Chapter 7 B For Blood

• Lethu
• My head stirred, my body being swung over. My arms wrapped around what I would say were strong shoulders. My legs wrapped around a waist so instinctively as if I had done it way too many times. Warmth, such thick addictive warmth spread all around me and I could not help but snuggle deeper.
• My head lay on a shoulder, feeling such warm feelings I could never explain. The person began moving with such ease. I was so secure I could barely feel the movement. I was drifting to much deeper sleep than before, my heart beating with such harmony it was soul healing.
• Water plopped down, echoing and pulling my mind to stir from the dreamy state it was in. As I slipped back into the world of the living, the sharp pain could suddenly be felt. My whole body was aching but one was too intense, having me moan. I wanted to twist and curl around yet where I was, there was no curling for me. My face buried deep into warm skin, growling.
• The moisture between my legs suddenly registered in my head. My eyes peeled wide open, my head tipping up, feeling myself just drip.
• Shit.
• Out of all days, out of all the days, this happened this morning!
• My cheeks burned, not even able to pull further from Elio’s shoulder. My heart drummed harder, just burning.
• “Sorry.” It was all I could say, my teeth clenched together. I could feel myself just drip onto his abs and I did not even want to see the scene. I just wanted to die, the smell telling me that we were going heavy this month. Forgotten was the pain, the shame too much to bear.
• My body shifted from Elio, wanting to jump off him but his arms said otherwise. He did not say a single word. Was he angry? Lord, he was probably fuming. I was literally just bleeding my menstrual blood on him. I wanted to disappear and never come back.
• Out of all days!
• I tried shifting again, his chest rumbling as a warning tore from his lips. I stopped whatever I had been attempting to do. He was definitely not a morning person.
• The tap was shut off, him moving to pour some products into the water before adjusting my body. I was sure he wanted to lower me to the bathtub and I did not dare struggle. Elio was scary. I was not planning to cross him, especially because he seemed to be in a bad mood. It was well deserved though, I practically called him through the night, dragged him from work, and made him sleep in my bed only to blot on him. My teeth sank in my lower lip to stop my laugh from escaping. I could not believe it.
• My body was gently slipped into the warm water. My eyes closed, the relief coming instantly. A sigh pulled through and for that second I could breathe. The period pains were like a heavy force on my back and abdomen, tearing my uterus apart. Everything fell away, just relaxing in the bathtub. Fingers were on my skin, my arms pushing up as Elio pulled the bloody t-shirt I was wearing out.
• My eyes flickered open, staring at him only to just glare wide-eyed. His abs were bloodied, the guilt hitting at me hard. Why wasn’t he throwing a fit? I expected him to scream at me or be disgusted yet as he held the bloody t-shirt, he walked to place it in the sink bowl, coming back to me. My eyes ran up his chest. He was a magnificent man, not even sure if he existed or my imagination was playing tricks on me. My eyes went higher, tipping even more. His pinkish lips were wet. If he smoked, he definitely had not been doing it for long. Something flipped in my belly, the pain coming back but I was not really paying much attention to it. His face was shaped by God on his good day, just perfection on a person then those green pools of wickedness.
• My breath escaped me, his devilish orbs arresting mine. I was caught ogling and there was no running from that. I could not read what he was thinking but the water was getting way hotter than a second ago. He had this darkness and wickedness in him. It should have been a crime to stare at another like that. Even as he strolled closer to me, it took everything in me not to squirm. It was too early for such sin to be standing before me.
• My brain cells were dying just from how stunning he was.
• Elio stepped into the water, my eyes following his every move. He drained the water and filled the tub again before he moved to clean us both. I was just frozen. All I could manage was to open my mouth in shock and close it after. The detachable head was pulled. He cleaned me to the best of his capabilities. We then stepped into the shower for the final cleansing before he walked out, leaving me there.
• He went to my closet, coming back with my underwear in hand.
• “They are there.” I pointed out, my voice shaky. I still could not process what was happening. Elio turned to open the drawer, pulling out a pad.
• “ Only one is left.” He finally graced me with his delicious voice and heavens I was going to hell. He was messing me up because what was happening was not normal. There was no part of me he had not touched and I had just met him a day ago after being kidnapped and assaulted. How was any of this normal? Yet if it meant being there with him then I would gladly be crazy and abnormal.
• “ Yeah, I was supposed to buy them yesterday…” I trailed away, biting my lip.
• He said nothing back, seeing a certain darkness fall over him. I swallowed hard, not even wanting to think of what happened the previous day.
• “How do I?” He asked, fumbling with the pad in hand which he had peeled open. My hand was held out, standing at the door of the shower but I noticed that he wanted to do it himself.
• I don’t know why but something in me just fluttered the fuck up. My heart was beating so hard and it seemed as if my abdomen had also grown a heart of its own.
• “Unpeel the long strip then paste it. When It’s pasted, unpeel the paper on the wings and tuck them behind.” I said lowly, having stopped even breathing with eyes gulping the scene before me.
• Elio got it on the first try. I turned, taking my washcloth to wipe my sex again before hanging it and turning to take the underwear.
• “Thank you,” I said out, pulling my underwear over my legs.
• He said nothing back.
• What was he thinking? What was he doing? Not being able to know what he was thinking or going through emotionally would drive me crazy. I turned to take my washcloth so I could wash it, walking out of the shower.
• “Go on before you get cold, I will clean up.”
• I could not even argue, I could not even just function. So many things were happening all at once, my eyes trying so hard not to travel down because a certain person was naked right before me.
• My body was heating up, deciding to scurry away before I fainted. My feet pat the cold ground, shaking my head.
• My life did not seem real. A day ago I was hopelessly single, with no boys even looking my way. All those that had seemed interested ignored me after a certain point. My first dates never turned into second dates. I had once found myself blocked after a single date with a guy. Imagine the dip that does to your mental health. I would not have dated him either but him blocking me was extreme. My body then suddenly stopped and I turned around, staring at the door with a deep frown.
• Elio.
• Could he have?
• I shook my head, not wanting to even consider it but it would make sense. At school, guys would ask me out then a week after, run, literally just changing streets when I walked nearby.
• My eyes narrowed, turning back around to continue oiling my skin. I did not know how I felt about that. Okay, that was a lie, some knots were being turned in my belly. My head shook, needing someone to shake me hard because this wasn’t right. My heart drummed harder at the thought of him chasing away any men that had dared to even look at me. My body temperature hit the roof and my folds flooded. Surely, I would be needing a change of pad sooner than anticipated. My hands shook, my breath caught.
• I pulled out my body mist, spraying it over my skin then I walked to get my best sweats and pulled them on along with a tank top even though it was cold. I bit my lip, deciding to stop being dramatic and wear a sweater over my body. I wore socks and just as I was straightening up, the door to the closet opened. My body froze before snapping out of it. I slowly pulled on my other sock as he walked about as if he owned the house. I did not mind really. I loved how he just took charge. He pulled a couple of sheets, leaving me dumbfounded.
• Who was this man? On his lower body was my towel wrapped around his waist, nothing else. He left his scent everywhere he went, marking my house and I loved every part of it. He came like a wrecking ball into my life and tore his way through with such force because I already could not imagine my life without him.