Welcome to hell week.

It's that one week a month I hate being a woman. 

Sadly that week is this week. 

The moment I woke up I knew. I had to spend the whole more changing my sheets and remaking my bed. Of course it doesn't help that I have been in a bad mood all week. 

Let me recap its been just over a week since the football game. 

Monday when we came back to school Noah had a bruise on his jaw and cheek. I went up to see what happened. Noah was never the fighter, he didn't like violence. He avoided it at all costs, he has only ever gotten into one fight I've witnessed. It was freshman year with this kid Randy. I never knew what he fought over though.

Anyways I went up to see what happened to him. It's not the first time he's come to school with bruises, it feels like its getting more frequent though. When I finally sucked up my nerves and asked he just walked past me.

No literally I said, "Noah what happened are you ok?" and he pushed past me bumping into my shoulder. I haven't tried to talk to him since. I just wanted to know he was ok. 

So that was the start of my week. Then Tuesday Chelsea stayed the night since Dad had another haul. Lets just say I didn't sleep that night and it sounded like a cat was dying. Wednesday was no better I was tired since I couldn't sleep the night before and our Calc teacher gave us a surprise test. 

Thursday was actually ok, Delilah showed up to school. Her usually cheerful mood was replaced with what seemed like sadness. I asked her what was wrong and she just said stuff with her mom. I didn't push it. 

Then Friday was another game, since it was out of town and dad was gone I didn't have to go. Thank the gods. 

The weekend was boring. I could hear Noah with Brady in his room playing video games. Every time we crossed paths he just pretended I wasn't there. 

Oh and Derrick. We are officially together. As of Friday. He asked me out by my locker with a cute stuffed teddy bear. There was a little note on it that said, 'I like you beary much.' I thought it was cute, Brady just said I shouldn't be dating his friends. 

Now its currently Monday morning as I am replacing my sheets with a pain that wraps around my whole body I consider staying home. I already know I can't, I have a big test in History today. I just don't want to face anyone.

Once I am finished with making my bed I slide on a pair of cotton underwear. I throw on an old hoodie and a pair of sweats. I pair that with my Air Force 1's and put my hair in a messy bun. I don't even bother with any makeup.

I head down stairs and fill a glass of water so I can take some aleve for my cramps. 

Then I go outside and get into my brothers truck. Once I'm inside I lay my head back against the headrest and close my eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Brady asks me and I open my eyes to look at him.

I huff, "Hell week." I watch as my brothers face morphs into disgust. 

See one of the many problems with not having another woman in the house especially during puberty can be hard. When I first got my period I was in 8th grade. I woke up that morning and instantly knew. 

I had crept down to dads room to tell him what had happened. I know it was just as embarrassing for him as it was for me. He helped me strip the sheets from my bed. 

As we were doing that Noah and Brady decided they wanted to know what was going on so they came into my room and saw my sheets.

To say I was mortified would be an understatement. Noah didnt say anything I think he was embarrassed but Brady well he announced how gross it was. That did not help the situation. 

That week we all learned that I turn into a bitch on my period. It was hell for me as it was for Brady, dad, and Noah. So every time I get my period I let them know its hell week. 

"Great just great and dads not here to deal with you when you decide to go all psycho." Brady says his arms flying everywhere. Jeez Im not that bad. 

Classes seem longer than usual today and by lunch I am done. I head to my locker to put my things away from last period. When I open it there's a bag of marshmallows inside. 

One thing you need to know about me is on my period I crave marshmallows. It's weird I hate them every other day of the month but during that one week they're my best friend. Sorry Delilah. 

I pick the bag up and rip it open shoving them in my mouth. 

Derrick must of gotten them for me, I did give him a heads up this morning it was hell week. Of course he didnt know what I mean so I had to explain it to him. I didn't think I told him about the marshmallows though. I guess I must have. 

I sent him a quick thank you text and head towards the cafeteria. I decide to sit by myself today. Delilah said she's working on a project so she couldn't come down. I haven't seen her much recently we really need to fix that. 

Lunch and the rest of my classes fly by and I head home. Dad said he won't be back until Saturday which means I'll be alone until Brady is done with football practice. I mean he never spends time with me so its like im alone. 

