Pain is a bitch!

That was the only song that was on my mind as I woke up this Saturday morning, I rolled out of my bed, clutching my lower belly, the throbbing pain I felt from it was real, annoying, and it was also a very familiar pain. I stood up and limped to my bathroom, and as expected I met with madam red flow, really been a girl is a bitch.

It was actually very frustrating, I managed to take my bath, and once I was safely wrapped in a towel I walked out of the bathroom to see my mum sitting on my bed. She was dressed in a peach free falling gown, and had on a black turban on, I knew she was definitely set for shop.

"Mummy, good morning." I managed to mutter out of the shock.

"Get dressed and come over here, we need to talk." She said calmly.

Every feeling in me went alert, never has my mum used such statement with me, I've never heard her say we need to talk before, so this can never be good. I started thinking of everything I've ever done wrong, I knew it had to be something huge, the calm look on my mum's face tells me that whatever she wants to talk about was too huge to have her getting angry.

"Ok ma," I said. I walked, or rather limped over to my closet, and picked out a bum short and a baggy top. I fixed a pad on my panties and got dressed. I went over to my bed and sat close to my mum while holding my tummy. It swears this was hard.

"Let me have a look at your ankle," she said calmly. The look on her face was damn serious, I knew no amount of excuses could get me out of this. I swallowed hard and raised my left leg up, showing her the ankle. She looked at it, then back up at my face. She then said calmly, "I thought you were pointing to your right leg yesterday, weren't you?"

I dropped my leg with immediate effect, looking everywhere except her face, I hated being caught in a lie. I knew the lie was a mistake, I've always known my mum, and I know that nothing passes without her knowledge, only if she chooses to ignore it. I wished that this would be one of the things she would ignore, but it definitely can't be.

"Your ankle doesn't hurt, does it?" She asked in a clipped tone. "Neither did you fall, did you? You lied to me, didn't you?"

"Mummy, it's..."

"Shh..." She placed her hand on my lips, shutting me up. "I was once your age, you know, and you're my daughter." She raised my head up and smiled at me, running her hands over my cheeks. "Is there something you would like to let me know?"

I shook my head in answer. In my own opinion, there was nothing I would like to let her know. We have never been close to that extent. I could blame this on the fact that we spent less time together. The only time we actually ever bonded was during our movie times, and lately, we haven't been having that too.

She gave me a sad smile and stood up from my bed, "I'm going to shop, make sure you take warm water to calm your cramps." She turned on her heels and started walking out of my room, I thought she was leaving, but when she got to the door she turned back to me and said, "I think you should do something about the mosquito bites on your neck."

"Mosquito? My neck?" I asked, moving over to my full-length mirror, and you will all he glad to find out that I saw several red marks on my neck. I pulled the neckline of my shirt downward to see that it went over my chest. It was indeed mosquitoes, bites, left by the biggest mosquito ever. Gosh, I really can't believe this is happening.

"It must have been some really big mosquito." I turned to look at her, and she had that smile on her face, that particular smile where you don't know if she's really smiling or frowning.

"Yeah, very big," I breathed out, rubbing my neck.

"With some big teeth," she said with a raise of her brow.

"Yeah, very big," I breathed out again. And I must say I was looking very stupid, and sounded even more stupid, and for some time, I actually forgot the gnawing pain in my lower abdomen.

She smiled again and finally said, "Make sure you eat!"

I nodded vigorously, wanting her out of my room. Once she was out, I slumped over my bed, tears clouding my vision. I knew she knew she might not know what exactly happened, but she knew I lied to her, and she knew something was up. My mind started creating several scenarios in my head, I thought of what could happen if she found out that I slept with Ademide.

I withhold all thoughts when I felt that throbbing pain again, weakening me. Gosh, this was the reason I hated menstrual cramps. It weakens me. I rolled onto the floor trying to find a position that was less painful, I sat up, laid down on my belly, laid down in the snow angel position, then I switched it up to kneeling while lying on my stomach. All this I did within seconds, damn, this was hell. In my next life, I'm so gonna make sure I come as a boy, like why?

I finally found a relieving position by kneeling on the floor while the other half of my body was on the bed, it was peaceful for a while then the next bout of pain that came brought with it tears. I clutched my stomach in pain, sobbing lightly. If only I could just fall asleep, it would make it easier and more bearable. And to make it all the worse, I heard a loud knocking on my door. All of my senses flew to different directions.

"What do you want?" I yelled. Know this, I get crankier and even more easily frustrated.

"Come and eat your food!" I heard Samuel yell from outside.

"Throw it away!" I yelled back at him.

"See this one, oo!" Samuel exclaimed from outside again, clapping his hands. After that, I heard nothing more from him. This made me extremely happy. I'm sure he was definitely on his way to devour my share of the food. What a pig.

I rolled off my bed and curled myself up on the cold tiles. For real, it was getting hard to find a comfortable position. Still in this crying state of pain, and trying to find myself a comfortable position, my room door flew open.

"Are you mad?" I yelled in annoyance.

"No, I'm not," I heard a calm voice say. I knew this wasn't Samuel. The voice was too calm to be samuel's. If it was Samuel, he would also raise his voice because I raised mine.

So I looked up with tear filled eyes to behold Ademide. He was dressed in a black jean, and nothing more, was this guy cursed with moving around shirtless?

"What do you want?" I asked with anger.

