Jem...Chapter 86

Angel/Jem
Jem…Chapter 86

by Bailey Summers

Copyright © 2013 Bailey Summers
All Rights Reserved.

Jem…Chapter 86

Chapter 86

 


Author's Note: Picture used with permission from *lavonia on deviantart.


 
Chapter 86
 

“Oh…ow…”

Rayne looks over at me. “You okay?”

“No, my little grape teste is killing me right not and feels like a damned grapefruit…and that’s just eeew.”

“Well it was wedged up there and that can’t be good right?”

I look at her and I know I’m giving her this whole evil look because I’m really not in a good mood despite what I was told. The pain killer stuff is wearing off and I swear it’s giving me a hangover and my one boy bit is feeling swollen and it hurts and all of that is making me cranky and nauseous.

And she’d chewing on her lips so not as to laugh at me. While I’m sort of doubled over in the passenger seat with every bump being ow and threatening to make me want to barf.

“It’s not funny.”

“No, it’s not…it looks like it hurts.”

“It does.”

“Kind of like cramps huh?”

“No…that’s not fair I can’t have those so you don’t get to play that card with me okay.”

“Angel…”

“No…”

I cross my arms under my fake boobs and that just sort of tops my mood off the whole fact that I’m…I’m hurting and frustrated and it hurts…it hurts inside since not just what Dr. Vetter told me…that I’m PAIS which means that part of me kind of sort of was supposed to be a girl and I got screwed out of that too and had to live as someone that I wasn’t.

Rayne’s looking at me and she keeps driving but she gets quiet too and tense and it’s just pure shit for the rest of the drive to Wally-World.

She doesn’t get my door and she’s already walking across the parking lot ahead of me and I’m sore enough that I can’t keep up.

“Rayne dammit slow down!”

She gives me a dirty look and…

“What!” I ask her a little loudly.

“Fuck you.”

“What!”

“Fuck you Angel, you don’t ever get to tell me or anyone else that we don’t get the right to bitch and talk about stuff that’s going on with our bodies!”

“No?! Why so I get to be the odd girl out and you get to rub my face in the fact that that might be something that oh so fucking bad to you but someone like me would be fine with even fucking happy about!”

“I don’t care! You don’t have the right, my body my period my right!”

“What about my rights huh?!”

“Aaugh fucking guys…” She doesn’t yell that but hisses it at me.

She storms off and so do I.

Fuck her and fuck Wally-World, I can get what I need somewhere else!

My hurt, my body hurt is still lingering but the whole butt-hurt I had and everything is settling down and the whole thing of her and I having a screaming match in the parking lot is setting in and I’m starting to get the shakes and I’m starting to cry after a couple of blocks.

Fucking guys…

Me…

Yeah…

And my coat is in the van and its fall so it’s cool and damp and I’m really not dressed for it and I feel as miserable as I’ve ever felt back in school.

My phone rings twice and it’s Rayne and I turn my phone off.

I’m hurt, I’m hurt in a way that I don’t think that I’ve been hurt before and just seeing her name there has me starting to tear up again.

I get to this pharmacy and get my scripts filled and I find another store here in town where I buy some damned panties and pull the first pair on…unwashed out of the package and I stuff the rest in my purse and I head for the highway.

And yeah I start hitching a ride back to Harper’s Point.

I really should have bought some Kleenex too.

Thankfully it doesn’t rain or anything like that which was good considering I’m still cold from the amount of clothes that I’m not wearing and I’m a little surprised at how many people actually stop to offer me a ride.

After a few of the ones that I turned down because I was sort of creeped out about something or just scared of something about them I stop hitching and I just sort of watch and trudge and still two more guys at least twice my age slow down and offered me rides.

They didn’t seem dangerous-dangerous but very much like the kind of guys that’d perv on a girl and pull something like that whole… Cash, gas or ass thing and then try to collect once I was in there.

I really had no idea just how many perverts there were out there.

I do end up taking a ride from a woman who was headed my way and had a mini-van with a couple of kids inside headed to Harper’s Point because we have a Cost Co.

She actually even drops me off at the house.

“Thank’s Mrs. Sinclair.”

“No problem sweetie you and her should patch things up it’s not that big a fight.”

I had ended up talking to her and gave her them sort of impression that I wasn’t able to have kids like other girls and that we had a fight over that…

“I know it’s just I thought that of all the people that she’d…that she’d be different.”

“Oh Angel it’s going to happen, we’re all assholes sometimes and sometimes it just comes out in the moment whether we mean to or not and it’s worse when we’re girls.”

(Sniffle.) “Worse?”

“We don’t really hammer it out like guys and fight but it’s all words and other stuff so when we fight we fight dirty…it’s just how it goes sometimes…especially when we’re screaming at another girl.”

“So what do I do?”

“Honestly wait until she comes home and wing it, you should apologize to each other, life’s too short to let these things hurt for too long.”

“I’ll try… (Sniffle) …thanks again…”

“No problem sweetie call me sometime and let me know how this went okay?”

(Sniffle.) “Okay…”

I head inside and limp upstairs because I have a bit of a blister on my heel from my shoes and I turn my phone back on as I get undressed and Rayne’s the first call through.

I answer it. (Sniffle.) “Yes…”

“Where are you!?” She yell-sobbed into the phone.

“Home.”

“How’d you get home?” She still sounds upset and crying. Like hurt and stuff but still like she’s mad at me.

“I hitchhiked.”

“You what!? Angel that’s not safe!”

“Doesn’t matter right? I’m a guy I can take care of myself!” I cry into the phone and hang up on her and turn my phone off and I don’t really make it anywhere…I just hit my bed and grab a pillow and bury my face in them and cry.

** Author’s note: Please excuse this for being short but I wanted to leave this off here for feedback. I’d love to hear all of your thoughts on this fight before I decide what direction the next chapter will head too.

Thank You!
*Big Hugs*
Bailey.



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