I kept flipping around in bed. I couldn't get comfortable in my thick blankets. It was difficult and I felt like I was burning. I rolled from one side to the other.
I laid upward managing to close my eyes. I was slowly drifting away when I heard whispers. I didn't care at the moment I just thought I was dreaming since I was already sleeping.
"Princess," the soft voice spoke again.
I just ignored thinking I was, again, dreaming. I felt big hands on my thighs. I groaned and moved their hand. "I know you want me," they whispered.
Someone came up from under the sheets making me widened my eyes. They kissed my neck and started nibbling on my neck. I moaned softly.
I looked at them and it was Ethan. For some reason I didn't care and kissed him. His soft sweet lips were all I wanted. He hovered above me, kissing down my neck and whispering sweet nothings.
He pulled his shirt off. I stood up kissing him. I slipped my shirt off and threw it somewhere down. I laid back down and as he went down with me he spread my legs apart. He got comfortable between my legs. Out of habit I threw my head back to prepare myself. "Look at me,"
"Shawn?" I questioned as my chest started heaving. I woke up panting and looking around my room not knowing what the hell just happened.
"Día, breakfast!" I started remembering the dream. Shawn and Ethan were in my dream. It felt wrong, I felt like I was...
"Am I slut?"
"What?" Matt pushes my door open with his brows furrowed. "Breakfast is ready," he pointed. "What did you just say?" He asked with a slight chuckle.
"N-Nothing. Just a dream," I looked at him and he nodded. "Huh, okay. Wash your face yeah? You're all flushed. See you in the kitchen," he said with a grin and he closed my door.
I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible like fuck. It's more like a 'I just woke up' horrible kinda way. My hair was oily and my face as well. My breast hurt and so did my back I looked closer and saw that I was breaking out.
"Oh no... not again," I said touching my face. I ran to my drawer and rustled through my things. "Fuck, no! I need pads!" I whined.
I hated getting my period. I mean who doesn't? You waste your bucks on pads/tampons, you get mood swings out of no where, and you cry for the stupidest reasons. Or is that just me? I hate this shit. It's 'Mother Nature, Día' they said.
"Dia, your breakfast is getting cold," Shawn said coming in after a few seconds of me staring at my appearance in the mirror. He pushed my bathroom door open.
"What are you doing?" He asks.
"Shawn, can you do me a big favor?" I asked, putting my hands up in a begging way.
"What is it?" I looked at him and smiled "Once I tell you will you promise to do it?" I asked
"Uhh, now that you say that I kinda don't want to," he said walking backwards to the door like if he was scared of me.
"Food is at the table," he said walking out. He closed the door and I groaned. "It's just fucking pads, man," I walked to my closet and checked my empty shoe boxes where I use to put them. I grabbed my white box and opened it to reveal a pad.
