Page 194 of Endgame
I can already see it. Him, forcing me to tell him where it hurts. Asking what he can do to help.
Everett will comfortme, after telling me about the death of his sister, who was possibly my mother.
All that pain in his eyes. All that ache. He’ll push it aside. He’ll listen to me, moaning about the searing pain in my lower belly. He’ll let me complain about how embarrassing this is, to have blood tainting my legs.
Better to say nothing at all. At some point, he’ll get too upset and give up.
Yeah, right.
“Aurora. Do not make me break this door down.”
Ignoring him, I rummage through the vanity cabinet and linen closet, searching for decent pads.
I find towels. Toilet paper. Soap.
They smell so lovely. They aren’t what I need.
Everything Everett does is well thought out.
Except he failed in stocking his home for me. Pads though? Tampons? There’s none of those here.
I want you with me. Want you pregnant with our babies.
Right, the almighty Everett must’ve counted on me getting pregnant on the first try.
My nipples harden at the same time that another cramp rips through me.
Fuck these period hormones. Fuck how horny they make me.
How disoriented.
A curse escapes me as I stare at the door.
“This is your last chance, princess.” The intimidating vibration of his warning reaches inside my soul. “You won’t like what happens if I have to come in there myself. I won’t use the remote on you this time. I’ll use my body. You’ll get to experience firsthand what you’re doing to me right now.”
“N-no. Don’t come in.” Another cramp assaults me and—“Ow!” Silencing the pained cry is impossible. It’s as if someone’s yanking on my insides.
Then my knees buckle, and I drop to the floor. I’m on all fours, a heap of flesh and bone and blood.
“I’m not leaving.” His fist on the door shakes the entire room. “You can forget about that. Let’s—” He groans, trying the handle again and again and again. “No. No fucking talking. Open the door. Consider this your last warning.”
His compassion, his possessiveness.
The humiliation I feel from how badly I want him here, , between my thighs…
While I’m bleeding…
A hot tear slips past my eye.
More tears follow that first one. Rivers of saltwater stain my cheeks.
They go on as Everett bangs on the door. As he talks to me, saying things likeWe’ll figure it out togetherandYou’re not alone, just let me in.
“And you told me you weren’t a good man.” I laugh through my tears. Sitting on my shins, my hands cover my crumpled face as I laugh. “Ha. Ha, ha, ha.”
The room rattles. An earthquake, I think. Yes, an earthquake and a storm. There’s no other way to describe the force of nature that’s in here, in this bathroom. With me.
A loudbangscares me so much that I yelp. It’s the door slamming shut.
