Taking What's His

Chapter 7

My eyes opened blearily, the groggy feeling accompanying being abruptly dragged out of sleep muddling my mind so much so that I could just barely make out a tan face hovering above me. I blinked up at it in confusion but was jerked to full consciousness as hands wrapped tightly under my arms hoisting me up to lean against the headboard.

The husky deep voice I had only been hearing faintly finally turned into fully formed words, but his words didn't help clear my confusion. As I became fully aware of the way he still held me, I instantly scrambled backwards to put some distance between us. His grip remained unrelenting despite my efforts.

"Where are you hurt?"

He was asking that over and over again, nostrils flaring. I stared at him bewildered as to what was causing this particular bout of insanity and why I was being treated to it so early in the morning.

"Get up. Let me see you." He said making my lip curl in disgust.

Had he barged into my room hoping to catch me in a less than appropriate state? Of course I had fallen asleep in one of his shirts as he had given me nothing else yet despite it having been a month of me being here, so it was entirely possible the shirt had ridden up while I was sleeping and wouldn't even cover the little they usually did.

Seeming to get impatient with me he pulled me up, being uncharacteristically gentle. Usually when he got impatient he started yanking me around like a ragdoll. I made sure to pull the shirt down as far as it went as I was forced out of the bed and onto my feet.

His eyes roamed all over me and he crowded into me until he was so close it made my chest feel tight. I turned my face to the side as he took a deep inhale of my scent before much to my horror his eyes darted straight down to my crotch.

His eyebrows furrowed before his hand moved as though about to reach right between my thighs. I jumped back, the movement suddenly making me aware of the dull pain in my lower stomach.

"You're bleeding, don't be stubborn. Let me see." He said, again moving his hand to reach for me and I grabbed onto his wrist, heart hammering away as I quickly screamed out the words before he touched me down there.

"I just started my period."

He looked away from my crotch much to my relief and up to meet my gaze. He gently pulled his hand away and I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the panic begin to ebb away. He stared at me with his head tilted a moment before his chest seemed to deflate a little, I took that as a sign that I wasn't about to be groped but one could never be too cautious around him.

"What can I get you?" He asked.

I was tempted to ask him to fuck off and just give me some peace, the cramping in my stomach and pain in my lower back and legs not helping my irritation towards him, but I really would need some things. As much as I had tried to not ask him for anything thus far despite wanting basic things like pants and underwear, but now there was really no way around it unless I planned to spend the week inside the bathtub just bleeding away.

"I'll need pads and tampons a-and underwear."

"Go take a shower mate, it'll all be here by the time you get out."

His hands twitched at his sides and I hurried into the bathroom, not wanting to give him any chances to act on those impulses to touch me. As soon as the door was closed behind me I leaned myself back up against the vanity and took a few deep breaths in an effort to collect myself. 

It had been years since my period had stressed me out and yet somehow around him even something I had been dealing with every month since I turned twelve became a big deal. I let my eyes fall close as I felt a wave of particularly bad cramps.