"We're really through!"

Malory

I was right to have blamed my attitude that day on the PMS. I should have known Mother Nature was on its way to wreck me soon.

It’s Sunday, and I finally wake up to the sound of my phone ringing for the millionth time. The minute my eyes open, I feel an extreme pain encompass my waist, womb and stomach, and my body goes useless in the bed. I stretch my hand to take my phone from the bedside table. The constant ringing gives me a headache. I try to sit up, and when I do, I realise there is blood on both the bed where I laid and most likely there would be on my pants too.

I groan. I hate cleaning up after a period.

I answer the phone, but I’m too caught up in feeling pain to process that this conversation even happened at all.

“Hello?” I say.

“Hey, do you know how long I’ve been trying to call you?” Kyle asks.

“No,” I say, trying to suppress my screams. I roll over on my bed.

“Check the time, Lloyd,” he says.