Chapter 14
Elizabeth
I’mworkingmyfirstshift of the week at the diner, and I know it’s coming; I’ve been feeling the cramps all day, my back is sore, and my tits feel massive… urgh, I hate my period. I’m already on birth control to try and lessen the impact they have on me, but for four days every month, I feel like absolute shit.
I haven’t been with Angel yet during a period so I’ve got no idea what he’s going to be like; some guys are great, it doesn’t even phase them, and on the rare occasion I feel in the mood they’re happy to get involved regardless of how messy it gets. But other guys, well, they can be assholes. So what, it’s okay to watch action and horror movies full of blood and gore but you can’t handle a period—fucking ridiculous.
The diner is quiet, so I pull out my phone and fire off a message to Angel.
Just a heads up, but I got my period. You can still come over to sleep, but if you don’t want to that’s cool. I know some guys like to steer clear. Just let me know, so I know whether to get the bus or not.
His reply comes through almost immediately.
Doesn’t bother me. See you at 3.
I chuckle, not even bothering to try and interpret his message, honestly it could mean anything. It will be easier just to wait and ask him in person later.
Usually, he waits outside for me on his bike, but tonight, at five minutes to three, the door opens and in he walks.
“Hey beautiful,” he says, walking up to me with a smile and putting his arms around me in a gentle hug. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay, you didn’t have to come in, I know where to find you.”
“I know,” he says, “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, and I was gonna see if you needed any help with Brian.”
“Why would I need help with Brian?”
“Well he’s gonna need to take it easy on you this week, give you extra breaks and stuff.”
“And… why would he need to do that?”
He looks at me as though I’m crazy, then lowers his voice, “Elizabeth, you text me and told me you’ve got your period.”
“So?”
“So, they can be uncomfortable and painful for some people, you need to make sure you take it easy.”
I can’t help but laugh. “As much as I wish everyone thought like that, the world doesn’t stop every time someone gets their period, otherwise nothing would ever get done.”
“But—”
“Angel,” I quieten him with a hand on his chest, “I’m fine, I deal with it, it doesn’t affect work or college. Okay?”
“Okay,” he nods reluctantly. “But you tell me if he has you doing anything that makes you feel worse.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “I will, I promise. Now let me grab my stuff.”
He takes my hand as we leave the diner, but I don’t see his bike anywhere, instead he leads me to a shiny black car.
“No bike?”
“I thought you’d be more comfortable in the car this week,” he says, opening the passenger side door for me.
What the fuck is happening? Here I was, thinking he’d disappear for a week, and instead he’s turned into the fucking period whisperer.
I get in the car, surprised at how nice it is: leather seats, digital display, fully detailed.
“Is this yours?”
