Moonspell (1) Werewolf Romance

02. Everything is chemistry

M.

Moving into a new apartment holds many feelings: excitement, nostalgia, and maybe fear...

Mila was looking at the sun rising, and her eyes became teary. They had made it. They got a place to stay, a place in which nobody would hurt her, a place in which she felt safe for the first time.

It had not been easy at all, and she still felt bad for Dan, the man whose wallet she stole while he was flirting with Dasha, bewitched by her beauty.

Desperate times require desperate measures, I guess. A fleeting thought meant to bandage her bleeding conscience.

He had had six hundred thirty-five pounds in cash there. They were lucky; he could have had nothing. That money sufficed for food after they paid the deposit and first rent.

Petra was beyond displeased when she told her that they would not be receiving money that month and she didn't hesitate to remind the already very guild-driven Mila about everything she owed them. Her mother's words were still echoing in her head, calling her an ungrateful daughter and many other more explicitly unpleasant adjectives. Despite their flaws, her parents raised her and took care of her as well as they could. She would have to find a solution, a legal one, to be able to provide for them. That night in the club had been extreme. She felt her heart pounding to almost get out of her chest when she grabbed that wallet.

"Hey, you're up."

It was Dasha's sleepy voice echoing from behind her. Luckily, Dasha was a heavy sleeper because now they had to share a bedroom for quite a while till they would be able to afford a bigger apartment.

"Yeah, couldn't sleep anymore. What about you, why are you up?"

"I have horrible period cramps. I need to take an Ibuprofen. You know how that is," said Dasha.

"Yeah..."

That was actually a lie; she didn't know how that was. Mila never had had a period.

When she was a teenager her mother never had that coming-of-age talk with her about periods and sex. She had been too absorbed by her own person and the lover she had at that time, but there were changing room talks between girls and Mila always wondered if there was something wrong with her.

After she turned sixteen, her mother started being interested in the subject. She was a little uncertain where the sudden interest came from, but it resulted in her mom assuming she was pregnant and a horrible beating from her father. She still had the scar on her stomach from that one time and the ones in her mind of him screaming 'you are a whore like your mother'.

They soon noticed they had been wrong about the pregnancy, none of them apologized though and none of them cared enough to look for an explanation.

After three months in London, she decided to do something for herself and get the diagnosis she put herself based on internet knowledge confirmed.

Amenorrhea. It sounded like the name of a freaking flower.

It was strange, however, that the cause seemed not so obvious. All hinted at a hormonal imbalance with a surprisingly untraceable cause.

Further tests would have cost money she did not have, so she decided to drop the matter.

It did answer some questions, though. The low hormonal level explained her inexistent sex drive, which lead to the fact that she was a virgin at twenty-three. She didn't really care. In the depth of her being, she always felt like a freak and an outcast in many ways.

The peace she was experiencing living with Dasha was just beautiful and the other girl was bringing so much joy to her life. They were watching movies on weekends, walking the streets window shopping, and had fun doing housework together.