Silvia Takes a Shower

Silvia loaded up her shower caddy and grabbed her towel. She hated living in the dorms. It was loud. The A/C sucked. The twin bed was small and uncomfortable. But most of all she hated the showers.

Hey Silv… whatcha up too?” That asshole Andrew said as she walked past down the dorm hall. It was a Sunday night and everyone was home preparing for another long week of classes ahead.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She replied coolly. Clearly she had a towel over one arm and her shampoo and supplies in the other.

“Relax. I’m just trying to make conversation.” Brad sounded a little hurt as he watched the blonde walk away from him without looking back.

“We left you plenty of hot water!” This time it was the brunette Alaina and her roommate Marlena the black girl. They both lived across the hall from Andrew and were wrapped in their towels obviously having just showered themselves.

“Thanks!” Silvia tried to put some false cheerfulness into her voice at the passing coeds. But in reality she didn’t like either girl.

Finally she reached the women’s bathroom at the end of the hall. Another reason to hate this stupid dorm, she thought, I have the room furthest from the bathroom.

In the small outer atrium just past where the toilet stalls and sinks were was a small changing room. Just big enough for a few bench’s where people could leave their stuff and hang up their dry clothes. Silvia quickly stripped and neatly stacked her clothes on the empty bench. She left her room keys and cell phone right on top of the pile and took her shower caddie and towel with her back to the stalls.

“Of course they’re fucking broken again.” She referenced the rods that normally hung the curtains for the three stalls that lay broke on the ground. At least once a month someone would stumble back to the dorm drunk to shower and break them.

“I fucking hate this place.” She muttered as she dropped her towel and hung it up on the peg across from the first stall. She then proceeded down to the third stall furthest from the door. With no curtain she didn’t want the water to splash back and get her towel wet. And by going to the third stall it helped guarantee that even if another girl came into shower they were less likely to walk all the way down there and spy her.

Carefully she arranged her lotions and shampoos on the shelf around the bottles left by others. She was just about to turn on the water when she paused.

“Is Someone there?” She asked aloud to no response. Of course someone’s probably there, she thought. I’m basically showering in a public fucking bathroom. Some girl probably just walked in to take a shit. And with that she turned on the water.

As she showered and went through her routine she heard the occasional bump or noise, but again dismissed it as her fellow classmates coming and going from the bathroom beyond.

Finally setting down her razor she turned off the water, all of her usual shower to dos checked off. Twisting her bleached blonde hair to wring the water out she stepped out of the shower to grab her towel…

“What the fuck?” She whispered as she looked at the hook outside the first stall. She was sure she’d left her towel there. But the hook was empty. She looked up and down. Even quickly checked the other stalls. Nothing.

“Oh no…” an idea hit her and she quickly scrambled out to the changing area.

“Are you fucking…” she stared at the empty bench where her clothes, keys, and phone had been. “Where the fuck are my clothes!”