Just Another Love Story

Chappie 21

Chapter 21: Ruthless Bad Boy

*Justin*

Now listen. Before you start with the "aww Justin is so sweet." And "how adorable." Let me remind you that I am still a ruthless bad boy and I always will be. And no girl is going to change that.
As for last night, I don't know what happened.
I just remember feeling like I could actually relate to Belle. Her story of losing her parents of course will never be equivalent to mine. She physically lost hers, I just spiritually lost mine.
But I could still feel her pain. Pain that I felt my entire life, and I didn't want her to feel that, not in that moment.
So I kissed her, and oh boy, did it feel so right. I just, I don't know. But that was after I pulled her away from the edge of the fucking roof.
She was about to fucking fling herself off the building and she didn't even realize.
If I'm being honest though, I wanted to throttle her when she started blaming herself. But I replayed that scene in my head for 3 hours before I actually went to sleep which wasn't until 6 am.
Thank God, its Sunday.
"So she didn't slap you or anything right?" I pull the phone away from my ear and sit up in my bed.
"Damien? How long have I been talking to you?" I blinked. I swear I had no clue I was on the phone. Oh jeez, I need some orange juice.
"For about 15 minutes bro." He answers.
"Well shit, and no she didn't slap me, and I was so fucking relieved when she didn't because at first I thought I did the completely wrong thing but when she kissed me back and put her hands around my neck! Magic." This is ridiculous, I'm, I'm blushing.
"Aw Justin-"
"I'll kill you."
Groan
Moan
Thump
"What the hell? Bro I'll call you back." I say to Damien.
"You won't so see ya. Oh can I tell the others about you and Belle?" He asks.
"What about me and Belle. Belle and I?" I ask.
"That you two kissed? What else would I tell them?"
"Okay but don't tell them about her parents and do not tell them we are a couple because I don't know that for sure and I'll murder all three of you-"
"Alright bro, Kyle might not take it to well." We both laugh and I hang up.
I get out of bed and look at my shirt on the ground.
"Eh." I walk past it and leave the room.
Groan
Moan
I knock on the door, "Belle? Is everything alright?" I ask through the door.
More groaning.
"Belle? Can I come in?" I ask.
Why the fuck, are my palms sweating.
I gently push open the door and stick my head in.
There I see my precious Belle rolling on the floor clutching her stomach.
My eyes widen as I fly into the room. I drop by her side and start asking her questions that I know she probably can't answer.
"Belle what the hell is wrong with you?" Okay, maybe too rough.
"Belle, whats wrong? Do you have food poisoning? Should I call the ambulance? How many fingers am I holding up? Its 3 not 2! I'm calling 911."
Wow, I am so good under pressure.
"Justin. No!" She finally speaks.
"Hush my love I'm on the phone with the people who are going to save your life." I smile.
"Justin-"
"Yes hello, MY GIRLFRIEND IS DYING I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO PLEASE DON'T ASK ME ANY STUPID QUESTIONS JUST SEND-"
Did I just say girlfriend?
Belle takes the phone away from me, she seems to be doing a lot better now.
"Hello? Yes this is the girlfriend, I am so sorry I'm on my period, and this is the first time he is seeing it."
Her period ? Isn't a period a time ? So this is her time of death ?! Oh my god.
"Yes, yes, I know, tell me about it, yes well thank you Linda, have a great day." She hangs up and sends me a glare.
What did I do?
"Justin. I am on my period. Do you know what the female period is?" She asks sitting up and looking at me.
I can't tell if she is angry or not.
I shake my head.
"Well, when a girl is on her period she is shedding her uterus lining. Its painful as hell and there is quite a bit of blood-"
"Hell no, blood?" I cut her off. Listen I'm bad to the bone, but if my bone is bleeding, that's a different story.
She laughs, "yes blood. About 10 gallons of it."
"10 gallons!?" I flop over.
"I'm kidding. All girls are different but at the most we lose only 6 tablespoons of blood." She laughs at me.
"So you're in pain and you bleed. That's awful !"
She laughs and nods her head.
"And no doctor?" I truly am concerned. I didn't know this was a thing. I've never had a sister.
"No doctor." She stands up and goes to her dresser. She opens a little bag and pulls out a soft light blue square.
"What's that?" I ask like a child.
"This," she says coming back to me, "is a pad. Its what I use to catch the blood." She says.
"Wait. Where do you bleed from?"
She bits her lip, closes her eyes, and points.
My jaw falls, "what?!"
She laughs and shakes her head, "yup. Right out there."
"How is that even possible." See, now I'm actually mad that women have to go through this.
"You're uterus is here," she points, "so the closet exit is there."
I nod my head, amazing.
Now. You're probably like Justin, how do you not know this? Didn't you take a health class in like the 6th grade? And for your information I did. But I always skipped class on the days we talked about the female body. I always felt like it was none of my business so I didn't learn about it.
"So is there anything you need me to do? You want me to run out and get you more pad thingys or some food and you're shivering are you cold?" What is going on?
"Don't worry, I'm fine, just help into my bed I'm probably going to sleep all day." She says trying to stand.
I pick her up and place her under her covers.
She closes her eyes, "by the way, when I wake up later I'll be starving something crazy, so have some food prepared." She smiles.
I kiss her forehead and tell her I'll make something.
By the way, I make a mean, mac and cheese dish.
I start to leave when she says,
"Boyfriend, keep the door open."

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