Soft muffled music floated from Emily's room as she made an attempt to roll out of bed. She sighed as unfocused eyes stared at the yellowing ceiling. She had an appointment to get her Mirena today and she was excited yet incredibly nervous. Her messy hair fell in front of her eyes as she rolled over. It was officially summer, with the sweltering heat and school being out, which meant she would be walking through Hell. A dog and a large cup of coffee were needed stat. Unfortunately there was a severe lack of dogs right now.
Emily begrudgingly got to her feet and threw on a clean pair of shorts and an old black tank top. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and shuffled into the kitchen hoping the coffee was still hot. To her dismay there wasn't any at all. She grabbed a cool monster out of the fridge and took a few large gulps. The carbonation doing nothing to wake her.
The barely human girl shuffled into the living room and plopped down on the couch, startling Bill. She stared at him for a moment in confusion before remembering it was his day off. "Well fuck." She leaned on the arm of the couch and nursed her energy drink as she stared bleary eyed at the TV.
Bill drank in her hunched over figure. It was torture for her to be so close yet so out of reach. He shifted closer and changed the channel over to the Bachelor. He watched in silent despair as Emily made a displeased face and abruptly left for her room. What could he have done wrong? This was the first time she ventured into the living room that wasn't just passing through.
Emily caught the time when he changed the channel and rushed to her room to put on her sneakers. If she didn't leave now she'd be late. That's the last thing she wanted since she spent almost an hour convincing the doctor that this was the right birth control for her. Even if she wasn't in a relationship it still would make her feel better knowing she had one of the most effective methods available right now.
She considered asking Bill for a ride, but thought against it as she jogged out the door.
The heat was stifling, almost taking her breath away. At least she had a cool monster. She walked down the sidewalk at a fast pace, growing more anxious and sweaty. Emily read that it would feel like a bad cramp, but that most of the women went right back to their life after taking some over the counter pain killers. She made sure to swallow some before racing out as she was instructed. The pain would be worth it as she would be protected for the next five years, then hopefully on her way to get sterilized. Emily shook her head and hoped the appointment would go smoothly.
Bill reeled from her sudden wordless departure. Did he really upset her that much? He refused to believe he was the cause and peeked out of the window to watch her march down the sidewalk, wondering where she was going. He considered getting in the car and following her, but decided against it. There were a few matters that needed to be taken care of.
He got off the couch and brought the still packaged cameras to the table. Bill got to work taking them out of their packaging and getting them ready. Once done with that he put one in the ceiling vent in the bathroom, making sure it was in view of the shower. Next he put one in the vent above her bed which would give him a good view of the entire room. Unfortunately there wasn't anywhere else that would be out of sight. This was good enough for now, he didn't want to risk getting caught.
Bill noticed her sneakers were missing and blushed, remembering what he did with them the other day. She was so oblivious, he mused. He looked at her small collection of games and movies in detail this time, noting that they were mostly sci-fi looking. That explains the face she made about the show earlier. He wasn't fond of it himself, but he remembered over hearing Nancy and Peggy talking about it once and assumed it was something she would like.
Bill found himself opening every case and touching all the discs. Touching her things was beginning to not be enough. He sighed as he put everything back in order and fell back into her bed. It felt empty without her by his side. A small trash bin caught his eye. He leaned over and peered inside, finding mostly energy drink cans and yogurt containers. He found it cute that she sneaked yogurt when she thought he wasn't paying attention. Bill reached for a used band-aid that had a bit of dried blood on it and licked it, thinking about how it had flowed through every inch of her, a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. He threw it back into the bin and rolled over with a groan.
Emily stumbled in the waiting room and signed in. The journey over was too damn hot. She sat down in the corner and groaned in annoyance as a baby began to cry, which set off the three others. The very reason she was there was to prevent something like this. To Emily's horror the mothers were around her age. What the hell were they thinking? Didn't they want to have real accomplishments? She glared at a toddler that was encroaching on her personal space. Either way, they needed to keep their damn spawn next to them and away from her.
Her name was called a few minutes later, to her relief. She anxiously followed the nurse down the hall and into a room, where she took Emily's vitals and asked a few routine questions. The nurse left after informing her that the doctor would be in shortly. Emily undressed and put on the paper gown, desperately fighting the urge to swing her legs back and forth. After a few moments she absentmindedly went to take a sip of monster, but just stared at her empty hand. She took a few deep breaths and focused her attention to the posters on the wall. It was various stuff about breastfeeding, vaccines, and prenatal care. "Of course." She muttered and rolled her eyes. One of these days she would get the permanent solution for her problem, but for now this was the next best thing. At least the doctor actually agreed to do the procedure.
An older woman slipped through the door and introduced herself as Dr. Kyne, catching Emily off guard as she talked to a different doctor for the consultation. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries before getting down to business.
"All right, are you ready?" Dr. Kyne asked with a warm smile.
