"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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I made two mistakes.
1. Going out with white pants. 2. Thinking that I would have a few more days before Hella made her appearance.
So, here I am, in the bathroom, my jeans completely ruined and my uterus killing me in the meantime.
I somehow change my clothes and put on a black sweatshirt, ahem, his black sweatshirt, and a pair of sweats. The sky outside is completely clear, with the occasional chirping of birds. I don't have the time or energy to admire it though, since I fall face-first onto the bed right after walking back into the room.
Isn't it funny how people expect me to work when I'm fucking bleeding and having random cramps in my motherfucking ass?
I grab a painkiller from the bedside table and swallow it without any water. It tastes like the worst thing I've ever tasted.
I groan into the pillow and clutch my abdomen, cursing anyone who comes into my mind. Zane. Fuck him. Felix. Fuck him. Ria. Fuck her too. That boy named John that lives across the street. Double fuck him.
The cursing session is cut short by a knock on the door. What a time. I guess I can take it out on whoever has the guts to whack my motherfucking door. Then, I remember that I live with Rina.
"Come in" I shout. The door creaks open and she steps in, dressed in a pair of comfy white jeans and a grey sweater. "You're going?" I ask, struggling to sit up on the bed.
"Are you gonna be okay? I wanted to cancel but you didn't-"
I wave a hand and cut her off. "Nah. I'm fine. You've been looking forward to meeting Noah for so long. I'll be okay" She lets out a sigh of relief and nods. "Just...let me know if it gets too bad or if you just want me to come back. I'll get you an Icee on the way home"
I nod and fall back onto the bed. Now, whenever I tell mom that I have cramps, she just tells me 'oh, just go to sleep. They'll be gone when you wake up'. The only problem is, I can't fall asleep with the feeling of being stabbed, can I? So I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, contemplating my life choices and cursing my favourite author's name to the wind.
Just a moment later, my phone dings. I grunt as I lean over to pick it up, a hand still on my belly.
Zane💚: You coming or not?
Me: I wish :(
Zane💚: You promised.
My heart internally awws at the text. He's waiting for me?
Me: I know. I'm sorry. Some other time maybe?
Zane💚: Why can't you come today?
I look at my phone for a few moments. Then, I sigh.
