Carrier

Who To Trust?

Liam's POV

Most people are exctied for their 21st birthday and can't wait to legally be able to drink all over the world. The night filled of promises of partying and drinking. For me I couldn't be dreading it more.

For I am a Carrier and on my 21st birthday the painful preparations my body goes through to be able to carry a child begins on this day. My sister always jokingly calls it the Carrier's version of a period. The transition lasts a month and is full of severe cramping, migraines, and vomiting. My doctor and mum have reviewed what I will go through over and over to me for years. Both of them preaching the importance of keeping it all quiet, tell nobody they always say.

That is exactly what I did, I told nobody. It wouldn't be such a big problem if I had a normal life, but my life is far from normal. I am a member of the world famous band, One Direction, and we are in the middle of our tour with my birthday looming just days ahead. The worse thing is nobody on tour knows I am a Carrier and about to begin my transition. None of the crew know, management knows nothing, no security knows and most horrible of all my best friends and band mates know nothing as well.

I wouldn't even know how to tell them something like this. A part of me fears that if I do tell them I am a Carrier that they will react like the men in the movie my mum had forced me to watch. The images of the movie still haunt my mind with stories of Carriers being raped, kidnapped, isolated, taken by governement agencies and one very bizzare one kidnapped by aliens.

I fear for management finding out and kicking me out of the band, telling me that taking care of a Carrier takes too much resources and is too much of a hassel.

My mum has called me every night asking me the same questions over and over again. "Are you starting to feel cramps? Do you think you should come home to be safe? Are you getting any headaches? Is anybody suspitious? Have you told anyone? Do you want me to fly out so I can help you when it starts? Have you talked to your doctor? Maybe you should tell the boys or Sophie. No, don't tell them they'll just rape you themselves or try to sell you like some sex slave," after her nightly rant I would always reassure her and promise her that I can handle it and blow if off as the flu.

I couldn't be more wrong.

I wake to painful pain in my lower abdoman making it feel like somebody is jabbing me in the stomach with a knife. Placing a hand on my belly tears burning my eyes I sit up glacing over at the red glowing lights of the clock beside me. The lights beem 4:20. I'd have to be up in forty minutes anyway for an early morning interview.

Groaning I sit up getting out of bed almost doubled over from the pain. I make my way slowly over to the bathroom with my cell phone in hand. Closing and locking the bathroom door behind me I let my body slide down to the tile floor.

A wave of nausea hits me like a tidal wave and I crawel over to the toilet throwing up the contents of my stomach into the bowel painfully as my stomach cramps even more. The vomit burns the back of my throat and my stomach protests at the turning of their muscles.

I rest my head on the rim feeling weak and miserable. My stomach takes another turn as I throw up again and again. By the time I am done I am on the floor from exhaustions tears running down my cheeks. I grab my phone from beside searching through my contacts for one person's number.

I listen to the familar ringing my eyes scrunches shut as I pray for her to pick up, needing to hear her familiar voice that has always comforted me when I am sick.

"Liam? Hey is everything okay? Are you starting your Carrier period?" I can hear Ruth's smile in her voice and it only makes me want to sob.

"Y-Yeah...It hurts a lot. A lot more than what I expected...I-I'm scared...Ugghhhhhhh!" I curl into myself as another cramp hits dropping the phone onto the tile floor clutching my belly.