Chapter Eight
Alessandra
I was dying.
This was the end for me. Jenson would figure out how to survive on his own. He was a bright boy. He would find a wife someday, and I was going to miss it, but he would know I loved him with all my heart. I tried my best.
“Shit, Alessandra. Are you all right?” Joel was suddenly in front of me, his face full of concern. Maybe I should have given him a chance. At least for one night. A secret night of passion.
“I’m dying.” My voice was hoarse. I knew the end was near. So much pain.
“Seriously, Alessandra. Tell me what the fuck is going on. You look like shit, but you aren’t dying. And people say I’m an actor.” He was teasing me. It wasn’t nice to do when someone was about to go into the light. My eyes closed, and my hands clenched around my stomach. My fingers were gripping my shirt so hard that the material was close to tearing.
“My uterus is revolting against me for not having another baby,” I groaned, wanting nothing more than to go lie on the bed in peace and wait for death to take me.
“I see. Should have taken me up on my sex offer; I could have cured that problem for you.” He was fucking with me again, and really, hasn’t he been around any woman while she was on her period? We were bitches not to be fucked with. True to the almighty PMS, I went from debilitated, dying woman, to Xena the Warrior Princess.
“Really! I don’t want your baby! My uterus has been without a child for thirteen years; she’s gonna live. Only like, what, fifteen to twenty-five more years, and she will shrivel up. I don’t need your dick knocking me up! I am a strong, independent woman! I can handle it!”
Somehow in my rant I had stood and was now looking at him in the eye. He was holding in his laughter. I scoffed and pushed him into his chair so I could get this over with.
“You’re lucky I don’t feel like losing my job,otherwise I would make you look like Ursula fromThe Little Mermaid.” I put my hair back into a ponytail and met his eyes in the mirror.
“What?” He was just staring at me. Not with fear, like I wanted, but with something suspiciously like adoration. Ugh.
“You’re adorable. Need anything? Some Advil? Chocolate? Tampons? I heard milk helps with symptoms of PMS.”
“Yeah, I need to put makeup on your face so you can get out of mine. You’re irritating me.” He sort of wasn’t, but I was too far gone with the sickness to come back now.
He continued to smile, but he stayed quiet so I could do my job. Once he was finished, Kandi got him dressed, and we all walked over towards the set.
“Man, it’s hot out here.” I started fanning myself, feeling flushed and overheated. I looked up at the sky, which was overcast. Obviously I was going through a hot flash or something. Everyone just looked at me like I was nuts, but kept on walking. I knew that the first day of my period was the worst. The pain, the crazy, and I prayed hard that my other symptom didn’t emerge. Subtly, I looked to the side at Joel walking.
He looked delectable, just like always.
“Still not gonna do it.” I turned my head back to the stage door and repeated that mantra over and over.
Joel quickly went to work, and Kandi and I just stood there watching.
“You look like a hobo,” Kandi commented, calling me out on my non-effort.
“Yeah, well, I got my period.” I shrugged. I was rocking my cut-off boyfriend capris and loose shirt, with flip-flops.
“Gotcha. I got a stash of chocolate back at the trailer, along with other goods, if you need it. Blue bag behind all the clothes.” She popped a bubble then walked off. Sweet girl.
We worked hard for the next few hours, and when they gave us an hour break so they could change up the set a little, I ran back to the trailer, took care of business in the bathroom, and sought out that blue bag Kandi said she had.
“Heck yeah.” There it was. I didn’t wanna rob her completely, so I grabbed two Snickers bars and some Advil.
Once I was settled on the couch, and the liquid pill was starting to take effect, I dove into those chocolate bars, not even pretending to save one for later. Soon a smile started to appear on my face, and I felt happier. Chocolate really was a cure for all that ails. I was basking happily in my thoughts of chocolate when the door opened.
Then it hit me. No, no!
“Hey, just wanted to check on you. I brought donuts in case you were hungry for sugar.” Joel was being sweet, and it was the final nail in the coffin.
My other symptom of PMS was happening.
I was horny. It happened every damn time. But I usually managed with my little bullet at the house. One orgasm, and I was good for the rest of the week. It was just this first damn day! I was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
