I woke up in the morning with pain, and my whole body hurt, especially my stomach, which was already considered colic. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I found out that my aunt came again, and she came on time, but unfortunately because I had experienced so many things in the past few days, I forgot about my aunt.

When I lifted the quilt, I found that my pants were soaked with blood, and there was a smear of blood on the sheets.

Looking up at my cousin, who had already woken up, he looked at me with a confused expression at this time, and said calmly.

"Help me go down and buy a pack of sanitary napkins, they need to be thicker."

My cousin nodded, and walked out with his hands and feet, not forgetting to close the bedroom door for me.

When he was gone, I finally couldn't bear the pain in my lower abdomen, and I clutched my stomach and lay back on the bed, rolling gently and moaning quietly. Moaning.

This pain was the most painful except for the first time, and I am afraid that it was due to the drunkenness the day before yesterday and sitting on the cold ground last night.

And I've been wearing less clothes lately, and I may still be cold, which is why it hurts so much.

When I fell asleep, the pain was not so strong, and now when I wake up, the sharp pain starts from the lower abdomen, first the stomach, then the waist and thighs, the severe pain makes my whole body tremble and numb, although I have experienced more pain in my aunt, but now I still can't bear it.

Obviously, I didn't ****, but I really let lemon, the god of mischief, simulate my aunt on me......

If I didn't have this setting, I wouldn't have to hurt once a month, and if I could see lemon again, I would have to ravage it again!

Sighing, I thought about the scene of beating the lemon in my head, but when I think about it, I can't do it at all.

The lower abdomen hurt even more, and I rolled on the bed until I was weak, and then I stopped panting, but I found that every time I gasped, I could drive the flesh on my stomach, and then the pain was even worse.

I didn't even have the strength to struggle, so I lay flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling, feeling the sharp pain on my body and the stinging pain on my face that had not yet subsided.

If I have **, if I really get married and have children in the future, wouldn't it hurt more?

I heard that having a baby is the most painful ...... in the world

I tried my best to think about other things to distract myself, and just when I felt that it worked, my lower abdomen suddenly spasmed, and I cried out in pain.

Only then did I think of my father, who might still be at home, and immediately closed my mouth and covered it tightly with my hands, for fear that my father would find out about my current state.

He was already very repulsive to me, and if he found out that I had become a woman or even a great aunt, he would definitely twist my clothes and throw me out of the door.

The cousin finally returned, his face flushed and panting, and it was obvious that he had just run all the way.

"Wow!"

He dropped a pack of sanitary napkins on my bed and sat panting in his chair.

"Are you alright? Does it still hurt? ”

"I'm cold."

My aching forehead was sweating, but my tone was still light, although he comforted me last night, but I had a problem with him from the bottom of my heart.

Even though I knew that my cousin couldn't help me, he once said that he would protect me when my father beat me...... If you can't do it, why make a promise to me, I still count on him, but in the end I can only be disappointed.

Without saying a word, he took out his clean pants in the closet, leaned against the wall with a sanitary napkin, and walked to the door tremblingly, ready to go to the bathroom in the hall to change into sanitary napkins and pants.

I don't have a bathroom in my bedroom, and the only one in the house is on the edge of the hall, near my dad's house.

My cousin stopped me and shook his head: "Uncle is in the hall." ”

"Lazy to ignore him."

Holding his lower abdomen, his calves are trembling all the time, and his body will shake twice with every step, even if he is holding on to the wall, he has to take a step against the wall.

Pushing open the door, I saw my dad sitting on the sofa watching TV, glanced at him, and then continued to walk towards the bathroom, while my cousin followed me, as if he was afraid that I would suddenly fall to the ground.

"What's wrong?"

I heard my father's question, stopped, looked at him coldly, wiped a handful of fine sweat from my forehead, did not answer, and continued to walk forward.

"What the hell is going on!"

Dad yelled suddenly, and I don't know why he would suddenly get angry every time I didn't answer him.

But at this time, it didn't seem to be just angry, I always felt that his tone was a little worried, but unfortunately it was just an illusion.

Although I was taken aback by my father's loud voice, I felt a little cowardly, but it didn't affect my thoughts that I didn't want to pay attention to him.

I was really afraid of my father, afraid of being scolded by him, afraid of being beaten, but he was also beaten and scolded, and I was fearless.

I still walked straight to the bathroom, using my spare eyes to see my father's reaction, planning that as soon as he moved, I endured the pain and quickly ran to the bathroom to hide.

Sure enough, I saw my father stand up with a gloomy face, walked away towards me, quickly quickened his pace, and wanted to run, but his weak legs couldn't be used at all, and after walking a few steps quickly, his calves suddenly lost his strength, and his body was crooked, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Rachel!"

I heard a cry in a daze, and then I was helped up by my cousin with a worried face, and the first time I looked up at my father, I saw that he had just walked past me and into his bedroom.

Biting his lip, he was pulled up from the ground by his cousin, and then walked into the bathroom in a leisurely manner.

The bathroom mirror showed my bloodless pale face, only my lips were bright red, and there was blood I had just bitten off.

I turned on the hot water and washed my face, but my head was in doubt.

Did Dad just call me?

But the tone seems to be in a hurry, it should be my cousin who called my name in a hurry, right? Although he always called me brother, he seemed to have called me by my name before.

It can't be Dad anyway...... He longs for me, a stinking and shameless ladyboy, to die quickly, and get out of this house quickly, so as not to tarnish his reputation with his relatives.

In his eyes, I'm just a shemale.

I changed into a sanitary napkin, walked out with my pajama pants that had been soaked in blood, and my cousin, who was leaning against the wall and doing nothing, saw me, quickly pulled over the rolled up clothes, and then reached out to help me.

Although I was in pain and could barely walk, I still waved his outstretched arm away and walked tremblingly, trying to go back to the bedroom and lie down for a while.

"I'll go buy medicine for you."

The cousin was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, walking up and down the empty hall.

"Whatever."

Frowning, the pain in my lower abdomen became more and more intense, as if a hammer was hitting my stomach at any time, and the joints of my limbs were also hurting, and I almost fell to the ground again.

Fortunately, he just shook his body and leaned against the wall in time.

"You throw my clothes on the balcony first."

Looking back at my cousin who was holding my pants and preparing to go out, I quickly reminded him, and my cousin reacted, threw off his shoes, and ran quickly to the balcony.

Frizzier than me.

I suddenly remembered that my cousin said that I was more frizzy than his ex-girlfriend, and now I realized that he was also very frizzy. (To be continued.) )