Garrett's Other Side

35.)

Rachelle's P.O.V:

"Do you love Garrett" Jordie asked.

Oh, God.

"I—"

How do I say this? How can I say it? Do I really mean what I'm about to say? Help me!

*** 2 Days Later ***

I woke up with horrible pains. It felt like I'd been stabbed with a knife. I looked over to see Garrett sleeping peacefully next to me and wanted to strangle him. Why was I so angry?

I went to get up, since I had to pee, to find that I had been laying in a pool of blood.

I started to panic.

"No! No, no, no, no. Ugh. What am I gonna do? Oh, God. This is so embarrassing! I hate being a woman" I quietly muttered to myself.

"What's the matter baby" Garrett asked groggily.

I had no idea what to say. I started crying, causing Garrett to shoot up. I covered my face in embarrassment as soon as we made eye contact.

"Awe, baby."

"I'm sorry Garrett. I— I didn't think it was coming" I sobbed.

"It's ok" he hushed.

"I've been taking my birth control, I don't know why it came early. I-"

"Babe?"

I ignored him.

"Babe" he called again.

Again, I ignored him.

"Babe?!"

I finally looked up.

"It's ok! It's not a big deal. We'll clean the sheets and take a shower, ok?"

"But... what if I ruined your mattress?"

"I doubt you did. There isn't that much blood baby" he said calmingly.

"But what if I did" I asked again.

"Then I'll get a new one."

That's it. He's perfect. You cannot convince me otherwise. He's everything I'd ever wanted. I don't ever want to be with anyone else! I just cried harder at his sweet words.

"Awe, Angel. Don't cry, it's ok" he cooed.

"You're just— you're being so sweet" I said.

"I don't know what kind of assholes you dated before but you're my Princess. I'm not being sweet I'm being a decent boyfriend. Every boyfriend should help their babygirl out" he said with a smile, but I knew he passionate about this.

"Ya" I said wiping my tears and trying to collect myself. Stupid period...

"Hey? Come on. Come here" he said getting up and walking us to the bathroom.

"Take your clothes off" he said.

"What?"

"We gotta wash your clothes, right? Or are you one of those weird people who throw away the clothes?"

"Oh, right. I— yes. I wash them. But I guess I throw them away if there's a stain on the pants" I explained.

"Right" he smiled.

I stepped out of my clothes, stunned that he wasn't completely grossed out. It was my blood and I hated seeing or touching it, but Garrett acted like it was nothing.