My 4 Older Brothers... (BABIED)

Chapter 4

❗️❗️THIS PART DOES CONTAIN THE MENTION OF BLOOD ❗️❗️

What I see in my underwear shocks me. I've never seen this before and I'm scared to death.

There is blood everywhere.

I got my period. I really had to get my period in the middle of the mall with my older brother !! I'm so pissed right now.

I've never had my period before and the only reason I know about it is because at school they make us what a puberty video about our bodies changing.

This is so embarrassing and I can't tell my brother.

I can't use toilet paper either because my underwear are all bloody and so are my leggings. At least my leggings are black so nobody saw but still.

This is why my back and stomach must've been hurting. It's period cramps. Ugh why did I not think of this.

I take of my underwear and I'm sitting on the toilet with nothing but a sweatshirt on. I wipe and all I see is blood.

Then all of a sudden I think about Wyatt. How am I going to tell him this ? He is going to be so grossed out. I'm this little sister that just walks into his life and I'm already being an issue.

I must've been in here for at least 15 minutes so he's probably starting to worry. And then all of a sudden I hear,

"Bri ? Are you alright in there?"

He's probably so confused.

I whisper yell back, "uh Wyatt we have a problem.."

"Yea what is it honey" he returns the favor by whisper yelling too.

"I...I'm bleeding".

"What ! Bri are you okay? What happened".

He stays so calm which kinda confuses me because I feel like he would be more worried.

"I-I-I ummm" I stammer, "Wyatt please come here" I'm starting to cry.

I'm not to embarrassed at the thought of my older brother coming in here to help me because I don't have a mother, or any girl, in my life that can help, so I'm just gonna have to make due.

"Yea baby just hold on sec...I'm gonna ask the mall staff if it's alright since I'm, well a boy going into a girls restroom" he says.

I don't say anything back, I just wait for him to come in.

It's been about 5 minutes and I here someone walk in.

"Wyatt?" I call out.

"Yea Bri I'm here, which stall are you in" he responds back to me.

"I'm uhh in the big one...the last one closest to the wall" I say sorta quietly.

I unlock the door and my pants are halfway up so he can't see the blood he just sees me sitting there and asks what's wrong, as he can see I'm crying now.

"I-I think I started m-my period" I say and my voice cracks in the middle. I'm a full on shit show now.

He doesn't seem disgusted at all which surprises me. Instead he rubs my back and tells me he'll be right back.

A few minutes late he walks in and has 3 things in his hands: a pair of Ohio state pajama pants that look way too big, ibuprofen, and a pull up.

I'm thinking in my head "what the hell" as he shows me everything he got.

"Look baby I got these pants, I think they are too big but it was the smallest size and I this pull up that I just pulled out of a package without buying it and this is all we got." He says give me a worried some look.

"I'm not wearing that" I say through sobs.

"Listen, we don't have anything else at the moment and I don't know what else to get, I'm not a girl" he says sincerely.

"I-it's d-d-diaper" I say with tears streaming down my cheeks.

"No it's not, it's just like underwear with a pad or something, but It will do while we try to figure this out"

He rubs my back and steps outside while I change. I wipe myself up as good as I can and slide my leggings and underwear off. I'm disgusted with the thought of wear a diaper especially out in public.

I put the pull up around my legs and stand up off the toilet. I'm still a sobbing wreck and my back is still killing me.

I slowly pull up the pull-up and it feels so weird between my legs. I haven't worn one of these since I was five. It's also made for boys because it's blue and has a car on it which I don't think it's very girly.

I pick up the pajama pants and slide them on. I don't think pull-ups are meant for periods but I hope it will hold. I pull up the pants and they are too big. They have a tie on them so at least I can tie them.

The pull-up sticks out the waistband so I have to be careful not to bend over so it doesn't show. I have a sweatshirt on, but still. I grab my bloody underwear and leggings, and set them in a bag.

I open the door and Wyatt is standing right there. I sorta forgot he was even in here if I'm being honest. I'm still extremely embarrassed about it but it's okay.

This pull-up is so uncomfortable between my legs. I still have tears running down my face because I'm so embarrassed.

At least the pants are big so you don't know that I'm wearing one unless you are told or heard the noise.

Wyatt pulls me and gives me a hug. I'm sobbing into his chest and he picks me up. He gives me some medicine to make my back feel better and tells me it's okay and nothing to be ashamed of.

I eventually stop crying and he sets me down.

We leave the bathroom and I'm waddling everyone I take a step, not to mention how noisy this thing is.

I tell my brother I'm tired and don't feel well. He picks me up and puts me in the buggy.

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I wake up as Wyatt is picking me up out of the cart and setting me in my car seat. He tells me not to worry and that he finished shopping by himself.

To be honest, I'm kinda scared to see what he got. I mean he's a boy, he doesn't have a fashion sense. He buckled me and and then loaded the car with the items he bought.

I forgot I had a pull-up on if I'm being for real. I felt it nudge up against me when he buckled the straps and it pushed against it a little bit.

"How you doin' back there?" He says as he turns around to make eye contact with me.

"Good I guess.. my stomach hurts" I sigh.

"Well, probably because you haven't eaten since god knows when."

I nod and on the way home I fell asleep.