"I want you..." He said in a very gentle voice. He stepped into my room, looking at my crying face with concern, and crouched down to my position when he got to where I was. He raised his hand up to touch my face, but I shifted away from him, not forgetting that I was still very much angry at him. "To eat your food. Are you fine?"

"How does me not eating my food concern you? And why do you care if I'm fine?" I asked still with the same anger.

He gave me a look of frustration rubbing his temple as though he was trying to calm himself down, it was at this point that another spearing pain went through me, I clutched my stomach ignoring every other thing.

"Mary, what is going on? Is there anything I can help with?" He asked. He sounded very clueless and worried, and I just wanted him out of my hair.

"Just get out!" I yelled.

"No!" He yelled back. This actually had me surprised, I have never seen him raise his voice before. I looked up at him, and he looked really determined to stay where he was, so I decided I might just tell him what was really wrong, maybe he would get irritated like some stupid guys and run off.

"Okay, listen, what is going on is that I have this awwwfulllll... menstrual cramp, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing you can do to help. So get out!" I said, pointing to the door before slumping down again.

"Uhm, okay," I heard him say nervously, and the next minute, he was out of my room. Wow, who knew that was all it would take to have him out of my hair? But oh boy, could I have been any more wrong.

A few minutes later, my room door flew open again, I looked up to see Ademide with a tray in hand. I scrunched up my face, ready to yell at him, but he beat me to it, "Just shut it, okay."

"What are you doing?" I asked in annoyance, watching him as he dropped the tray on the floor, and in it was a bowl of water, the water was hot, I could feel it. Beside the bowl of water was a small towel, a pain relief drug, and a glass of water. Now, what the hell was this guy doing? Instead of answering my obvious question, he walked up to where I was and carried me, like carried me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Carrying you...what does it look like?" He said and dropped me carefully on my bed. I quickly entangled myself from his arms, not wanting to be any closer to him, I can still remember what transpired between us the last time he was in my room and carried me to my bed like this.

"Get out of my room!"

"Will you just let me help you, please." He pleaded. This had me without words, I didn't know what to say to that, so I just let him do what he wanted. He picked up the tray and placed it on my side stool, then he picked up the pain relief drug and popped out one of it. He handed it to me with the glass of water, and this was enough to actually have me going crazy. Why? I hated all forms of medications.

"I'm not taking that."

"Take it, or I force it down your throat," he said in a very stern voice, sitting on my bed. My hand naturally went round my throat. The thought of any form of drugs going down it was horrible.

I took the drug from his hand, knowing fully well an argument would be fruitless. I collected the glass of water, which was warm, by the way, and swallowed the stupid drug with my face in a horrible position. Once I had successfully downed the drugged, I handed the tumbler back to him.

"Now, lay down on your back!" He commanded.

"Why would I do that?"

"Just do it and make this easier for the both of us." He said in a cut voice.

I laid down begrudgingly, watching him. He picked up the towel off the tray and soaked it in the bowl of hot water, I don't know what he was up to, but I definitely won't be responsible for him getting a scarred hand. After he had soaked the towel enough, he folded it and turned to me.

"Pull your shirt up," he said. I gave him a look that clearly said I wasn't doing it, I'm definitely not showing any skin near him again, even though I was already showing enough since I'm wearing a bum short. "I don't mind doing it either."

I grunted in annoyance and pulled up my shirt a little. Maybe I would finally get him out of my hair if I did what he wanted. The next thing he did had me confused, he raised me up by the waist with one hand, and placed the towel on my bed before laying down on it, so this had the towel resting at the small of my back. It felt actually nice.

"Close your eyes, and try to sleep." He said gently. He then started massaging my lower abdomen with his fingers, slowly circling his fingers across my abdomen. His eyes never left my face, watching me intently. This had me wondering what this guy motive really was. The funny thing was that the massage felt oddly nice, the cramps actually reduced, how come I never thought of this?

Soom enough, I was able to fall asleep, I don't know how, but the warm towel, Ademide's soothing hands, it all had me falling asleep.

******

The next time I woke up, I didn't wake up to any form of pain, I opened my eyes to see Ademide, and he was seated on my bed staring down at me. I tried hard to remember why he was in my room, and then I remembered him helping me with my cramps. I watched him closely, and he was seriously peering down at my face, studying it like he had an exam of some sort. And I must say that at this point, this was actually unnerving. The idea of him being so obsessed with my face didn't really sound so appealing.

"Stop it." I sat up on my bed. This made him jerk up like he was in some sort of trance before.

"What?" He asked.

"Staring at my face," I deadpanned. He shifted back a little, then smiled, gosh, that smile of his that I hated.

"I can't," he said casually.

"You can, and you have to. It irks me." I yelled at him. After a while, I realized I really didn't need him in my room. "Can you leave, please."

"When are you going to talk?" He asked instead of leaving.

"Talk? Say, what exactly!"

"What exactly I did wrong! I thought we were going well." He sounded frustrated as he said this, and oh boy, I have never seen him so frustrated, but I knew he was definitely faking it.

"I also thought so!" I yelled, running my hands through my braids, "but clearly I thought wrong, just leave."

He gave me that curious intent look of his again and stood up from my bed, "Eat your food." He pointed to my side stool and left my room. Once he was out I turned to look at my side to see that what was on the tray before has now been replaced with a covered plate of food, making wonder what this guy really wanted with me. At least he's had his fun he can go to his girlfriend.

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