“Miss! Miss, are you okay!? Let me in!”
I let out a sigh of relief that it is Abigail and not Samuel.
I pull my pants back up and hurry to the door. After I let her in, I lock the door again once she is inside the restroom with me.
But it is only a matter of time before he will knock on the door. I know he heard me scream, and with how protective he is of me, he will come see whatis wrong.
“I-I am bleeding, Abigail,” I sob. “I don’t know what I did. I just—I didn’t feel good last night, and this morning, it was worse...” I am crying full-on tears. “I think I am dying, Abigail. There is blood coming out of me.”
“You are bleeding?! Where!? Miss, you have to show me your wound.” Her eyes survey me, looking for the source.
A bang rattles the door, and Abigail and I jump closer to each other, startled.
“Eden! What’s going on!? I heard you scream!” Samuel yells at the door, turning the lock handle. “Open the door, Eden!”
“Abigail...” I ignore Samuel. “I can’t show you,” I say, but she looks at me like she’s confused. “I am bleeding”—I point to my center—“down there.” I blush, embarrassed and scared. My body shakes as I whimper in fear.
Her brows knit for a second before her eyes widen. “Oh, ooooh!” She brings her hands to her lips, trying to cover the smirk playing on her mouth a second too late.
“Abigail! I am scared, and you are smiling?”
“Please forgive me, miss. It’s just—”
“Open. The. Door. NOW!” Samuel yells louder with another bang.
“Samuel, please give me a second! Abigail is here with me!” I beg.
“Miss, you are not dying.” She almost giggles as she takes my trembling hands in hers. “You are becoming a woman is all.”
“What are you talking about?”
“This is nature’s way of saying you are a woman now. The Divine will be pleased.”
I shake my head. “I don’t understand.”
“Has Mrs. Donovan not talked to you about... this.” She motions to my situation.
“Obviously not, Abigail.”
My eyes tear up, and I look away.
“Miss, I am so sorry.” She gives me a gentle hug. “You must be so scared. I apologize for my reaction.”
We both jump as the door clicks unlocked before Samuel swings the door open, barreling through like a mad man. “What the hell is going on here!?”
“Sir.” Abigail releases me and takes a small bow, keeping her head lowered, her eyes on the ground.
“Samuel, please, she is helping with—”
“What? Helping you with what?” He looks between us. My cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Someone better start talking.”
“Samuel, stop.”
He raises a hand for me to stop speaking. “Abigail, what happened?”
She looks at me before her eyes land on Samuel. “Ms. Donovan needed help. She is having her first cycle.”
I groan at her confession, but I know she had no other choice.
