Aggressive and Possessive

Chapter 20

I was lying on the crappy hotel mattress, grasping the green duvet so tight the skin on my knuckles were white with a tinge of pale yellow. My lips were pulled back into a fine line, my teeth clenching together as I continued to hiss in pain. I was pushing my thighs together desperately, attempting to minimize the pain in my lower region.

Curse you period pains, now isn't the greatest time to activate the womanly cycle.

My eyelids wrenched together and I couldn't help but allow a few helpless whimpers escape my mouth - this was horrible. I could feel the blood pooling between my legs, surely staining the hotel bed sheets.

My back arched as a sharp pain jolted my lower region, a very high pitched cry escaping my trembling lips. I forced my eyelids to open, glancing around the partially empty hotel room. Although the curtains were pulled shut, I knew it was still very early into the morning and no one would be awake.

Joanna was fast asleep on the bed beside me and I didn't wish to wake her - although, I was subconsciously hoping she'd hear my small cries and wake up. I haven't left the room since being here, so I had no clue where Eleanor's accommodation was, or anyone else's for that matter.

I've tried lifting myself off the mattress, but my leg was stiff and numb from the stitches and lack of movement. I couldn't really do anything to help myself for the moment.

All I needed to do was consume three Paracetamol tablets, take a hot shower and clean myself up - but I can't do any of that without a little assistance. I sighed while glancing over to Joanna, feeling slightly guilty with my thought process, but there's no way I can lay here in my own blood. That's disgusting. "Joanna," I whispered, waiting a few seconds, "Joanna, wake up."

She didn't move.

"Joanna," I murmured louder, "Wake up, please."

Still nothing.

Joanna," I called, raising my voice slightly which made her stir, "Joanna... Joanna! Wake up!"

She groaned loudly, her body completely rolling over so she was facing me, her eyelids still clamped shut. Her mouth was parted slightly, her light snoring filling the dim room.

"Joanna, please - shit!" I bellowed, cradling my stomach as my lower body ached in pain. I voiced a large number of unholy profanities, hoping they'd somehow ease the sudden uneasiness, but that's just as helpful as pressing an elevator button repeatedly so the doors would close quicker.

"Faye...?" Joanna muttered, her voice low and groggy from just waking up.

"Joanna," I groaned, doubling over on the bed so my head rested on my knees, "P-Please, get me the Paracetamol."

I could hear small shuffling and she yawned beside me, still half-asleep, "Hey, what are you doing up?"

"Joanna," I grunted, "I have horrible period pains, get me the Paracetamol, please." Another yawn left her mouth, and she mumbled something close to an 'okay' and rose to her feet.

Since this wasn't my first time experiencing period pains, I knew exactly what I needed but the only difference tonight is that I'll need a little bit of assistance. I only ever get cramps and aches within the first night of my period, which meant hopefully by tomorrow afternoon I'll be back to normal.

As I waited for Joanna to return, I wrapped my arms around my legs and began rocking back and forth on the bed, breathing in and out slowly. Thankfully the stitches didn't hurt as bad as I first anticipated, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my lower area.

"I'll be right back," Joanna declared as I heard a door click, "I'm going to get Niall."

"Why?" I grunted, lifting my head to look at her with a pained expression. If she leaves it's only going to take longer for the pain to ease, and I need the medication now.