What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

Hell's Day

"Humph..." I hangrily stab my spoon into the container of All Best Cum Possible Flavors Ice Cream. I have no idea why, even that name; my curiosity couldn't have helped itself, nor could I.

The Friends theme song was playing at the moment: "I'll Be There for You" by The Rembrandts. I slugged my shoulders up, head between them, as I swayed my body left and right to the relatable song while the then-hard ice cream was still being stabbed, nowhere as tough as when I first bought it.

"OW!"I cried, my hand running to rub the back of my head. I turned to the kitchen counter. Ginni, in leggings, shorts, and a bra, stood with a hamburger in hand, intently watching the episode that had just started.

"Baby, why would you throw a shoe at my head?" I cried with a pout, spoon in mouth, as I stared at Ginni, who was not even looking at me. The moment her eyes directed to me, mine looked below her feet at the floor that sat lazily two heel boots, their tip piece as sharp as the thinnest nail even! All the blood in my body drained that instant before I gathered the courage to look back into her eyes, to feel glad that she only threw a soft slipper, but then, instead, I almost dropped my container of ice cream, the spoon long gotten dirty on the floor.

My upper body lunged forward, setting down the container, my other hand pressed deeply into my stomach as I groaned in pain, gasping with shallow breaths as I tried to keep calm and soothe!

"Ellie!" When I turn my head, I see Ginni's face pressed so close, not all that bothered despite the hint of worry in her voice.

"My stomachhh.." I sang, trying not to cry from the harsh pain. I hate this. I hate this so much, so damn much. Now, two of my hands are pressing into my stomach and waist, as if that'll do anything. Ginni left my side and came back, hand on her hip as she stared down at me.

"Did you eat too much ice cream again?" She looked at the container, barely half left, although all that was pretty much melted now, so it was useless.

I shook my head while my eyes still weren't able to decide whether they wanted to shed tears or stay dry as fuck.

"I'm so fucking pissed... at the-" I could barely let it out, groaning as I curved my head in as close as possible to my stomach. I feel uncomfortable in my underwear; it feels stained and uneasy for my brain to understand. However, Ginni just nodded, not changing from her position. I acknowledged that she remembered what I told her about this morning.

"J... Just before I even walk up to them. Because—ah... obviously I know El..." I leaned back, resting on the couch, as my head fell back, relaxing a little.

"Instead, next thing I know, I'm running the opposite direction. T—terrified..?" I breathed out, lightly punching below my stomach. As if that was gonna do anything.

"I go to the bathroom and turns out my period came," I drop my face into the couch's arm, sobbing, the non-existence of cries. I want to cry because of how that supposed-relaxing-me-only day turned into this. I forcefully turn my face out of the couch's arm, lying on my side to look up at Ginni, only to see she isn't there.

Instead, I feel a heavy duvet on me and darkness seeking in, "Sleep then, you headache." I did. I fell asleep so easily, somehow miraculously, but not as easily because the pains would pinch in now and then until I couldn't handle it.

On the third day back to work, I'm more comfortable and in much less pain. I like the third day of the period than the rest because I'm in a more stable mood faster... Only to be more annoyed and even more stressed on the last day because I'm debating over if there'll be a ′surprise'-ed welcome or I'm officially done, considering I don't calendar the date.

On the fourth day, I see this slander long-legged guy come back now and then. Each time he's on the phone that rang out the cries of a toddler. Each time the cries sound familiar, and each time something distracts me, so I'm never able to see the slender leg dude out the door.

On the second week, I see the same slender-legged guy, wearing the same outfit as two weeks ago, but now with a different hairstyle. He wasn't on the phone and legitimately made me believe I was imagining him. However, lower to his leg I see a familiar kid, voice much clearer than on the phone. They left, hands-in-hands.

I was then walking out of the kitchen with a full cream pastry when I saw them walking to the left sidewalk. I look down to where the kid's height could end at the clear window, almost as low as the floor. The familiar kid became even more familiar, and before I realized it, I had tripped on my long pants, flying forward, pastry flowing upwards, but the combat never came.

I was held back, and the cake was caught by a different set of hands. Not even cared enough to be shocked or to check on the cake, my eyes never left the window that could no longer provide me with the existing presence of the younger kid; I no longer cared about the slender legs.

Ginni, who had been at the café since this morning, walked up to me and pinched me back to reality. We locked eyes and stared at each other for who-knows-how-long, as if all time stopped. The entire café had stopped too, probably staring at us as if something boutta happen, but then I heard gasps when Ginni and I sneered a stomach-curling laugh.

The unseriousness left when I wiped my imaginary tear, and everything had gone back to reality, grabbing onto her arm, hushly whispering...

"El!" She stared wide-eyed, confused, and then her expression brightened when she got it, gasping and then cooling her expression back to reality, cocking her head, eye-annoyed.

"I thought something interesting happened."

"Phh, just baby daddy's c—" She slammed her palm in my face and dragged me back into the kitchen, demanding her order and going back to simping on social media to diss about none being her type.

That was the last time he came back.