What you mean to me

chapter nineteen

Bailey entered her house dizzy. Her head could fall from her body if not for her neck support. Her neck on the other hand wasn't having it easy, with her throat feeling like a thousand boiled eggs were stuck in her throat and they all felt like slime.

Dear Lord, don't punish me for what I'm going to do to those bastards. She prayed heading to her room. Because they deserve it.

Already by her door, she heard the front door open followed by her mother's voice and a male's.

" My daughter went partying with her friends. Come in, you are free. Make yourself comfortable. ", her mother's voice aired.

Bailey got rid of any obscene thoughts about her mother and a total stranger doing things on bed.

It wasn't her business. Her mother has her life to live and she, Bailey doesn't care as long it doesn't disturb her peace.

And as long her mother remembers the rules guiding their smooth relationship: no drugs, alcohol, depression, anxiety, bringing up talks of the past and shit. Then she's cool with it.

She entered her room and silently locked her door. Not wanting her mother to know she's returned. She'd not up for any interrogations.

Feeling something turn in her throat, she immediately rushed to the the toilet bowl but nothing came out.

She cussed at her body mechanism for the false alarm. She began stripping. She started from the top making up her mind to throw the clothes in the dump.

So much for a party...

She noticed a huge, thick, red mark on her panties and then cussed aloud: 'bloody hell! I'm on my fucking period! No wonder I feel so disoriented!', She screamed aloud and didn't care if her mother could hear her because she can't.

She'd made her room sound proof. She had no reason, she just felt like.

Making to wash off. She threw into her waste basket, in her room, her top, pants, she decided to reconsider about throwing away the shoes. But everything else went into the basket except for her jewelries. They're precious.

No wonder she's been feeling pains in her abdomen. She's been to carried away with moving, her mom and other things instead of focusing on herself.

Heck! She's been even too busy to follow up her monthly cycle. Tsk, Bailey Everstone, I'm proud of ya.

Forgetting yourself and priorities all for the sake of others... You wow me gal.

Honestly speaking.

She checked her calendar and saw she even ought to see it last week. It's best she revisits the doctor; she didn't observe her period last month.

Well she was freaked out, but not too much. When last has she fucked? Last year when? So pregnancy was out of question.

Heading out of the shower, another cramp wave hit her and it sent her straight to clutching her belly on the floor.

The poison she was dosed with wasn't helping either. Why couldn't they have dosed me with Viagra? At least that would have turned me on and gotten me horny, she cried managing herself up to go put on some sanitary pads.

It's always been like this. Extreme menstrual pains and they stay all through the four days of her freaking annoying menstrual cycle.

Lucky her, she had some drugs like aspirin, ibuprofen and sort stashed away in her drawer. So she took a few doses, just the right amount of ibuprofen tablet.

She a nylon of bread and a carton of milk in her mini fridge and that what she took. The rest of the food in the refrigerator had some level of sugar content like the cookies, frosties, coconut flakes, dried fruit, pretzels, sodas... etcetera.