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“I’m on my goddamn period, okay?” I shouted at him, wincing and dropping down to the floor, the cramps becoming unbearable. God forbid I could get through this pain without suffering from the embarrassment of having to announce it to the entire household.

“Well, Jesus Christ, just spit it out next time.” he snapped and scooped me up into his arms. Instead of walking to my intended destination of the basement, he took me back to his room, and I groaned and rolled onto my stomach as soon as he set me down on the bed, wishing I could just pass out already.

“Let me help,” he ordered, slipping his hand underneath me until it was pressing against my lower abdomen. A blissful pulse of heat radiated out of his hand, soaking into my tender abdomen and relaxing the muscles that were currently screaming in agony. I actually moaned out loud, relaxing into his hand, and the rest of my body gave out, surrendering to the warmth of his fingers.

“Oh my god, thank you,” I whimpered, feeling him lay down on the bed next to me. Carefully, he pulled me over towards him, turning me until I was on my side, pressed against him with his hand on my stomach.

“You have scared every person in this house today.” He told me bluntly, and I sighed, too sore to care about that right now.

“I’ll apologize tomorrow,” I murmured.

“You know, there are other things that can help with cramps,” Cain told me gently. “And there are several people in this house who would be more than willing to help you. You just have to ask nicely,” I grumbled, and he chuckled in my ear. He was being so... weirdly kind to me today. I wasn’t used to sensitive Cain.

“Help how exactly?” I asked, my eyes closing as I relaxed under the heat of his hand.

“I’ve read that orgasms help with cramps,” he told me softly, and I sputtered out a laugh.

“No one is going to sleep with me right now,” I replied tiredly. “It’d be like fucking a badger,”

“You’re all bark, you’re too tired to bite,” Cain smirked, and his free hand slipped under the waistband of my pyjama bottoms and inside my panties.

I tensed, but at the first brush of his fingers against my sensitive clit, I practically melted into his arms. “Oh god,” I whimpered, and he took that as encouragement, circling and teasing the tender bundle of nerves with a slow, almost torturous precision. It felt so good, the pleasure distracting me from the pain as my pussy thrummed with need, spasming as small sparks of heat pulsed through it. “Fuck Cain, oh my god!” I whimpered, writhing in his arms as my orgasm ripped through me, taking my breath away.

“Well, it sure took the fight out of you at least,” Cain teased, but I was too worn out to care. I let Cain be my human heating pad as I drifted off to sleep in his arms, my cramps already a distant memory.

Chapter 19

Piper

The moon needed to stop moving before I fell off the Earth. I was on my bed, I think. But I could see the moon through the ceiling, or maybe it was the window. Was that the moon even? It felt hot against my eyes. Maybe it was daytime already. What time was it?

I rolled, trying to orient myself, and the world threw me in the air, hard enough for me to land on the ceiling. I sat up, or down? And maybe it was the floor. My stomach hurt. I wasn’t sure if it was hunger or death clawing at my insides. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d eaten. It depended on what day it was today.

I crawled until I reached the door and pulled myself up, trying to find the doorknob. I couldn’t remember going to bed, or when I’d put on this shirt. It was red. Was red Wednesday, or Monday? Shit. The doorknob reformed itself in my hand, and I stumbled outside, the moon - or the sun - still shifting the Earth too much for comfort.

I followed the sounds of voices down the hall and climbed up the stairs. Or, down the stairs, it was down from here, I think. One of the stairs jumped free, and I floated away before the house slammed into my back. “Jesus Christ Piper, not again!” I heard a voice call me. Was that Cain? I looked over at his face as it shifted from old to young to ageless, his eyes smoking as they fell out of his head. Arms hooked under my shoulders, pullingme out of the water. How long had I been under? My lungs burned with the need for air.

“He must be high again.” someone told me or Cain, and my chest heaved, and an ocean’s worth of water came pouring out of my mouth. I heaved again and more water came. It wasn’t ocean water though, it was from the bathtub he tried to drown me in. Or was that me? I couldn’t remember. Someone had drowned, or had tried to drown, or would be drowned.

“What is that?! Is he dying?” My little spider, her voice like a song in a rainstorm. Was she still here? She hadn’t left yet. That was good. She couldn’t leave. We had to save her. I heaved a third time and this time a small spider came out along with the bath water. Poor thing, he’d drowned her too. Maybe the pain-eater could help... but he only ate pain, not death. Was he dead, too? He had tried to die before. Or had that happened yet? What day was it again?

My little spider - the live one, not the dead one, yet? She was reaching for me. Her hand touched my face and the whole world flipped upside down, or no, right side up. The kitchen was back in focus, although it was a lot more wet than it normally was. My head hurt. Had I hit it on something? Cain knelt down beside me, and oh boy, he looked mad.

“What did you take this time, Piper?” he burned my eyes when I looked at him, so I looked at my little spider instead. She was soft and gentle. I gripped her hand tightly to stay on the ground.

“I didn’t take anything, I don’t think...” I frowned, my mind floating in broken-up pieces in my skull.

“You just fell down the stairs and threw up about a gallon of something all over the kitchen!” Cain snapped. “Not to mention, you’ve been muttering about drowning and dead spiders. You’re telling me you did that sober?”

“I remember... I remember going to sleep.” I muttered, rubbing my eyes. “But something bad tugged at me and pulled me out. Something bad is going to happen... or did happen? Maybe both, I think.” I sighed.

“Well, you fell down the fucking stairs. Was that the bad thing?” Wyatt asked, sopping up the mess on the floor with a towel. “Man, what the fuck is this? Is this water?”

“It looked like you had nearly drowned,” Addy told me, her voice pulling me back just as I’d started to fall away again. I hooked my arms around her and pulled her down into my lap. She’d keep me from falling.

“I did. He was drowning me in the tub. I couldn’t breathe, and no one came to save me. Then he just stopped,” I murmured. “I woke up on the floor. I coughed up so much water I thought it would never stop coming out.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Cain asked in a low voice. It wasn’t me who drowned, that’s right. It was a little boy, a small child named Cain. They should’ve named him Abel. His brother was the killer, not him.

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