The Shower Encounter

"That asshole is cheating on me, can you believe that?" She barged into my room, visibly drunk.

I jumped out of my bed to catch her before she fell to the floor.

"What's going on? You look wasted. I thought you were enjoying yourself with him." I stared at her, perplexed. "Where is he?"

"Gone!" she shot back. "I sent him back to that bitch, so he's out for good," she said as she almost staggered off my grip.

She reeked of alcohol, and I stood there wondering how long all of that had transpired while I remained in my room, dreading the thought of them together in that room... Alone.

"How'd you find out?" 

"She called his phone. I saw it."

"Is that it?"

That question was probably my worst mistake.

"The fuck do you mean by that? What more do I need?" she exploded. "He told me he wasn't speaking to her anymore, so why the fuck was she ringing him? Care to explain that to me?" 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to further upset you," I said in a bid to avoid a turnaround that'd cost me my peace that night.

"Come, let's get you cleaned up." I tried to take her to the bathroom, but she seemed reluctant and fought back.

"I'm grieving, and all you care about right now is me getting cleaned up? Don't you realize what just happened to me? We've been together for 3 years now. Three fucking years and now that motherfucker just blew it all away." She cried.

"Believe me, I get that, but you seriously need to get in the shower right now because you smell so bad. Get up; let's go. You can cry later."

I grabbed her off the floor and managed to take her to the bathroom. She was very flimsy, so I had to pull my weight to get things done. She was so gone; I knew I was in trouble.

"I need you to take off your clothes and hop into the shower. I'll be on standby in case you need anything," I said, feeling clueless.

"Don't leave me here. Bathe me instead."

Me? Bathe her? Clearly she didn't know what she was saying.

"I can't do anything right now. I need you." She said.

Those words suddenly made my heart leap for joy. I always wanted her to need me, and the right moment appeared to have presented itself. But I wasn't so sure about it. I just wasn't.

I watched her sit in the tub, looking at me in anticipation like a cute, little puppy.

That was the moment I knew it was over for me. There was no way out for me…