Got Your Back || Hood

Chapter 18

Joyce's POV:

This menstruation period is literally killing me and thought about losing a lot of blood for the past twenty four hours and I feel like shit. Even if I didn't do anything, it's still flowing like- ugh! This is going to be the death of me.

I walked out of the bathroom, putting my last tampon in the box and my last bar of chocolate in my hand. I sat as I made a moan at the bed, watching my very very useful boyfriend playing Call of Duty for the last couple of hours in the most difficult time his girl could've experienced. Really, Michael helped me- he's a great use to me like whut?

"Babe can you reach it for me?" He ordered pointing the last slice of pizza in the box. "Cause I can't move on my seat right now.."

I rolled my eyes, not saying a word as I handed it to him. I arose from my feet and started moving down at the kitchen. The sink's sinking from all the dishes and dirt. He said he will come here to help me with my period. I already told him to clean up a few hours ago but I guess, he didn't even do it.

"MICHAEL!!!" I shouted not holding my temper anymore. But he seems to not hear me from downstairs so I stomped my feet walking at my room. He's so loud as he swore repeatedly and yelled, "Go Go Go!"

"Michael, could you please turn off that game right now and do the dishes." I ordered, holding my mood a little and being as calm as the sea shore, smooth and radiant.

"Two minutes. I'm close at winning, babe."  He pleaded, still looking at the screen.

"Are you even listening? I said turn it off." And he just nodded yelling "Go go go!" in excitement.

"MICHAEL I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T TURN THAT GAME OFF RIGHT NOW I AM GOING TO KICK YOU SO HARD YOUR BALLS WILL COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!" I screamed at him, he moved his head and looked at me, smiling.

I rolled my eyes seeing his playing game and walked over, unplugging the game from the wall.

"JOYCE!!!" He yelled standing up and throwing the controller on the floor. "Why did you do that?"

"I told you to turn it off and wash the dishes. I've been losing a lot of blood and temper at you, and you won't stop pyu-pyu-pyu your hands. I have no tampons left and I want you to buy me. You said you would come and help me with everything." I yelled.

"I know. But you don't have to do that when I'm actually close in winning. And alright, I'll do the dishes-" He said storming off downstairs.

"You've been ignoring me over that stupid game." You yelled, following him at the sink. "I'm having cramps and you don't know about it. You're hopeless."

"It's just a game, fuck Joyce. Why are you so mad?"

"Yeah. A game that you can't live without-"

He just stayed silent completely ignoring me. His hands on the dishes, and his eyes too. I've had enough for tonight.

I punched his arm, crying. "I hate you Michael. I think you just want me for sex and nothing all. I hate you so fucking much."

He looked at me angrily, his eyes were really furious. "I DON'T CARE THAT YOUR UTERUS IS CAUSING YOU PAIN. WE'VE BEEN DATING MORE THAN A YEAR AND YOU THINK I'M JUST USING YOU FOR SATISFACTION? WELL IF THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK? THEN, FINE."

He walked out of the kitchen slamming the door.

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Luke decided to go jamming with us, me and Calum. I made spaghetti tonight because Luke requested to. They wanted to help especially, Cal. But all they do was eat the pasta so, I told them to leave this up to me and go upstairs. I really put my 100% effort on this, because this is the first time I will cook for them. More specifically to my boyfriend,