Morticia ran upstairs, straight past her father and sister. Slamming the door as she ran in, she let herself fall on her bed.
She sobbed quietly into her pillow. It was insane how incredibly terrible she felt. It was an intense gut wrenching sadness and a mind splitting anger. Despite the cool air in the house, the girl was sweating.
'You are a burden.' She recalled Ricks words. Thinking about it made the feeling worse, remembering that no one really matters to Rick, just himself. She really thought maybe that he was changing
But she couldn't let her wishful thinking trick her, now could she? Trick herself into believing she meant anything other than how Rick saw everyone else: a means to an end.
Even with coming to this depressing conclusion, it still hurt to find out you don't mean as much as you thought you did to someone you care about, even lust over.
She stayed in this position for fifteen or so minutes until she lifted her head up and wiped her tears. She was all out of fluids. She knew something that would temporarily make her feel better.
The teen grabbed her laptop and booted it up, connecting her headphones. Laying on her back in her bed, she put the computer on her stomach as she opened an incognito tab.
Morty sniffed a little as she typed in ' ' in the URL bar.
The home screen showed a variety of dirty videos and their equally as nasty names. Most of it was really degrading stuff, but that is what got Morty's rocks off.
A few pages in, she saw something that caught her eye... silver-fox porn. She clicked it then closed all the ads that popped up and then pressed play.
Morticia's body began relaxing and she slipped her hand down her jeans and beneath her underwear. A bit eager to climax, she slipped a finger in straight away.
She gasped. She was so wet. Not in a 'I'm so horny.' Way either. It felt not right. She took her hand out and looked at her finger.
Her eyes widened and she almost comically took a double take.
It was covered in blood.
"Oh shit." She whispered.
She had started her period.
She couldn't believe it. On such a horrible day she had to start her period. First the cramps, then the sweat, then the smell, then the fight and now she started her period?!
It suddenly dawned on her. It wasn't a coincidence. All these things were an effect of her starting, except for Rick being a dick that was all on him.
She set her laptop to the side and stood up. She was honestly scared to look at her panties but she knew it had to be done.
She pulled her jeans down and bit her lip. Well now she knew that she had bled through her underwear because there was blood all over her pants.
"Oh my g-god." She stammered. She wondered how long it had been that way and if any one had noticed.
'Oh god...' she put her hand over her gaping mouth. What if Rick noticed or what if she bled on Ricks seat.
'He'd deserve that.' She thought begrudgingly.
She then focused on the task at hand. She looped her fingers in the fabric of the cheap underwear.
Her eyes focused on the giant stain.
"W-whoa..."
Well looks like she was going to have to throw these away.
The teen felt lightheaded from the sight. It was just so much blood. Her underwear were almost completely crimson.
She really didn't know what to do right now, she just stood there staring.
Until she heard a knock on the door. She straightened and shouted. "Go away Rick!"
"Morty, it's Summer! Are you okay?"
"O-oh... yeah I'm okay..." The younger girl answered.
"Can I come in?" The ginger asked.
"Yeah, h-h-hold on." Morty pulled her clothes back on and wiped her bloodied finger on her trousers. Opening the door, she let her older sister in.
"Hey S-Summer." She scratched the back of her head and looked down. She probably looked like shit, she knew she smelled like it.
However even though this was the case, she felt her sister wrap her up in her arms. Morticia stunned for a few seconds, gave into the embrace.
"Dammit, Rick can be a dick sometimes. What did he do this time?" Summer broke the contact and looked for answers in Morty's eyes.
"I'll, uh, tell you in a second... C-can I get some advice?" The brunette tapped her fingers nervously together.
"Is it about your period?" Summer asked.
"H-H-How did you know?!" Was it that obvious?
"Because when Rick came in and we asked what was wrong with you he just started spouting off about how you were on your period and just generally shit talking you." Morty was mortified, so Rick DID notice, even worse he was openly talking about it in front of the family.
"What?! W-What is wrong with him!" A new rage was filling up the girl. She tried to push past Summer to confront him in his room but was stopped.
"It's okay, we can both yell at him together in a few minutes. But you need a small lesson on, ahem, Aunt Flo." Summer gave her an awkward wink.
"Oh g-gosh, S-Summer, I mean, uh, I-I-I already know about all this stuff." Morty went a little red.
"How about birth control? Or protected sex?!" Morty knew all too well the ends and out of these things, it would be impossible to not be informed with her being on the Internet so much. Summer was getting strangely hyped by this. But Morticia guesses she didn't mind it, after all the two didn't share much in common anyways, she guessed now that having periods was a conversation subject now.
"Yeah ah-ahahah... can I just have a p-p-pad." She smiled sheepishly.
"Sure! Grab a change of underwear and pants. The pads are underneath the bathroom sink." Summer walked off but then added rather maturely. "And meet me in my room afterwards so we can plan how to bring up his behavior to mom."
