Torturer To Remedy (Short Story)

Intuition |Chapter 5|

FAITH'S POV🦋

This morning I spent at least an hour in the bathroom. Part of it was taking care of my hygiene but the other part was staring at my body in the mirror.

Lately my breasts had been hurting making it uncomfortable to wear a bra. I don't know it appeared as though they were swollen and heavier or something. I had been throwing up the past few days all throughout the day. Any food that I'd eaten, I just couldn't keep it down. Certain smells or food was bothering me, making me feel sick. It also seemed as though I was always tired. I'd definitely been sleeping more but most of the time it's because I feel dizzy if my head is killing me which I'm thinking it's from my head being smashed into a mirror but I don't know....

I didn't feel right.

My first thought was horrific. I thought I was pregnant, but I'd started my menstrual cycle so that couldn't be. Maybe I felt this way because of my menstrual cycle.

Either way, I needed to know what was wrong with me but if I went to the doctors my father would be alerted immediately and I didn't want him to get angry and use me as a punching bag.

Anyways, a few days ago I was supposed to go grocery shopping but I wasn't feeling well. I'm still not feeling well but today is a little better so that's what I went to do and I was in a good mood because graduation was tomorrow and I couldn't wait to be done with high school.

Of course I had to tote Gen around with me. We ended up getting a cab everywhere because even though my dad had two cars, I couldn't drive and he would most definitely kill me if anything happened to his car.

First we stopped at the grocery store to make groceries, then back home so I could put them away. I also had to pee really bad, then I went to the mall to get a dress for tomorrow along with some shoes and accessories. After that I went to a hair appointment and got a lace wig installed. I ended up going to the nail salon and had a mini panic attack when I looked at the time because I knew I was going to get home late. It was already past the time for my father to get home from work and I hadn't made dinner which meant I was in for a rough one.

"Your nails pretty mommy." Gen complimented.

"Thanks baby." I smiled.

"I can get my nails pretty?" She asked looking at her tiny fingers.

I laughed,"Sure, when you're older baby."

"How old?" She asked.

"Maybe fourteen." I told her.

She gasped,"That's long mommy."

I nodded giggling,"Yes it is."

It was around seven when we finally got back home. I was carrying a sleeping Gen in my arms along with a few bags. I opened and shut the door quietly dropping my bags at the door before treading to her room. I laid her down in her bed and threw a blanket over her.

I would wake her up for dinner.

Gently, I closed her door before going to the kitchen to throw something on really quick.

I was gonna make some chicken fettuccine with garlic bread since it was fast and hopefully I wouldn't have to suffer any consequences.

Mentioning that, the front TV was on and my dad's car was in the driveway but he was nowhere in sight. He was probably in his room which meant I had a little time.

I took out some pots, rinsed them out, cut up some chicken breasts threw them in the pot with fresh cut seasoning and began to add spices. I put a pot of water on for the pasta to bowl and fetched the fettuccini sauce. I grabbed the pizza pan from the bottom cabinet, sprayed Pam on it and began to place the garlic bread popping it into the oven.

When the chicken was fully cooked, I dumped the sauce in the pot adding a few more spices until it was flavored to my liking.

In the mist of doing so I began to feel a little queasy again in which I don't know why. All I ate today was fries so I should be starving but instead I felt like barfing.

I took a few deep breaths calming it down. I'd cooked the pasta and turned the sauce off and was bending over to take the second batch of garlic bread out because Gen loved it and could eat like four by herself, when hands gripped my rear end making me jump. I sat the pan on the countertop closing the oven abruptly as I turned around.

The quick motion made me dizzy and that nausea came back.

"Oh, um, dinner's ready." I responded as he put out his blunt.

"Where were you?" He asked.

"I had to run a few errands," I replied,"I did some grocery shopping...."

"I see that." He moved closer to me and I backed away a bit ending up near the sink.

"Y-Yeah." My voice grew shaky as he moved closer,"I'm sorry I was late. There was just a lot to be done."

His fingers went to my hair playing with the bouncy curls and trailing down to my neck. His fingers gripped the back of my neck bringing my head up as he leaned down to kiss me. I pulled back a little telling him,"I'm on my period."

He ignored me proceeding to kiss me. My nausea was peaking. I placed a hand on his chest pulling away,"Wait." I attempted to control my breathing,"Daddy I don't feel good."

"I can make you feel better."

"No—" He attached his lips to mine again and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop the flood of vomit. I began to puke a little making him pull away. I rushed to the sink throwing up those fries I'd mentioned and the rest was pretty much dry heaving because my stomach was empty.

"I'm sorry." I spit turning on the water. I began to rinse my mouth and my face,"I'm so sorry."

I grabbed some paper towels drying my face. When I turned around my father wasn't there.

I grabbed my chest rethinking my previous thoughts.

I need to get a test...

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