You're Coming With Me

Part 2

 As the majority of men tend to ask women to do, I was subject to putting his car keys, phone and chewing gum into my handbag. Which none of us knew would be his downfall. He was feeling rather ill and consequently bid me farewell. Gave me a smooch, declared his love to me and said he'd prove it to me when we got off the boat. I believed him too. 

When I got to the second, I couldn't help but notice it was at the very end of the bland corridor. When I say bland I mean bland. I was the only thing there. Could have at least added an indoor plant. In my drunken state, I glanced at my watch. 1:41 AM. Did he go and get a spare key at reception to get in or could he be looking for me? I lifted my head back up. It felt like one of those big boulders that the attractive weight lifting men pick up on TV and I noticed the fatigue creeping in. Despite this, all these thoughts were swimming around in there.

I then spotted a little turtle teddy laying just at the footing of the door. It looked like a make of "build a bear" and I'd always wanted one of those. I picked it up and at that same moment a murmur sounded from (what sounded) within, just low enough to distinguish the words. "Please, not again. Not here Michael please..." A female voice. My brow arched and I stopped breathing at the name and in fear of not hearing what else was to come. A slap followed and I thought God I hope it wasn't what I thought it was. I was stood outside someone's cabin door whilst they had some frisky business. Awkward. Even closer than the previous sound was a minor whimper but different to the female voice. This alarmed me a little more. Now silent, I turned around to look down the corridor. Nothing. No sound. No movement. Only the subtle sensation of the boat rocking forwards and backwards.   

I carried on listening, moving closer to the door now. My own breathing was the only audible thing then. I was well familiarized with the positioning of the cabins decor and furniture and at the left of the door on the inside was a little cupboard. From here, I gathered, was the whimper and a delicate shush from a similar feminine but male voice. A young voice possibly? I listened for a few longer minutes. A bang. A female cry. "Keep it fucking shut now." I carried on listening, moving closer. How I didn't head-but the door I don't know. The male voice I'd heard many times. "It was only a small skirt - I'll make them longer next time. I didn't want to upset you but it was elegant!" Another slap. "You won't be wearing one again! I damn told you!" A bigger bang and a harsher female cry. At this point I'd heard enough but was intoxicated and thought best to go to bed and not make any large moves. It could be the two rooms side by side with different going ons inside.

On the way back to my room I dropped off all items of his at reception. Including the turtle teddy. Although if that was his then maybe he wasn't as tough as I initially thought. At that I giggled to myself. The same receptionist from earlier now looked worried at me. That tickled me even more. Despite being severely confused and distraught, I surprisingly slept through. Or possibly passed out. All the same.

First thing in the morning, he was knocking on my door. I told him about his bits and bobs. He said he'd come back after he got them. Somehow this made me feel uneasy.

My eyes widened. About 15 minutes later, whilst I sat on the toilet, I glanced in the mirror and was reminded of last night's events. They should never place mirrors where you can see yourself sat on the loo. It's a rule. He came back then. He'd never been violent with me but he had been the night before... Should I have been scared? He looked so handsome and in good spirits. I still chose no confrontation just in-case.