Morty smiled. She felt like she was young again. Her and Summer making little 'plans' for talking to a mean kids parents.
She guessed Rick was a mean kid now.
She opened her drawers to grab a darker pair of underwear and a looser pair of jeans.
In the bathroom she didn't have much difficulty with the pad, it was just as simple as it seemed. She threw away the wrapper and the soiled pair of panties. As she walked to Summers room she put the jeans in the bottom of the hamper.
Summer was on the edge of her bed texting on her phone. When she heard her sibling she looked up and patted the area beside her.
"So what happened?" Summer asked genuinely interested as Morty sat down.
"It was just Rick being more Ricky than usual." She sighed,"He said I had noodle arms, then he said I smelled like a dog, then he said I don't matter to him that much..." Morty sniffled. Oh god, she was not going to let herself cry again.
"Oh my god!" Summer cried out. "Okay. So no plan, this is simple. We just go down and confront him."
"A-A-A-Are you sure that's a good idea Summer?" Morticia hunched her shoulders slightly.
"I am absolutely sure. He's just been bagging on you more and more lately, I don't know what his deal is." So Summer noticed it too? The redhead stood up and crossed her arms. "He has no right coming into this house and mocking you."
"Well... T-Technically it wasn't in the house." She said meekly. "And i do smell really bad..."
"You know what I mean." Summer whiffed her younger sister. "No you don't. It's just sweat, because he was working you so hard today, I don't know where he's getting the dog part."
The taller of the two grabbed the smallers' wrist and pulled her lightly out of the room and down the stairs.
Summer knocked obnoxiously loud on Ricks door. "Open up Rick!"
Nothing.
She tried again.
Zilch.
She unsuccessfully tried to twist the door knob.
"Dad can you get the master key?" She said loud enough that Rick would be able to hear.
Jerry, being more than enthused to jump on a moment to get mad at Rick, ran and got the key.
"Rick if you don't open up by the count of three I'm coming in!" Jerry sounded all too smug.
"Oneeeee."
"Twoo-"
The door swung open Rick looking all too sober and all the more angry.
"Shove it Jerry! You really think I didn't change the lock?" He shouted.
He looked down at the children. "What the fuck do you want?"
In that instant all three broke into arguing.
It was discordant and Rick could only catch pieces of what each family member said.
Jerry saying something like, "Don't talk to my kids that way."
Summer with "How dare you come in our house and treat us like that."
And finally little Morty with tears threatening to spill over "You're a real piece of shit, you know?"
He grabbed the sides of his head, covering his ears. "Oh my God!" They just kept going, nothing was coordinated. They were continuously shitting on him.
"SHUT UP!" He yelled.
He grabbed from a container a handful of sand or maybe dust. He blew the substance in their direction. It got Jerry and Summer first with them having quite a few inches on Morticia. They started coughing and cursing. Before it got to Morty, Rick yanked her in his room behind him.
The two stopped coughing and looked confused with glazed over eyes.
"What's happening?" Summer asked. "What was I doing?"
"You two idiots were about to go to the couch and watch TV and leave me alone." Rick rolled his eyes.
Summer and Jerry slowly made their way to the couch and turned it on.
Rick shut the door and turned his attention to Morty.
"W-What did you d-do to them?!" Morty yelled, she lurched towards the door, not wanting to be in the same room with Rick alone. She knew it would only end up with him belittling her and with no one to stick up for her.
He blocked the door.
"Oh no, y-y-you're not leaving, punk." He stepped closer to Morty. She stepped back, her knees slightly bent. "Don't worry about you dad and sister, they won't remember the last hour or the next two."
Rick was starting to scare her. His breath barely smelled like booze.
"R-Rick, maybe y-y-y-you should have a drink. I think you're uh too s-s-sober for your own g-good now." Morty continued stepping away from the towering man.
"No you wanted to talk so fucking bad, you brought the whole d-damn crew down on my ass. So l-lets fucking talk."
"Rick, s-stop." Mortys' eyes stayed on the door. Waiting until he was far enough. Just a little more.
Her foot stepping backward touched the wall. Well it was now or never
She let out her signature yell,"eeeeEEEEEEEE!" She made a quick side step, ducking under her grandfathers arms.
The man recovered the failed attempt, twisted around and successfully grabbed her by the back of her t-shirts' neck.
The teenager tripped and fell to the ground, briefly being choked by her collar. The air was knocked out of her and to Rick it was clear that she wasn't going to get up soon. He let go of the now stretched out fabric.
"Stay down there Morticia." Rick muttered. "Don't speak, just listen. Got it?"
"Yeah, ok." She said with winded resignation.
He sighed. And sat in his swivel chair. "So. You've started your period! Congratu-fucking-lations." He said with fake eagerness. "Not only will you have to deal with this shit every month but you've doubled my problems."
Rick reached over for his laptop," Let me explain."