𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕊𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣 - 𝔻𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕤

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕕 (𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕞𝕒)

Age: 12

{1st POV}

I rarely see women because dad usually just eats them as soon as they get here. I only see men every single day. I don't get taught things that women are supposed to know. For some reason, no one wanted to educate me for what I needed to know. My dad never explained to me anything, which is why I was absolutely flabbergasted when I got my period. 

{Earlier}

I was walking through the halls of my dad's cult, as weird as it sounds, and I was heading to the bathroom. It has been a long day, even though I never go to school. My dad never let me go to school, saying that he could just teach me everything he knows. I agreed, even if I had no choice. 

After a couple seconds, I make it to the bathroom. I do my normal business and was about to wipe as I see blood dripping from...down there. I stare at it blankly, too shocked to move or anything. I awkwardly wipe it with toilet paper and I feel my heart beating in nervousness. Am I dying? Am I sick? Why am I bleeding there out of all places?

I feel my lips start to quiver and my hands start to shake as I continue to stare down there. It's fine. I'll be fine. I just need to look for dad and he'll get me a nice, smart doctor to check on me.

I wipe myself some more and look down at the toilet. Blood. Everywhere. I was used to seeing blood so I wasn't too scared, but I'm not used to seeing blood come from me, from down there. 

I flush the toilet and wash my hands, stepping out from the bathroom uncomfortably. It all felt uncomfortable and wet. It stunk too. How am I supposed to tell my dad? 'Hi dad my pussy is bleeding out I need a doctor'? That just sounds absurd. And ridiculous, he might not even believe what I'm saying. 

I'm definitely dying. This is horrible. I didn't wanna die like this, this is such an embarrassing way to die. I walk around, looking for my dad. He usually doesn't just walk around so maybe he's in a session right now...

I am next to his room now, and I hear him talking to somebody. Oh great, he's probably listening to their problems or whatever. 

I wait for about 15 minutes before the guy finally comes out. My dad seemed to say bye to him and the guy left with a servant. My dad spots me and waves. 

"Hey (Y/N)! Do you need something?" He tilts his head at me. I nod. "Yes, can I come in? I need help." I say. 

"Of course!" He welcomed me in and closed the door behind us, sitting down. "What's wrong?" He asked me. I awkwardly sit down, feeling my lower stomach hurting and my private part feeling weird. 

"I think I am dying. Everything hurts." I say, my lips quivering. I try not to cry and I make sure no tears come out. "Oh no?! What hurts?" He asked me in a concerned tone, even though he's probably not actually concerned since he can't feel any emotion. 

I awkwardly point to my private part with a frown on my face. "It's bleeding." I say. His concern automatically stops showing on his face which leads me to confusion. "Ohh that! Don't worry (Y/N) that's normal. Every girl gets it." He said with a large smile on his face. He pats my back and gives me this package. It says "Sanitary Pads" on the front. 

I tilt my head and raise an eyebrow. "What are these?" I ask him. "They will um...contain the bleeding! Yeah!" He said. "Just put them on your underwear and boom." He smiles while explaining to me. 

I hurry to the washroom next to his room and do what he told me to do. It still felt all weird but it was better than before. I still had so many questions. Why did only women get periods? And why am I getting it only now and not when I am a baby? Is this some sort of disease women go through? 

I blush in embarrassment and come out of the bathroom. What my dad does next is unexpected. He envelops me into a tight hug. I squeak in surprise and hug back. "Awwww, my little baby is already a teenager!" He said. I look at him and see him with his emotionless smile on his face. 

What's the point of him acting like he cares when he knows that I know he doesn't? Unless he actually does care.