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was saying over my heart beating pounding in my ears.
“Layla, can you hear me? What happened? Are you okay?”
Rebecca came in next, worry written all over her face. That is, until she saw it was me who causing all the noise.
“What the hell is wrong with her?”
“I-it’s nothing,” I managed to rasp out as I touched my stomach. The pain had stopped and now I felt a bit embarrassed that I’d caused them to run. “I’m fine, just a stomach cramp.”
“That didn’t sound like just a stomach cramp.” Rebecca commented.
“Well it was.” I sighed. “I’m fine. Just tired. Can I go to sleep?”
My father still held onto my arms, which made me a little uneasy. He then looked at the clock on the stove then back at me.
“Where were you?” He asked raising an eyebrow at me. For a moment, I wondered if my appearance looked as if something had gone wrong. I didn’t remember checking myself before entering the house. “It’s after midnight.”
“And my birthday, so could you not punish me for this one? I was out with Marina and time just got the best of us.” I pursed my bottom lip in a pouting motion that I hoped my father still thought was cute.
He looked from me to Rebecca, who rolled her eyes at my childlike expression, then again back at me.
“Fine, just this once. But you know you need to call when you’re going to be late.”
I nodded.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked giving me a once over. He had removed his hands but they were still hovered over me like Devin’s had.
I thought for a moment. Was I okay? My side still hurt from where Miller had punched me but that cramp thing in my stomach had stopped and was now replaced with a slight throb in my lower back. But was I okay? Yeah, for the most part. So that’s what I told him.
“Yeah, papa, I’m okay. I just really want to get some sleep so I can concentrate tomorrow.”
“You mean today.” Rebecca mumbled.
I ignored her and took a step towards the door only to have to stop and cross my legs if I didn’t want to make an accident. I let out a small gasp as I realized what was happening.
“What happened?” My father asked frantic again.
“Crap,” I groaned. “I think I’m getting my period.”
I noticed my father grimaced involuntarily. “Aren’t the…the…you’re um-”
“What your father is trying to say is, aren’t the fifty dollar birth control shots we’re paying for every three months supposed to stop those.”
“Yeah.”
“So…”
“So nothing.” I straightened. “Now, if you excuse me I need to-”
“Ah!” My father shouted plugging his ears. He still wore his grimace. “I don’t wanna- j-just go do whatever it is you girls do in this situation.”
I resisted the urge to smile as I wobbled away.

Chapter Twenty-Nine
I was feeling sick to my stomach again and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the blood or my body reacting to the events of the night. I chose to believe it was a bit of both. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was still able to stand I would have thought I was bleeding to death from the inside out.
Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration. It wasn’t that much blood, but it was more than usual. Actually, it had to be more than humanly possible. But who was I to question mother nature and her mental verdict to cause woman to experience the opening of the floodgates of hell for seven distressing days. I bet being on the shot only angered her.
I laughed a little too giddily for my liking as I thought about her reprimanding women for being on birth control that prevented this bloodletting.
Once I’d composed myself, I disposed of the evidence and I began to perform my nightly routine for bed. I did everything except saying goodnight to my father. I didn’t want to risk him changing his mind about punishing me. Before I actually made my way into bed, I made sure I prevented any more accidents from happening.
My body tried to relax as I nestled within my comforter and I hoped that both the nausea and slight tingling feeling in the soles of my feet went away by morning.
Reluctantly, they didn’t. Morning came far too quickly for my liking and before I knew it I was waking up to the sound of my alarm blaring and a sense that I was going to vomit on my purple sheets. As I made my way to the bathroom, slowly because it seemed like the soles of my feet were on fire, I sensed that today was not going to be the happy birthday I was sure everyone was going to be screaming.
Seeing as it was my birthday I rather hoped my father would let me stay home, but I didn’t see that happening.
I prepared for the school day even though I didn’t want to. I just wanted to crawl back into bed and go back to sleep. The only good thing about the day was that I was no longer bleeding, which I found a bit weird. But my body did that sometimes. It was weird whenever it wanted to be and there really wasn’t anything I could do about it.
As I went to the kitchen to get breakfast I notice my father and stepmother whispering about something.
“I hope you two aren’t planning my surprise party this late in the game.”
The look my father gave me told me I was right, well half-right. I had overheard them talking about a party for me a few weeks ago but I didn’t think Becca would go for it. She wasn’t one to like happy things. Or at least happy things for me.
