Page 125 of Unspoken Lies

“Really,” she says suspiciously.

Rachelle is moving a little sluggishly, and her eye lids are heavy. I doubt she’ll last through it.

“Yep. Whatever you want,” I say, standing to pocket my phone. “Are you done with your food?”

“Yeah. I was trying to eat more, but it’s just not happening,” she says, rubbing her stomach.

“What’s wrong with your stomach?” I ask, eyes narrowing.

“Nothing. It just kind of hurts,” she mutters.

Ugh, if I was Liliana, I bet she’d fucking tell me. Yes, I’m currently annoyed I have a cock and that she’s embarrassed to tell me.

“Go find some pajamas and then we’ll meet in Theo’s bedroom,” Jared suggests.

Rachelle gives him a pointed stare, making him bark out a laugh.

“I promise we will all be wearing clothes,” he swears.

Rachelle nods as she stands and leaves the room, and I blow out a breath.

“She looked really uncomfortable,” Jared grumbles. “I wish she’d just tell us how we can fix it.”

Calvin walks into the room, and stares at the plate of barely eaten food.

“Do I need to go back to smoothies?” he muses.

“She doesn’t feel well today,” Jared explains.

“Why?” he asks, folding his arms over his chest. He looks angry, and I know it’s because he likes Rachelle. Calvin makes sure we’re treating her well, even though she doesn’t know it.

There’s not a chance in hell we’d bring her into this house if we didn’t plan to repair what we’ve broken.

“Calvin, she has cramps,” Jared says pointedly. “I don’t know that she’ll be very hungry today, so I think a smoothie later might be a good idea.”

Calvin looks hard at us before it clicks for him.

“I know we have a heated blanket somewhere,” he mutters, picking up Rachelle’s plate and utensils. “There’s a tea for cramping and bloating I can make too.”

Did she not want to talk about bloating? In a world where girls are taught not to fart, I wouldn’t be surprised. I don’t give a shit about it. I want to know if she needs her belly rubbed or not when we cuddle.

There will be cuddling.I’ll just be wearing clothes this time.

“Thank you, Calvin,” Jared says. “Elijah went out for supplies. Do you need anything for the tea?”

“I’ll send him a message,” Calvin says with a nod, very much in his head as he begins to leave. “Oh, I suppose you need to leave soon for class, no?”

“We aren’t going,” I say. “We reorganized our day and are staying home. We’re meeting upstairs in my room to watch a movie.”

“Really?” Calvin asks, blinking as he gazes at us in surprise.

“Yes, she’s obviously masking that she’s in pain,” Jared says. “We want to help if we can.”

“I’ll text Elijah to also pick up pain medication for her period,” Calvin says, frowning. “If she’s already exhibiting signs of pain, then this may be a rough day for her.”

“That exists?” I ask, surprised. While I don’t know much about menstrual health, I have seen various threads on social media about how lacking the medical field is in pain management for women.

“It does,” Calvin says with a smirk, proud he knows something I don’t. To be fair, this happens often between us. “I’ll go make sure I catch Elijah while he’s at the store.”