Without a second thought, I dash into the house with Timmy shouting my name in the background. I head straight to the freezer, where I discover it's brimming with food.
“YOU LIAR!” I bellow at Timmy, feeling a surge of anger inside me.
Timmy steps into the house as Cain trails behind him and positions himself near the front door. “Uh…uh–” Timmy stutters, clearly nervous about something. Sensing that there may be trouble, I confront him angrily. “You want the money for drugs,” I say in a stern tone. Timmy moves closer to me and I look up at him, trying to gauge his intentions. “It's only fifty bucks,” he says dismissively. “Stop being a bitch, I'll pay you back.” I wave my hand in frustration and reply, “I'm not going to feed my little brother's drug addiction.”
I stand there, my heart racing with anger and frustration. I can see Cain's expression change as my brother calls me a bitch. Despite this, Cain chooses to remain neutral and doesn't get involved. Meanwhile, Timmy steps closer to me and speaks in a hostile tone, “It's not an addiction! You're a bitch, Tessie.”
I refuse to give Timmy the money and try to walk past him, but he grabs my shoulder tightly. Suddenly, Cain rushes towards us and intervenes, saying, “Whoa, don't think so, buddy.” Timmy immediately lets go of my shoulder as Cain stands between us. “Tell your dog to back off, Tessie,” Timmy shouts at me, but I am relieved to have Cain there to protect me.
Tears well up in my eyes as I confront Timmy. “Look at you, Timmy. I don't even know who you are anymore.”
Timmy hesitantly steps forward, but Cain's presence remains a deterrent. Timmy’s expression is remorseful, but Cain stands between us, his eyebrow cocked in warning.
“Just please lend me fifty dollars,” Timmy begs. His desperation is palpable.
“No, Timmy,” I say firmly, my resolve unwavering. I turn and leave the house, Cain following silently behind me.
Timmy's hurt turns to anger and he shouts after us, “YOU FUCKING CUNT!” The words are like a knife in my heart, but I know I can't give in.
Cain and I hop into his Jeep and the engine roars as we drive away. We make our way down the road and I can't hold back my tears any longer. “I'm so sorry you had to witness that, Cain,” I sob. “He never used to act that way.”
Cain swiftly pulls over to the side of the road and turns off the engine. His eyes fill with compassion as he turns to me and takes me into his arms. “Shhh,” he whispers soothingly. "It's ok. Let it out.” He gently kisses my forehead and I feel a sense of comfort wash over me. “Let's get you home, ok?” he says as he starts the car again, continuing on our way.
I step inside the house with tears streaming down my face. Mike rushes towards me, his concern etched on his face. “Whoa! Whoa! What happened?” He gently places his hands on my shoulder and glances at Cain, who is standing a few feet away.
Trying to compose myself, I wipe my tears away and reply, “It's nothing, just a disagreement with my brother.”
Mike pulls me into a warm embrace, resting his chin on my head, as Nate quietly approaches from behind.
“Anything we need to sort out?” Nate inquires, his tone laced with concern.
Cain responds bluntly, “No.”
I pull away from Mike's embrace and gently kiss his cheek. “I think I'll go take a bath,” I whisper, my voice shaking slightly.
When I step into my bedroom, I glance around and notice a massive box sitting on my bed. Curiosity strikes and I approach it, wondering what it might contain. As I open it, I'm taken aback by the sight of every period product imaginable: pads, tampons, liners, chocolate, hot water bottles, painkillers—you name it—it's all there. I can't help but mutter, "What the—" in disbelief at the sheer amount of products before me.
I make my way into the lounge, and as I look around, I can see the trio sitting comfortably on the sofa. I can't help but giggle. “What's the box about?” I ask curiously.
Without hesitation, Nate stands up and approaches me. “We know that you will get umm…” he trails off, struggling to find the right words.
“Periods,” I finish his sentence for him, not wanting him to feel embarrassed.
“Exactly.” He nods. “We just wanted to make sure that you're prepared.” I can't help but feel touched by their thoughtfulness. Seeing them put together a period box for me is heartwarming. Their gestures makes me like them even more.
Cain stands up and walks toward the bedroom. A few moments later, he exclaims loudly, “Jesus, how many period products do you think she needs?” His tone is laced with amusement as he walks back into the lounge, shaking his head and laughing heartily.
I express my gratitude. I wrap my arms around Nate for a quick hug. However, before I can fully embrace him, Nate playfully slaps my ass, making me jolt in surprise. As I turn to walk away, I can feel the gaze of everyone in the room upon me. I retreat to the sanctuary of the bathroom.
I sink into the bathtub, enveloped by the luxurious bubbles that caress my skin. The warm water embraces me, easing away the tension in my muscles. Suddenly, a faint tapping echoes through the bathroom. I turn my head to see Nate peeking in through the partially opened door, his curious eyes fixed on me.
Nate comfortably sits on the tiled floor next to the bathtub. A smile spreads across my face and we exchange a silent greeting. Our eyes lock and a moment of understanding passes between us without either of us needing to say a single word.
He slides his hand into the warm water, creating a mesmerizing swirl. Without a word, he reaches for a nearby jug, fills it with water, and tilts it, letting the water stream down my back. The sensation of the droplets hitting my skin brings a moment of tranquil stillness as we both stare at each other, lost in thought.
He sits on the bathtub's edge, leans toward me, and kisses my lips. I can feel his warmth and tenderness as I place my wet hand on his face, savoring the moment of intimacy and connection between us. His soft lips and gentle touch make my heart flutter.
He picks up a soft sponge and dips it into the warm bath water. He starts to clean my body with gentle strokes and I can hear the soothing sound of water flowing through the sponge. Occasionally, a drop of water falls from the tap into the sink, creating a rhythmic pattern that blends with the sound of washing.
I gaze up at him, captivated by his piercing blue eyes. I reach out to him and gently brush his tousled hair out of his face, feeling the dampness of my touch on his forehead.
Nate's hand dips deeper into the water and I open my legs for him. His fingers gently caress my clit. A soft whimper escapes my lips as the relief overwhelms me.
The sound of the water splashing in the background creates a serene atmosphere. Our eyes lock in an intense gaze as if we are communicating a thousand words without saying a single one.
Under the soothing ripples of the water, I can’t help but let out a soft moan as he massages my clit. It's as if he has a secret touch, a magical ability to make me want to orgasm so quickly.
An orgasm is pending; I feel it is building up.
As he speeds up his motion, water droplets splash onto my face. The way he's massaging my clit is genuinely amazing; I can feel the tension and stress melting away with every stroke.
His fingers move in a rapid motion over my clit and I throw my head back and bite my lip.
I muster the courage to break the eerie silence that surrounds us. With a hushed voice, I whisper, “I'm coming, baby,” my heart pounding in my chest.
My lungs heave for air as I reach out and clutch Nate's forearm beneath the water's surface. The sensation of his fingers rubbing my clit is simply divine, sending shivers up my spine. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he notices my reaction.
