C. Brown - Compromising

I lifted Cassie off the ground and slung her over my shoulder, her boots hitting me in the legs. I walked down the hallway but came to a halt at the sound of Riley’s voice.

“Can I bring Nat?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. And I’ll make sure that you clear shit up with her long before then.”

I turned and looked back to him, his goofy expression long gone and deep sincerity taking its place. “You’ve got it, man. I’m all over that.”

He smiled, then turned back for the couch. I couldn’t believe it, but I had just given in. It wasn’t as if I didn’t need to, but before Cassie, I had never admitted my wrongs and damn sure wasn’t one to spew apologies all over the fucking place. Cassie was doing things to me that I had never allowed before, and strangely enough, it all felt so good, so necessary.

When I got her into the room, I laid her down on the bed and helped her undress out of her cammies. “Only a few more days of this name tape,” I said, holding up her blouse that held her last name on one of the breast pockets.

“I know. How crazy is that?”

“Not crazy at all, Mrs. Cruz-to-be. I can’t wait to make you my wife, Blondie. Cassie Cruz has a beautiful fucking ring to it.”

She laughed. That beautiful, heart-warming, sensual laugh that had been missing in the past twenty-four hours. She undid her bun and allowed her long, luxurious hair to flow. I laid down next to her, gently rubbing her legs as she lay there in nothing but her underwear.

“I’m going to put a ring on your finger and spend every day tirelessly working to make you the happiest fucking girl on this planet.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“It’s true. Then we’ll tackle all of the looming bullshit, but as long as we’re together, Cassie, I’m damn certain that we can make it through anything.”

She turned to the side and kissed me while running her hand over my chest. I prayed that she wouldn’t want to jump to sex at that moment because I wasn’t ready to give it to her just yet. I wanted her, wanted her bad, but I wasn’t ready to jump that hurdle just yet. Time would mend the hurt that lay under the surface, and I needed time to get through this little hiccup, no matter how madly in love with Cassie I was.

Alex and I were really going to do it. He was ready to take the plunge.

For a moment, a piece of me feared that he was only jumping to marriage as a solution to our problems, but after listening to him gush over me carrying his last name all night long, that thought quickly faded away. This man, who had risked everything for me, was being dragged through the mud, and kicked every step of the way, was now wanting to throw the middle finger up to everyone who been trying to tear us apart.

I missed hanging with Dalton the night before, and I could hear the disappointment in his voice when I told him I’d needed a rain check, but Alex and I had stayed cuddled up together for most of the night. I figured I’d make it up to him with lunch because I knew that through all of this shit, he’d been there for me, but I was turning into a horrible friend.

I walked to O’Hara’s office to check in and be his little bitch for the day, I was surprised to hear him and Captain Hedlund exchanging words in such fierce and angry tones. Captain Hedlund was usually reserved, so it was a bit shocking to hear his voice elevate with exasperation. From what I could make out, he was wondering why O’Hara was still holding on to me—why I hadn’t executed the orders that were sitting in Admin awaiting me.

“While she is under investigation, she stays in this unit, Captain. We have the pre-trial hearing on Monday. Should be moving things along briskly from there,” O’Hara responded with a slight chuckle in his voice.

“This could have been handled as a strong NJP, First Sergeant. At least for Pfc. Bennett anyway.”

“I’m not NJPing anyone,” he hissed. Even without seeing him I could picture those small, beady eyes turning into reptilian slits as he unleashed his venom out through his words. “There is a lack of fucking respect for the Corps here. We have an NCO who thinks he walks on goddamned water and a boot who believes the rules don’t apply to her. Now I know it is your job—your duty—to represent them to the best of your ability, and I don’t fault you for that, but it is also my job to uphold the values of the Marine Corps, a Corps that has given me everything I could have ever wanted. A Corps that I took a bullet for in Kandahar. A Corps that is so thickly embedded into me that I can’t fucking breathe without it. So excuse me for skipping the simple NJP and wanting to exercise some discipline where it is clearly lacking, Captain.”

