He who holds the strings

Chapter 5 - Part 3

My thoughts about who the two people might be were confirmed the second after. I saw Beatrice was pressed against the wall. She seemed to have placed herself there on her own. Because she gave the person infront off her a flirtatious smile. Leaning over her with his hand resting on the wall above Beatrice stood Gabriel. I seemed to have caught them in an intimate moment. He was leaned towards Beatrice's face, she had her face bent up to him.

With flushed cheeks, I watched as they shared a passionate kiss. Their eyes were closed and they didn't seem to notice my presence. But as I thought that, Beatrice suddenly opened hers. I gasped when her gaze was directed in my direction. At first I thought she would break away from the kiss and catch me. But instead she held my eye contact for so long that I had to back away. My heart pounded loudly as I stood on the other side of the wall.

- I'm more interested in Robin's friend, i remember her words in that moment. So she got what she wanted in the end?

I gave up on the idea of ​​the toilet for now. I rather waited awake for Beatrice to return than to get involved in the scene that was unfolding out there.

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Somehow I managed to sleep off the pain, but instead I woke up with a stained sheet. I groaned loudly as I lifted the covers and saw the red blood stain and equally wet panties. So embarrassing, how do I manage to get away with this? As long as possible I tried to linger in bed while the others got ready to eat breakfast.

Beatrice stayed while the others went on their way.

- Do you have a problem? She sat on her bed still wearing her nightgown.

I felt my face turn red from her constant staring. Being so embarrassed by this also made me irritated at the same time. If it was anyone's fault that I was in this situation, it was hers.

- If you must know, I bloodied my bed because you and your "friend" blocked my way to the bathroom last night, I had no idea where the courage to pour all of this out of me came from. It wasn't like me.

But being ashamed afterwards of my words was more me. My expectation was that Beatrice would laugh at me, that was my perception of her. So when she hurried to bring out both clean sheets, underwear and wipes for me I seemed to gape in surprise.

- Now if you change and then go to the toilet, I will take care of the laundry, she said, waving me away.

My cheeks continued to flare as I stood up. Well Aware that the red blood stung even my eyes. But Beatrice pulled away the bedclothes without a word, and handed everything else into my arms.

- Take off your panties now, she said pointing her finger at my lower body. Never before had I felt so naked as I did when I stepped out of my bloody panties.