Head over Heels (ON HOLD)

Chapter.24

Remo.

Things were slowly starting to fall back into place. After the morning in which Rachel and I decided to take a fresh start, we took things slowly and steadily and not in a hurry bury. It has been one week since the 'incident'.

Our daily routines continued. I used to pick her up from the house at 6.45 am for the morning workouts, if possible I used to drop her at her hospital and even used to pick her up after work. We usually avoided meeting at night, because my business ventures mostly took place in the calmness of night.

The night in which the rest find solace, the night which is the end of the day for the rest, is just the beginning for us, the mafia.

Absolutely yes! Rachel is still ignorant about the fact that I am the Capo or to be more blunt I am the mafia. I don't plan to give a heart ache to my lady in the near future. Right now let ignorance be bliss for her. But I am not
quite uncertain till when this state of bliss fulness is going to continue.

It's six in the evening and since I didn't meet Rachel early in the morning because of my some unforeseen tasks at hand, Rachel had said that she would go for jogging in the park. But after that I have not heard from my Angel.

"Dov'è Rachel." I am calling her for the umpteenth time but it seems as if she is not going to pick up any time soon. Presto, I drive to Rachel's house.

Fuck! I pray that I may not lose my composure in front of her.

Rachel.

It is that day of the month!

God! Only I know how much I hate it. The pain that a girl has to suffer. No! On that particular day I don't think what other girls go through because I am not in a mindset for that. I feel as if the world around me is going to end soon. I so want to kill everyone for causing this pain.

I start cursing right from Adam and Eve, hadn't he had that apple....girls would have been saved from such a torture. Yah! I know that I am sounding absurd. But which girl will be in her good mind during the first day of her periods.

Even though I am doctor, I can't afford to afford this terrible pain. First days are nothing less than hell for me. I see stars! How I hate periods! I cringe at the idea of them, but at the same time I  even do panic if I don't get one.

My mind is so processed such that if I don't get my periods I myself switch into the panic mode, and start thinking whether I am pregnant or not? God! I know that I sound irrational, but it's a thought instilled in my mind right from my teenage.

"Ouch." I wince when a sharp pain surge through my stomach.

I usually refrain from having pain killers, hence the pain is double. Thank God, this atrocity didn't happen at work. I got one after coming from hospital.

I am lying on my recliner with my baby, Marmaduke stretched across my leg. I even want to pet him, but I am not in bloody position to move! Simply because right now I am bleeding!

Yuck!

Why the hell on earth am I behaving like a teenager? God! Periods! PMS!

Stupid men! Do they have to know anything? This is that time of the month in which I hate all the male species walking freely on the green earth! Screw each one of them.

I feel like strangling each one of them. Do they have to know the pain that we go through? Stupid vile creatures. They just have to walk freely, simple inject their stupid sperms into us, as if they  are doing something which deserves a noble prize. And that too we woman, have to bake their bun, in our oven!