Chapter 84: Chapter 84

Chapter 84 who are you talking to?

I think all females can easily agree that shark week is the one of the most inconvenient, painfully annoying things that can happen to them. Many experience a full week of cramps that sends tremors of pain down their abdomen, and I was one of the unlucky women who has severe cramps.

Cramps are often accompanied by the sickening feeling of the intermittent stream of warm blood that seeps out between your legs. All in all, it's quite hellish.

I didn't show up to work that day the morning I discovered that I had been attacked by the force of mother nature sometime during the early morning hours. I'm on day three now, lying on my stomach with a warm water bottle pressed up so hard against my lower abdomen that it feels like it could pierce my flesh.

My teeth grit together and I wish to catch even a minuscule amount of sleep.

But alas, my womb has decided to torture the living hell out of me and refuses to let me sleep. At that moment, I imagine all the creative ways I could rip out my own uterus, and I find that a revenge plan against my own body certainly distracted me a bit from the pain.

Sweat dripped from my brow as another wave of pain viciously attacked me, and I let loose a groan of frustration and pain. I had to go to the bathroom, and I was dreading the trip because any sudden movement at this point could send my cramps into overdrive.

It felt like there was lions bouncing about in my womb, ripping, clawing, and trying to tear their way free from my own flesh. I hobbled like an old, crippled woman as I trekked to the cramped, tiny bathroom in my apartment.

I sit down on the toilet seat, and reach for the drawer that is stocked full with feminine products.

Or, what I meant to say was should be stocked full of pads, because much to my horror, it was empty. "Fuck!" I curse aloud. I'm not normally one to curse loudly, but desperate times calls for desperate measures.

And this was certainly a "fuck everything" moment.

To make matters even worse, a knock rattles the front door. I growl in frustration, violently ripping strands of rough, cheap toilet paper from the roll and stuffing it in my pants. The knock sounds again, further adding to my irritation. "Hold on one minute!" I screech.

I pull my pants up, rushing and hobbling to get to the front door in a timely fashion. But upon my hurry, I fail to realize that a wall is in my way, and when I turn the corner, my foot slams into the wall painfully, sending me flying to the ground.

"DOUBLE FUCK!" I scream, knowing the person outside the door can very well hear me.

I hold my aching foot, cradling it in my hands, and at that moment, my cramps worsen. "I get the point, you hurt! Now can you shut up please and behave for your human host?" I growl out angrily.

By the time I reach the door, my hair is askew in all directions. My fluffy pajamas with whales floating around on them are wrinkled to the point of oblivion. A permanent scowl is etched onto my face. Toilet paper hangs out the front of my pajama bottoms but I'm too fed up to care.

I'm sure I look sick and tired as hell, too, but I didn't want to check myself in the mirror this morning, lest I scream from my reflection.

I don't even check to see who it is at the door. I just swing it open angrily, the door hitting the wall behind it with a satisfying bang.

"What do you wa-" I swallow my words when I see who's at the door. It was Colton. I hadn't seen him for at least five days, and so I should've known that he would be checking up on me soon.

He always checks up on me if we don't see each other for more than a couple days.

He walks right in, brushing past me. "Hey, I didn't say you could come in!" I exasperate. He doesn't listen, instead, he makes himself comfy on my couch. I bite back the insults that wish to spill from my lips.

I narrow my eyes at Colton when I see he's wearing a smirk as he looks up at me. He takes in my appearance - the bags under my eyes that seem like they could be packed like a suitcase, my frazzled hair. The toilet paper hanging out from the waistband of my pajama bottoms.

"Someone's having a rough morning." He says, a cocky tone underlying his voice.

I don't have the energy to even snap at him, so I sigh before dramatically collapsing to the floor face first. "Don't even mention it." My voice comes out muffled since my face is pressed into the short carpet.

"Who were you talking to?" He asks.

"Hmph?"

"I heard you cursing and talking when I knocked on the door." He says.

"I was talking to myself." I spit out in frustration.

"Why?" I'm sure he's looking at me like I'm a psycho woman. Hell, maybe I am.

"Isn't it obvious?" I ask.

"No."

"It's shark week." I rush out.

"What in the name of all things dark and evil is shark week?" He asks, sounding disgusted and confused. I sit up, observing his features. He truly has no idea what I'm talking about.

"You know, the week of Satan? Aunt Flo has come to town, the Red badge of courage?"

He shakes his head quickly and in rapid movements. Then it hits me....he's been on his own all his life, he wouldn't know code words for that time of the month, nor would he be very familiar with periods in the first place.

"Period. I'm on my period." I say bluntly.

His mouth forms in the shape of an "O" and he looks like he has so many questions.

"Can women bleed to death on their periods?" He asks, sounding genuinely worried.

"It sure can feel like it sometimes." I reply gruffly.

He grunts, and looks like he's at a loss for words. He even looks slightly uncomfortable and I laugh. Only, when I laugh, it causes my abdominal muscles to tighten ever so slightly, making painful contractions ripple through out my body.

