Ivy
Istared at the bruise on my hip but didn't remember bumping into anything. Then again, I woke up to a weird sensation in my ass. I wondered if it had anything to do with all the raw meat I ate. When I googled it, I found that while it wasn't recommended, it was a common craving for pregnant women.
All I knew was that it made me feel better, and the awful stomach pains were gone. It wasn't something I could discuss with anyone. They would have me committed, but I couldn't go back to feeling ill again.
I was brushing my teeth and saw a pile of towels in the laundry basket. That was strange. I’d only washed them a few days ago. I remembered folding them up before putting them in the bathroom closet. I scratched my head and decided to look up baby brain later, hoping it wouldn't affect my ability to do my job.
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“Mmmm. That is weird as shit,” Sadie said around a spoonful of ice cream.
I poked at my own melting scoop.“I feel like I’m losing my mind, but—”
“But?”
I leaned in, whispering:“When I wake up, it feels like I’ve had sex.”
Sadie’s spoon halted mid-air.“Oh, you lucky bitch. You’re sleep-wanking.”
“How?” I gestured to my belly, a planet between me and my thighs.“I’d need a fishing rod to reach around this.”
Her grin faltered.“How often does it happen?”
“Every morning—for the last two months,” I confessed.
“And you're telling me now?”
“I thought you would have me committed.”
“Eh, that's a valid reason. I would definitely try to have you committed.”
I knew it. Luckily, no one knew about my raw meat diet.
“Set up a camera. Maybe your flat is possessed,” Sadie said, glancing at my neck.
“That's a good idea. I tried to stay awake but didn't get past midnight.”
“Want me to sleep over? Play guard dog?” She waggled her brows.“Unless you roll over and crush me to death.”
I threw my napkin at her head, laughing at her nonsense.
“Talking of death. Did the police find Alex?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I tried to call his mum, but she hung up on me.”
“She probably thinks you killed him. Do you want me to sleep over for a few nights?”
“Yeah, it would be nice to have some company,” I nodded. “I wonder what happened to him.”
“Hopefully, it was karma catching up to him. If things got bad, would you move back home?”
I shook my head. “My parents love having their freedom, and they deserve it.”
“True. They are more active than I am,” she said, piling more ice cream in her mouth.
“Are you okay?” I asked, worried about her.
“Yeah, I just—kinda feel as if I'm stuck in a rut.”