"Yeah." Emily said with a nervous smile.
"Alrighty." Dr. Kyne said as she pulled out the stirrups. Emily was thankful for her socks as she awkwardly positioned herself on the table.
"I'm going to measure your uterus to make sure it will fit. You'll feel some cramping." Said Dr. Kyne as she reached for the tools.
Bill fiddled with the program that let him get a live feed from the cameras he had just installed. They both captured just what he was looking for. He couldn't wait for later. With a sigh he made his way back to Emily's room and flopped onto the bed. A whine escaped his lips as he curled into a ball, cradling a pillow to his chest. If only… He thought of the kisses they shared and how he needed more. Why was it so goddamn hard for her to see that he would provide for her, take care of her, love her better than some barely legal boy?! Silly girl!
Bill sat up, still clutching the pillow, and looked around the room once more. He wanted her as his wife, as the mother of his children. He would have a perfect family like Hank. His smile fell as he came back to reality. She hadn't even noticed that he had been working out, he sighed in disappointment.
He thought back to the cook out and how she recoiled from Gracie. A frown tugged at his lips. Why would she react so strongly to such a cute little girl? Could she have just been in a bad mood? She didn't seem to take too kindly to Bobby either, he thought worriedly. Well she did spend a lot of time isolated in her room, maybe she just needs a little time to warm up. Admittedly Bill really wanted to see her hold Gracie and tried to picture it. She would make a good mother, she definitely had the hips for it, he mused with a smirk.
Emily groaned as she managed to sit up. It hurt a lot worse than what she had read, however, it was worth the pain. The walk back was daunting as she still felt feint from the procedure. She took her time getting dressed and made her way back to the receptionist to schedule a follow-up appointment. She knew roughly about how much it would cost, but seeing it caused physical pain. "$800?! Jesus!" Emily thought miserably while counting out the last little bit of her money. She would only be able to afford one more month of rent. If she didn't get hired in the next couple of weeks she'd be screwed, especially since her parents wouldn't even entertain the notion of letting her crawl back. They had since shut off what limited service her cell phone had, even after the somewhat emotional call she had with her dad.
A toddler let out a piercing scream because it's mother dared to use her phone for something other than it's entertainment. Emily reflexively gave it a pointed glare on her way out the door. "How could parents be so damn inconsiderate?" She thought in annoyance.
She hugged herself and trudged down the sidewalk in the brutal Texan heat. Beads of sweat formed almost instantly. The pain better be worth it. The clinic was barely out of sight before she had to sit down. The cramps were getting worse, making her consider going back to the clinic. Everything should be fine, she just needed to rest...after the journey home. She regretted not asking Bill for a ride. He probably wouldn't have minded.
"Stupid fertility. Stupid babies. Stupid uterus." She grumbled as she slowly got back on her feet. She hated the hoops she had to jump through to just not get pregnant. Emily was furious when she was told that she was too young to decide she never wanted kids, but y'know, totally old enough to be a mom. "Fucking double standards."
She actually wanted to accomplish something with her life, not end up like Luanne. Pregnancy was not an option. The traumatic changes that happened to the body during pregnancy disgusted her. Emily obsessively poured over what there was to know about it and decided she wanted no part of it whatsoever. She despised the thought of harboring such a parasite in her body. She was thankful she wouldn't have to worry about birth control for the next five years. Maybe then she can get the partial hysterectomy she desperately needed.
Emily grunted as she had to dodge a kid flying down the sidewalk on his bike. "Watch where you're going!" She barked as she doubled over from the sudden activity. Stupid kids. She couldn't wait to get out of the sun, and off her feet. Time seemed to crawl by.
What felt like hours later, she finally stumbled onto Rainey Street. Her vision tunneled on Bill's house. It was so close, but it might as well of been a thousand miles away.
She yelped in protest when arms suddenly scooped her up, relaxing when she noticed it was only Bill. "What are you doing?" She demanded tiredly as she looked where he was taking her. She glowered when she overheard snickers from Bill's friends. She had half a mind to flip the off.
He opened the door with ease and continued to Emily's room. Bill gently set her down and lingered for a moment. "Are you okay, Emily?" He asked, his face creased with worry.
"Yeah, just not feeling the greatest. Why did you carry me in like that? I was fine." She asked tiredly, a bit weirded out from the contact.
"You looked like were about to pass out." Bill said concerned.
"Well I'm fine."
He nodded and left the room. She curled into a ball. Bill came back with a tall, cool glass of water and set it down on the nightstand beside her before leaving quietly.
"Thanks." Emily said weakly as she waved. Bill gave a tight smile and reluctantly left. She greedily gulped down the entire glass of water and laid back down. She fell asleep quickly from the exhaustion
Bill stared at her sleeping form through the computer monitor. He caressed the screen as he desperately wanted to know what happened and if she really was okay. "Sweet dreams..."
