9

"Get the hell out." I got all his clothes and shoved it in a paper bag. I never cared if they were haphazardly thrown against each other. I never wanted him here anyway.

"Do you think I want this? " He grabbed it from me and faced me. I pushed back the thought of remorse. Maybe it's his sick game. Boredom and vanity hit him hard. Maybe that's what.

"I don't give a flying fuck. " I tossed the remaining clothes out from my closet. I saw the paper "Do Not Disarray" and suddenly I felt like a bitch.

"I have nowhere to go. When they see me they'd be expecting you there with me. And a stupid ring on your finger. "

He caressed my arms ever so lightly. See?  Who does that? What would Laura say?

"Don't drag me into that rubble."  I attempted to call the cops.

"Mom's going to kill me. "

"A grown-up shackled by familial restraints. Nice life. " I scoffed at his passive point of view.

"I'll pay you. "

"Wow. Looks like you're not here sharing an old apartment with me."
And I really intended that to drip sarcasm.

"I promise I have money. I just need that stupid marriage-- a stupid wife material to present to them and they'd trust me with it. " He sat on the bed.

"There's Laura. " Like duh?

" She's pregnant. " His jaw ticked.

"More so. " Is he serious? That unborn child needs a dad.

"They're keen on Sex after Marriage. "

"So that means you're keeping Laura in the dark for that? What a low excuse of a man. "

"The stupid contract! What am I supposed to do with that?!  I really don't know what to do. "

I left him and his stupid antics and went to the bathroom. I don't feel so good.

The familiar but uninvited pain crept in. So this was why my breasts hurt days ago when I hugged Marissa goodbye. I changed my clothes and got a cup of hot water. I went to bed like an old hag. I couldn't even straighten my body. All I did was close my eyes and breathed slowly--I don't know but it's a technique I had grown accustomed through time.

I got the cup and placed it below to my stomach. It relieved the sharp pain almost instantly. I walked back up again to throw the now lukewarm water to fill up the cup.

I  curled up on the bed. I brought my hands on the small of my back. My legs are limp as fuck and my eyes were heavy.

"Are you okay? "

"What kind of stupid question is that. "

"What can I do? "

"Nothing. Leave me alone. "

"We sounded like old married couple. "

"Get out. Never come back."

I had no strength to open my eyes but I heard a shuffle of things and the door being shut.

Was I too much?

I woke up from an illusion of him shaking me.

I think I'm delusional.

I reached for my phone. It's almost midnight. What kind of sleep paralysis monster is this handsome. Ethereal and Angelic. I smiled at the thought.

"Get up."

"This is my first time a sleep paralysis demon talked to me. Well, you're a gorgeous sin, Baby. A demon with angelic face. " Back in deep slumber but I was still hearing someone talk.

"I bought hot compress. The medications for menstruation are in the plastic bags. I'm not sure but the saleslady asked me to buy chocolates too. "

He sat near my frail body. His hands pulled down my pajamas slightly down ward and placed the hot compress in place.

I never fought back.  I was too vulnerable and weak. Never have I ever felt so useless.

He placed a glass of water and the meds near the nightstand. He helped me sit up too and made comfy pillow fortress to support my aching back.

I felt so hot, tired and exhausted like I just ran an unending marathon. He asked for a ponytail and kept my hair in place. He also fanned my face using a folder he found at my desk. He turned the air-condition on and sat next to me.

"No. I need comforters. I hate cold. It's making me bloated especially this stupid part of the stupid month. "

He stood up again, turned it off and sat back next to me. He led my head on his shoulders. I resisted of course but my head fits the crevice of his neck just as perfectly like it's been made to be.

My goodness menstrual mood swings are making me dumb.

I woke up from hiccups and snots. I didn't even know I was crying. The alarm clock says 3. I didn't know when did we ended up with each others arms.

His arms were wrapped around me tightly. My back against his hard body. His chin rested on my head. I tried prying off his hands but it was all for naught. I looked at him. His breath fanning against my face. Chest to chest.