“No.” My father smiled. “That is not what we’re doing. But you will have to be home on time today.”
“Like directly after school.” Rebecca smirked. “No sneaking off to do whatever it is you do.”
I nodded. “Got it, I’ll be here.”
Before I could make my way to the refrigerator, my father tossed a banana and a cereal bar my way. I caught them clumsily and looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
“You need to get to school. You don’t want to be late.”
Again, I looked at him confusingly. “I’ve got like ten minutes before I have to leave. Can’t I scarf down-”
“No.” Rebecca snapped. “Now get the hell out the house.”
“Geez, alright,” I said backing up. “I guess I’ll see you when I get home.”
They said nothing so I took that as a dismissal.
At school the first words I heard were happy birthday. From almost everyone who walked by. Which was weird, because I didn’t know or like most of the people who walked by. Some were genuine while others were flat and laced with annoyance.
Once I reached Jack I realized why practically everyone who walked past me knew it was my birthday. Jack didn’t see me as I walked up behind him but I heard him reminding everyone of the day. Some people, the smaller freshmen for one, seemed a bit nervous at the larger senior just about threatening them.
“Jack, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked, though tried to be polite for the younger girl who was standing in front of him. “You can go.”
She left but not after muttering a happy birthday.
“You can’t just threaten people like that,” I said sternly. Sometimes I felt like his mother.
“But I wasn’t. I was just suggesting that they do. It’s not my fault it sounded mean because I’m taller than most of them.”
He smiled down at me for a moment then looked over at my locker.
“I’m still upset with you.” I commented.
He nodded. “And I completely understand why. But just open your locker.”
I did as he said and was shocked to see a dozen roses resting there. They were beautiful and smelt wonderful. They were all fully open and dethroned, meaning if I wanted to carry them around all day I could. But I wouldn’t. It wasn’t that I didn’t like them, they were gorgeous. I just didn’t want to ruin them.
Jack pointed inside my locker once more, causing me to take another look and see the card behind the flowers. It was small but the words within them were what really mattered. He apologized for what he did last night.
“I tried to call you but you never answered.”
I hadn’t even looked at my phone yet. Maybe Jack had been the one calling me. Not my father.
“I didn’t I mean to hurt you, Layla. It was supposed to be a joke. I guess it wasn’t as funny as I thought.”
It took a lot for him to say this and I knew it. He wasn’t really one to admit when he was wrong about something. And to be honest it made me want to break down and just tell him everything. He was always changing for me. Always so sweet to me.
And what was I doing? Running behind his back, cheating on him.
“So, what do you say? Do you forgive me?” He asked, blue eye showing complete sincerity.
Could he forgive me? I hoped he would.
My answer was to hug him. I had no right to be angry with him over something that silly when I was doing something far worse. Something that I couldn’t tell him about just yet.
“There’s another surprise at lunch,” He said smiling into my hair.
I pulled away from him and looked up at him meekly “Sometimes I think I don’t deserve a guy as nice as you.”
His smile widened. “Of course you don’t. You’ll just have to make it up to me somehow.”
I kept my smile but knew that wasn’t going to happen. I liked Jack. No, I loved Jack. But there would be no more sex for him. I was Devin’s. Not that I was his property or anything possessive like that. It just didn’t seem right to be having sex with two guys at once.
“I’ll see you in a few hours, okay babe?”
I nodded, not really knowing what to say. So instead of saying what needed to be said, we just went our separate ways.
First period was a blur as usual but second period was the class I think I liked just as much as my last. Mariana was always doing something spectacular for my birthday and I didn’t expect this one to be any different. Only it was.
She greeted me like she did every day, with a warm smile and that’s it.
“Is everything alright?” I asked a little concerned.
“Don’t get your thong in a twist, girly.” She smiled wildly. “I’ve got something planned. Just not right now. Oh, and also not today. There’s been a change of plans.”
“But-”
“No buts, I can’t tell you what it is because it’s a surprise.”
“If it’s about the party my fathers throwing I already know about it.”
“It’s not. That’s what has been changed.”
I looked at he a bit skeptically.
“I just got my phone back today from Mr. Simmons, which thank goodness I did because if I didn’t then I wouldn’t have gotten your dads message.”
“Wait, Devin took you’re phone from you?” That would freaking explain how he found out I was moving.
“Yeah, Mr. Simmons took my cell yesterday. I think he read my text messages too.”
“You think?”
“You’re not mad are you? I didn’t think