I'm Here to Fix You - Broken Souls Series #2

Savior in disguise

Nah, don't read it. It's probably not worth it. I've written better chapters, that's for sure, but ... here it is, I guess.

CHAPTER 28 - SAVIOR IN DISGUISE

SILVIA'S POV

Somewhat dazed, I trudged off into the living room once out of the bathroom. I woke up feeling sharp cramps down South, that's a telltale sign for any woman, don't you think? My head felt heavy, but I suppose it's also due to how much I slept and how worn out I was when I fell asleep. I suppose now this is a definite farewell to the romantic chance we'd planned.

Then again, Ryan and I need to first of all define our relationship. Last night we kind of left it hanging, don't you think? We didn't exactly say the word out loud. He stormed out of Tess' place, yes, he said he'd go back to Aspen, yes, but he never said, word for word, that he didn't want to see me again. So we need to talk. In the end.

Right now I still felt too weak, though. Earlier outburst left me completely drained of my strengths, and now that Japan is attacking, I feel even worse. It's like there are workers relentlessly drilling my womb, others hammering in my head, and nausea was starting to crawl up my gut as well. The aroma that hit my nostrils the moment I set foot into the living room didn't exactly help.

Wait, who cooked?

When I entered the kitchen, and found the oddest sight ever, I startled. "Jake Watson cooking. Now I've really seen everything."

He laughed, not even turning around, as he turned off the microwave. "As much as I'd like to take credit, this is not my doing. I'm only warming it up, since Your Ladyship took too long in waking up, so everything turned as chilly as your cold stone heart."

I rolled my eyes as I reached the fridge, feeling my mouth too dry. "Haha, so funny."

Jake grinned, grabbing plates from my cupboard. I see he's made himself comfortable already. Then again, I've slept over four hours, he had time to discover my whole apartment. I'm actually surprised he stayed, but then, he's like that. Hell, he's been doing this all along. Every time I tell him to go, he stays. The more I push him away, the more he sticks to me. Yet when it's me to be seeking him, he goes aloof.

I poured myself some water, and reached for the compartment near the sink, where I keep common medicines. Jake eyed me suspiciously as I poured the content of the medication into the glass. "It's just Tylenol, for the pain." I explained.

"I can read names, thank you very much." He snorted. "The question is, why do you need it?"

I chugged down the medicine in one breath, then answered: "You don't wanna know." The only man I've ever known that wasn't bothered by periods, aside from my father, it's Ryan. My (ex) boyfriend never fled whenever he knew it was that time of the month. Poor fool. He's learnt by now I'm not me during those five days, yet he always stayed, no matter how much I mistreated him. Because believe me, I did.

I've taken after my mother in this. We're both really, really, really dangerous and aggressive those days of the month. I have no idea how could dad endure, also considering that until I lived there, it often happened that mom and I's period coincided. Poor daddy.

Before I could open the faucet to wash the glass, Jake grabbed my hand. "I thought we were past this." He claimed, serious. "I wanna know everything." Ah, the deeper meaning of such statement ... when will this guy ever learn?

I slid my hand out of his grip, and opened the faucet to wash the glass. My head was still pounding, hopefully the medicine will have its effect soon enough, but given how many times I take it, I doubt it. I have what doctors call dysmenorrheal. That means that when Japan attacks, for me it's Pearl Harbor every month. "Don't bother."