you." I said and she sighed. Was it a sigh of relief or a sigh of disappointment. Maybe a bit of both?
"I'm-I…I cheated on you, Tom, well not really. I kissed someone, Tom. I'm sorry...So sorry." She confessed and started to sob.
I didn't expect that. I stared at her, confused and irritated. I didn't even think she was capable of doing that. The shock surged through my body and I felt anger build up inside me….