Shuffling around on the bed, you slowly open your eyes to see Justin walking into the room after coming out of the bathroom.
"Morning, babe." He mumbled, half asleep.
You groaned in response as you stretched. You sighed, standing up and making your way into the bathroom to do your morning routine.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Justin shouted through the room, making you follow his bellow and poke your head out of the bathroom door.
"What's up?" You frowned, confused as to what the anger in his voice was aimed at.
"You wanna ask 'what's up?'? You fucking leaked all over my fucking sheets! Do you realise how disgusting that is?" Justin cringed and scrunched his face up as he continued to raise his voice.
Your face heated up at his words and in fact, at the whole situation. "Okay, I'm sorry but Justin it's noth-"
He interrupted you as you tried to speak. "I don't wanna hear, can you just get the hell out of my house? I feel sick." He growled as he walked passed you and into the bathroom, practically throwing you out.
You felt anger and embarrassment run through you as you collected your things and left his place, not even wanting to see him.
You spent the next hour at home alone doing almost nothing. That was, until Justin texted you to come over. You went in hopes he'd apologise, not that you'd forgive him that easily.
"Justin?" You shouted through the house, only to have him shout back from upstairs.
Once you reached his room, you sighed as you looked at him.
"If you think I'm washing these, you've got another thing coming. Kindly clean up your mess." He muttered before knocking shoulders with you as he walked out of his bedroom.
Your jaw hit the floor as you followed his movement. Sighing, you guessed it was your fault so the least you could do was wash them. But once this was done, you were done with his ass for a while.
Heading down the stairs, you saw Justin sat on the couch comfortably. You envied him as you felt cramps run through your lower body while your back ached. You walked over to the washing machine and set it to the right dials.
"Oh, [Y/N]? She's in the kitchen cleaning her mess." You heard Justin speak sarcastically from the other room.
Before you knew it, Gigi and Kylie walked into the kitchen. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Gig mumbled as she realised what was happening, you sighed and agreed with them by nodding your head. "Justin, get your ass in here!" Kylie shouted angrily.
"Please tell me you are not mad at [Y/N] for being on her fucking period." Kylie folded her arms.
"I'm not, I'm mad because she made a mess." He spat, glancing at you slightly.
"Who the fuck do you think you are? You're even dumber than I thought. You shouldn't be making her do this, you should be running her hot baths and doing things for her.A period is a natural thing and leaking happens a lot so you might wanna get used to it." Gigi growled back at Justin.
"If you can't handle this, then get out of it now because that girl doesn't deserve it. I'm shocked, honestly. Have some respect, Justin." Kylie shook her head.
Justin was quiet with shame and guilt as he realised how he'd been treating you. He looked over at you hopelessly, only for you to look away.
"[Y/N], let's go. Leave this dumbass to do it himself."
