Band of Brothers Preferences and Imagines

Carwood Lipton Imagine #1

TW: Mentions of sexual assault, sexual assault

   I stood in the bathroom, clenching the bowl of the sick that hung on the wall. Tears dripped down my cheeks as I my chest heaved up and down and my breathing was shaky. My head was down, just looking down in the white porcelain of the sink. My fingers clutched the edges so hard, the tips of my fingers turned white. Hushed cries left my lips as I refused to look upwards into my reflection. I was disgusted with it.

  After a few minutes, I gathered the courage to face myself. I took a deep breath and held in my tears for a moment. My body lip quivered as I rose my head, my eyes meeting my reflection. The bruises left on my neck. The small bruise that rested on the right corner of my lip. My eyes fell to my wrists. The finger prints was clear that he left on my skin. I blinked tears back up as I took one more deep breath. My focus going back to my reflection within the mirror. The memories of the night before replaying in my mind.

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  I bent down to grab my towel off my cot. Along with my PT  shorts and shirt. It was late, probably around  ten o'clock at night. Humming as I grabbed my hair soap and other remedies I needed. 

  "Hey Y/N, what are you doing?" Luz asked as he was laying on his bed. A lit cigarette between his lips. Y/N looked up at him and smile slightly.

  "I'm going to take a shower. I need my privacy, so I thought after all the guys took their showers, I could take mine," I hummed in response. Luz just nodded and went back to whatever he was doing. As soon as I got everything I needed, I headed my way out of the barracks and to  the showers. It had been a while since my last shower, so I remember the happiness that floated around my brain just thinking about the feeling of the hot water.

  All was fine. I peeled off the uniform for the day and turned on  the hot water. A long sigh left my lips as the hot water rained onto my body. The stress and soreness of within my body leaving my bones. I began washing my hair, scrubbing the soap into my scalp. Humming as I did so. My eyes were closed as the water splashed onto my face. I was like in my own little world. With my eyes closed, the hot steam filling the wide room, climbing up the walls and going up into the air. Just the sound of the water splashing on my body and onto the tile floor. You get lost in it. I thought nothing of the such vulnerable state I was in. Oh how naive. 

  The sound of the boots hitting the water made me jump. Turning quickly to find the source of the noise. My eyes met with another trainee that was who I believed to be Fox company. My eyes widened while my arms tried to cover my bare body, but obviously  didn't do any justice. I shook my head as he just continued walking towards me. I began to back away, but quickly my back hit the cool surface of the tile wall within the showers. A small smirk was displayed on his lips and his eyes dark. Filled with something I couldn't even describe.

  His hands were rough along with his actions. When I tired to remove his hands from my skin, his slapped me across my face. I remember how hard he grabbed my wrist and how he took a fistful of my hair and yanked it back as he turned me around and pressed my face against the wall.

  After he finally left me alone, I was on the floor of the shower. My scalp was sore, I was littered with bruises, my bottom lip was split down the middle. My arms wrapped arm my torso as I just sat in a ball. My knees tucked into my chest. I was in shock. What just happened to me? I just let the water run over me. And soon, with the realization, I began to cry. I wept my little heart out for hours. Unable to move from my position. 

  Sergeant Lipton was the one who found me. He turned off the water and wrapped me in a towel. He didn't say anything for the first thirty minutes, but he already knew what happened.