"Shit, my body won't even let me be happy!" I cry out, feeling tears sting my eyes. It suddenly feel like I could cry, even though there wasn't even a reason to cry.

I'm an emotional mess.

"You know what I was struggling with when you knocked on the door, Colton?"

He looked rather uninterested but I didn't care. I needed someone to rant to and that someone was going to be Colton. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

"Three damn days of this so far, and I had hardly any sleep. Then you know what I find? I find that I'm out of pads! And you want to know the worst part?"

"No-"

"I am too tired, and I'm in too much pain to go to the store and buy some more!" I wail, slumping to the ground in defeat.

"Is that why you have toilet paper hanging out of your-"

"Yes!"

I'm sure that I would be embarrassed about this whole thing later, when my cramps aren't the only thing on my mind, but that would be something I would have to worry about later.

Colton runs a hand through his dark hair, biting his lip and looking down at me. "I'll be back later." He says, quickly getting up off the couch and approaching the door with a quick pace.

"Where are you going?" I ask. Deep down I didn't really want him to leave, he had just gotten here and....I found I liked his company.

"I have some.....things I have to take care of." He says. He sounds stern and he keeps his face stoic, so I'm unable to draw clues of what his actions may be.

"Okay....stay out of trouble, you hear?" I say, lecturing him as if I was his mother.

He cracks a small smile. "What I'm going to be doing won't cause any trouble at all."

"Good, and you better keep it that way." I call out to him as he turns and leaves. He doesn't reply, instead, he just winks before softly shutting the door.

And then I'm left alone in my own silence once again. I don't feel like moving, and I'm awfully tired having received next to no sleep the last couple of days.

So I doze off onto the floor, my cramps fading like a dying heart beat as I finally find my peace in the realm of sleep.

* * *

I awoke three hours later, not on the floor, but on the couch. A thin blanket was thrown over me and my cramps were not as intense as they were earlier. The smell of greasy fast food wafted in the air and as my eyes slowly cracked open, I could see what looked like grocery bags on the counter.

I groan, stretch, and yawn upon sitting up. I'm incredibly thirsty and I'm sure I look like some sort of a dried up mummy right about now.

Throwing the blanket off of my body, I wander to the little kitchen counter that has mysterious bags sitting atop them and open one of the bags up, finding french fries and a burger in them. I squeal in delight, immediately ravishing the fries and stuffing them into my mouth quite unladylike.

But I didn't care, I was so hungry and I hadn't had french fries in so long. The golden little potatoes were quickly meeting their end and I tried to force myself to slow down in order to savor the moment.

I hear a low chuckling behind me and nearly collapse from a heart attack with my mouth full of food. I calm down when I see it is just Colton again, walking through the door of my apartment uninvited.

In one of his hands, he has a smaller bag and sets it on the counter.

"I had a feeling you would like those." He says, gesturing to the fries that I was currently eating.

"Oh, yes, I-I'm sorry, these were for me, right? You didn't want any, did you?" I ask, suddenly concerned and slightly embarrassed at my selfishness. Maybe Colton wanted some? He seemed to be in a good mood today, and it was nice.

"It's fine, I bought that for you." He says, his voice even.

"Thank you so much, you really didn't have to buy me lunch-"

"Dinner." He corrects.

"What?"

"It's six o' clock in the evening." He states.

"Oh...well time sure flies." I say, scratching my head in confusion. Perhaps my nap was longer than three hours.

I eat the food he brought me, and as I eat I think. My eyes glance at Colton, who is sitting on the couch, leaning back with his ankles crossed. "Colton?"

"What." He says, not really sounding like a question.

"When I fell asleep, I was on the floor, but when I woke up, I was on the couch covered in a blanket." I say.

I watch as Colton scratches the back of his neck uncomfortably and leans forwards slightly. His feet twitch a bit and he starts acting shy. I think it's cute, but I would die before I'd admit that.

"About that....I told you I would be back so when I finally did come back after a couple hours, I knocked but you didn't answer so I became worri--I mean I opened your door and found you asleep on the floor. I decided to pick you up and put you on the couch because you looked cold and uncomfortable." He says shyly.

By the time he's done talking, my cheeks hurt from smiling too hard. Of course, I quickly hide my intense smile a bit by the time he has the courage to look me in the eyes.

"Well, thank you for doing this for me, I appreciate it." I say. Funny how the people you would expect to be the last to show kindness actually are genuine.

Sometimes it just goes to show that sometimes, the most genuine people are not powerful people, or the brighter part of humanity that we tend to look up to, but actually the ones that are broken and suffer the most.

"It wasn't a big deal." Colton waves it off nonchalantly.

But to me, it was a big deal, because I haven't been shown much kindness for years.

"What's in the other bag?" I ask, going to the other bag on the counter. And when I look in, I'm surprised at what I find.

I pull out at least eight different boxes of pads and tampons, my eyes widen and my jaw drops.

"Oh, that," Colton says, laughing awkwardly, "There was so many different kinds at the store, that I didn't know which ones to get so....I-I bought one of each kind."