There was a brief silence, then Captain Hedlund spoke up again. “Well, First Sergeant, then I will see you and Major Godinez in court. But I warn you that if you fail to get a conviction, all bets are off. You cannot turn around and NJP them then.”

“I’m well aware of that, Captain.”

“Have a nice day, First Sergeant.”

I scampered away, not wanting to be found as the eavesdropper that I had become. This was personal for First Sergeant O’Hara. I had no clue why, but he wanted Alex and me and he wanted us badly. A simple NJP had never even crossed his mind, even though that was a slam dunk. I wondered what he had on us besides the words of a few people that led him to believe he’d easily get a conviction.

My mind was moving at warp speed as I stood in the breezeway, just down the hall from O’Hara’s office. When I finally came to, Captain Hedlund was nearing, his eyes low and questioning.

“Good morning, Pfc. Bennett.”

I quickly snapped back to the here and saluted him, then grew restless waiting on any news from him. “Good morning, Captain Hedlund. Any word on my orders?”

“It seems like everything is being held up by this court-martial. As soon as you can execute them, I will let you know. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some things to take care of.”

I saluted him again then watched as he walked away. O’Hara had a way of getting under anyone’s skin, and if he had successfully irritated and angered Captain Hedlund, then I knew the anger that burned inside of me was fully warranted.

I spent the day running First Sergeant O’Hara’s errands, then cleaning out storage sheds so that he could store away some boxes that I had filled from old meaningless junk in his office. He was finding any and everything that required little to no brain cells for me to do. Anything to fill my day and keep me under his cold, watchful eyes. I tried hard not to let my anger show as I knew that he was looking for it, and a couple of times I almost gave in and let him have it, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I didn’t want him seeing the effect that his bullish ways were having on me. If anything, I wanted him to have to think harder…to have to work at getting under my skin because I knew that if he saw his shit was having little to no effect on me, it would irritate him just as much as he was truly irritating me.

My plans for lunch never happened. In fact, I never saw the outside of a building unless I was navigating my way to another building as I carried O’Hara’s shit from one place to the next. When I finally got a break for lunch, it was after the normal lunch hour, and I had just enough time to scarf my food down, then get back to whatever else he had planned for me for the day. Thankfully, I only saw him a few times—the rest of the time he was tied up in meetings.

I finally got in touch with Dalton and asked him to come by my room later in the evening. Alex wasn’t too thrilled that I was staying in my own room for the evening, but I needed to maintain my presence in the barracks, and I needed some alone time with Dalton. He was feeling brushed off, and I needed to hold on to my friend. He had been my right hand threw my secret relationship with Alex.

Dalton came by the room just as I was dressing after taking a long, hot shower. He came bearing food which I desperately needed; the little bit that I’d had earlier in the day was practically inhaled.

“Well, don’t you smell pretty,” he greeted, kissing the top of my head before making his way into the room. I’d missed him, and his loving and affectionate ways.

“Well, I smelled like a field Marine after working today, and my muscles feel as if I’ve been on a ten mile hump.”

He laughed and took a seat on my bed, taking two sub sandwiches and small bowls of pasta salad from the bag he was holding. I took a seat and dug in, savoring the food.

“So what’s the deal with these fraternizing charges? I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever.”

“I know, and I’m really sorry, but we found out who’s been talking.”

“Really? Do tell…”

I took another bite, trying to chew quickly before speaking again. “Do you know Sergeant Vernon?”

Dalton sat thinking for a minute before shaking his head.

“Well, apparently, he works in Admin and can’t stand Alex. It turns out he was in the tattoo shop just outside the gate and got to talking to Nat, Riley’s girl. Well, she was talking and somehow got onto Alex and mentioned me and how awesome we are. Sergeant Vernon gave the info to First Sergeant.”

“What a bitch. And what an asshole that guy is.”

“Natasha didn’t know, so I don’t fault her. But it doesn’t stop there.”

“Let me guess. Angelica ran her mouth?”

“I almost wish it had been her, but no. Shockingly, she hasn’t said anything, but Alex’s mom did.”

“What the fuck? I thought you said she liked you.”