inside her brought her mind back to her troubles.
Penny balanced her with one arm and one thigh while she slipped Beth's heels off and set them on the counter. She lowered her to the floor but never took her hands off of the weakened woman. "The toilet is behind you," Penny advised.
Beth trembled and looked at her. She winced as a fresh burning sensation knifed through her belly. When she caught her breath she asked, "Are you going to watch?"
Penny frowned. "Are you okay? I don't want you to fall."
"No," Beth hissed through another cramp. "But I'll be fine."
Penny hesitated and then nodded. "I'll be outside. Call if you need me."
Beth nodded and waited until Penny turned away before reaching down and pushing her skirt and underwear over her hips. She glanced up at the door and saw it was still wide open. She wanted privacy, but the pressure built in her belly and demanded release. She dropped, nearly falling back in her rush to land on the stool.
The emotional relief of making it to the bathroom was gone an instant later.
Chapter 8
Beth's lungs were on fire. She wheezed and rolled over in bed, curling up and covering her chest with her hands. She blinked her eyes open and saw blurry dark hair and pale skin inches from her. She gasped in a breath, lighting a new fire in her chest, and scrambled back until she fell off the edge of the bed and hit the floor on her shoulder and back.
Beth grunted and lay panting. After forcing herself to take shorter and shallower breaths to ease the pain she started working on tugging her legs out of the blankets. They were still up on the bed and wound up in the sheets.
With Penelope.
"Oh my god," Beth wheezed. She reached up and tugged on the sheets until she could work her feet free. She collapsed on the rug under the bed. She was spent. Fresh out of bed and she was too exhausted to even stand up.
Beth's belly twisted, sending tendrils of ice and fire up into her back and shoulders. "Not again," she hissed. Her stomach had different intentions.
Beth rolled onto her hands and knees, summoning strength she didn't think she had. She crawled into the on suite bathroom and made it to the toilet before pulling herself up onto it. She clutched her arms across her stomach and leaned forward, air whistling through her clenched teeth as she felt her muscles quiver and force her to endure her latest living nightmare.
Beth stared down at her belly. It wasn't just diarrhea this time, she felt like was having her period. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. "This can't be happening," she sobbed. She buried her face in her hands and shuddered while her body voided the parts it no longer needed.
By the time the hot flashes and cold chills passed she felt empty and miserable. She was done. For now, if not forever. She looked at the tile floor and wondered how comfortable it would be. Maybe, if she fell forward, she could hit her head and knock herself out. Or crack her skull open and end it all.
She took in a deeper breath. At some point while her stomach was ripping itself apart her chest stopped hurting. Beth shook her head. She wanted to die right now, but soon she'd be different. Better. Unstoppable. The woman that had held her and comforted her while she shivered herself to sleep. She was strong, beautiful, rich, and powerful. Candy was right, she was a catch. And she wanted Beth, but Beth wasn't sure if she wanted Penny.
Beth shook her head. She felt like she was on a reality TV show. Too much drama and stupidity and it was all in her head. She groaned and turned to look at the massive shower. Travertine tile, dual showerheads, and a rain head in the middle of the ceiling promised a healing experience. But first she had to get off the stool.
Beth cleaned herself as best she could and rose on trembling legs. She looked into the bowl and reached out to hold herself steady. The water was murky and red, but she could make out a few irregular shapes inside of
Penny balanced her with one arm and one thigh while she slipped Beth's heels off and set them on the counter. She lowered her to the floor but never took her hands off of the weakened woman. "The toilet is behind you," Penny advised.
Beth trembled and looked at her. She winced as a fresh burning sensation knifed through her belly. When she caught her breath she asked, "Are you going to watch?"
Penny frowned. "Are you okay? I don't want you to fall."
"No," Beth hissed through another cramp. "But I'll be fine."
Penny hesitated and then nodded. "I'll be outside. Call if you need me."
Beth nodded and waited until Penny turned away before reaching down and pushing her skirt and underwear over her hips. She glanced up at the door and saw it was still wide open. She wanted privacy, but the pressure built in her belly and demanded release. She dropped, nearly falling back in her rush to land on the stool.
The emotional relief of making it to the bathroom was gone an instant later.
Chapter 8
Beth's lungs were on fire. She wheezed and rolled over in bed, curling up and covering her chest with her hands. She blinked her eyes open and saw blurry dark hair and pale skin inches from her. She gasped in a breath, lighting a new fire in her chest, and scrambled back until she fell off the edge of the bed and hit the floor on her shoulder and back.
Beth grunted and lay panting. After forcing herself to take shorter and shallower breaths to ease the pain she started working on tugging her legs out of the blankets. They were still up on the bed and wound up in the sheets.
With Penelope.
"Oh my god," Beth wheezed. She reached up and tugged on the sheets until she could work her feet free. She collapsed on the rug under the bed. She was spent. Fresh out of bed and she was too exhausted to even stand up.
Beth's belly twisted, sending tendrils of ice and fire up into her back and shoulders. "Not again," she hissed. Her stomach had different intentions.
Beth rolled onto her hands and knees, summoning strength she didn't think she had. She crawled into the on suite bathroom and made it to the toilet before pulling herself up onto it. She clutched her arms across her stomach and leaned forward, air whistling through her clenched teeth as she felt her muscles quiver and force her to endure her latest living nightmare.
Beth stared down at her belly. It wasn't just diarrhea this time, she felt like was having her period. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. "This can't be happening," she sobbed. She buried her face in her hands and shuddered while her body voided the parts it no longer needed.
By the time the hot flashes and cold chills passed she felt empty and miserable. She was done. For now, if not forever. She looked at the tile floor and wondered how comfortable it would be. Maybe, if she fell forward, she could hit her head and knock herself out. Or crack her skull open and end it all.
She took in a deeper breath. At some point while her stomach was ripping itself apart her chest stopped hurting. Beth shook her head. She wanted to die right now, but soon she'd be different. Better. Unstoppable. The woman that had held her and comforted her while she shivered herself to sleep. She was strong, beautiful, rich, and powerful. Candy was right, she was a catch. And she wanted Beth, but Beth wasn't sure if she wanted Penny.
Beth shook her head. She felt like she was on a reality TV show. Too much drama and stupidity and it was all in her head. She groaned and turned to look at the massive shower. Travertine tile, dual showerheads, and a rain head in the middle of the ceiling promised a healing experience. But first she had to get off the stool.
Beth cleaned herself as best she could and rose on trembling legs. She looked into the bowl and reached out to hold herself steady. The water was murky and red, but she could make out a few irregular shapes inside of
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