By Friday I am feeling worse than I did on Monday. How is that even possible. I did reach out to Delilah and we decided we'd go to the Mall next weekend and I could spend the night at her house. I decide I'm going to skip the game and the after party at whoever's house, and just relax at mine alone.

Once I am home I decide to take a bath. I run some water and add a berry bath bomb and some bubbles. I strip out of my clothes and get into the water. I turn on some music and begin to sing to the music. 

My eyelids begin to get droopy. The last thing I remember before sleep takes over is the ending to  'Crying Lightening' by Arctic Monkeys. 

***

I wake up to loud thumping downstairs. Looking down I realize my feet and hands are all pruny I must have been in here a while. I quickly grab a towel and head into my room. 

I throw on a clean pair of underwear and a pair of blue cotton shorts, I decide to just throw on an old t shirt not worrying about a bra. 

Making my way out of my room my heart falls. There's people making out in the hallway, and the thumping is music. No, please don't tell me he threw a party. I quickly push past everyone making my way down the stairs. 

Looking around I see people from school, and some other rando's that just showed up. The stench of weed fills my nostrils. There is beer bottles and solo cups littered everywhere. I turn towards the living room. My eyes widen. Theres a girl dancing on the coffee table. 

I am going to kill Brady. 

Bumping into people I don't even apologize. They shouldnt be here. I finally find my brother in the kitchen. He's got a beer bottle in hand and Chelsea holding onto his other arm. Noah is standing across from them, a small raven haired girl hanging off his. I ignore the pang in my chest as I see red. 

What the fuck was Brady thinking. 

I walk up to him and smack his shoulder, he glares at me. 

"Why?" I ask him holding back my rage. He knows what that rule means to me. 

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Loosen up Bailey it's fine enjoy the party. Hey better yet go back to your room."

I clench my jaw narrowing my eyes at him, "I want everyone out of here." I say as calm as I can. 

Brady just rolls his eyes again, "Not happening."

"It's my house too." I say. Why can't he understand?

Chelsea looks at me in disgust as Brady begins to grow irritated. 

Just as I go to speak again we hear a crash. We all head to the living room. 

My heart falls and I feel tears prickle in my eyes.

My moms favorite glass flower vase lays on the hard wood floor. In a bunch of shattered pieces. 

I look up at Brady the anger coursing through me. 

"Bradley if you don't get these assholes out of the house I am going to scream." I see what looks like fear in his eyes. I rarely get mad. Annoyed all the time but mad? 

It's only ever happened one other time. It was fourth grade and this boy pushed me off the monkey bars. I was so mad I beat him up. Both Brady and Noah had to pull me off the boy. 

And this mad is far worse than some kid pushing me off the monkey bars. 

"Bailey im sorry-" he says looking between my eyes.

I lose it. 

"I FUCKING TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU NOT TO THROW A PARTY AND YOU DIDN'T LISTEN." I shout and I see him and Noah flinch. 

Mostly everyone has left or is leaving. Even Chelsea and the raven haired girl left at some point. 

"Bailey-" he starts but I cut him off.

"NO. YOU HAVE BEEN AN ASSHOLE TO ME EVER SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL AND I AM SICK OF IT. I AM SICK OF YOU NEVER LISTENING TO ME. I ASKED ONE THING. ONE THING."

The tears begin to stream down my face. 

"I NEVER QUESTIONED WHY YOU PRACTICALLY DISOWNED ME AS A SISTER OR-OR HOW YOU TRREAT ME LIKE I'M NOTHING TO YOU. THE ONLY THING I ASKED IS THAT YOU DON'T THROW A PARTY."

I guess everything is coming out. 

"NOW LOOK AT THIS." I point to the broken vase, "THAT WAS HER FAVORITE VASE AND NOW IT'S IN PIECES BECAUSE YOU." I point at him, "COULDN'T DO ONE THING I ASKED."

He walks towards me and I take a step back. I see Noah giving me a sympathetic look. He still won't speak to me though. 

I put my hand in front of me stopping Brady. 

"I want to be alone." I say before running upstairs and into my room. I lock the door and throw myself on my bed. 

Fucking hell week. 

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