Chapter 14: Down to the Old Pub Instead
"She''ll retain her water; her breasts will be tender, and every third word you say will offend her.." - 'Down to the Old Pub Instead' -Stephen Lynch

Theresa lay on her bed; sobs wracking her body as she buried her face in the pillow. She just wanted to go home; it was all too much. Harold practically screamed at her; and she hated this damn hellhole of a past! God she was IN HELL! Unsanitary; lack of pamprin; and no heating pad to speak of. Hugging the pillow against her body; she curled into the fetal position; a mixture of salty tear and snot running down her face….she was glad he wasn't here the last thing she needed right now was HIM. She heard the door open; but she was too wrapped up in her world of self-pity to even bring herself to acknowledge whoever in was.

"Theresa?" OH God…not him of all fucking people in the world. Flopping her body against the bed on her back she narrowed her eyes at the handsome sandy blonde face that pecked through the cracked door. Grabbed the pillow next to her she threw it at the man.

"Get out! That want I would tell my brother too, you asshole!" meek and mild Theresa was gone; and a ranting angry b-i-t-c-h had taken her place. A loud female gasp filled her ears; and Theresa saw Charlotte peering over Harold shoulders. "Get OUT." She hissed in a deep almost demonic voice. A strangled sob left her throat as they did not leave on no, but both came in softly shutting the door behind Charlotte; she fixed Theresa with a sympathic look.

"Whatever could be wrong, dear?" Charlotte cooed as she sat on the corner of the mattress smoothing out her skirts as she reached to rub Theresa's calf soothingly. Jerking the comforter over her head a small voice answered "nothing'." From beneath.

Harold made his way from the door; sitting on the mattress as well opposite of Charlotte.

"Well if its' nothing, why are you so distraught…If it was my behavior. I am terribly sorry I was caught off guard..."

"No! It's not you." The voice from under the covers interrupted. She gave an animalistic cry on anger, couldn't she just have some peace and quiet to be left alone in her misery.

"Then what's all this fuss about?" Charlotte cooed. Harold nodded, and something snapped inside her. She didn't know what happened or why but she bolted upright; throwing the cover off her body she narrowed her eyes at the couple.

"Really? You wanna know! I've been bum-rushed into fuckin' hell hole of a past! I have no idea when I'll ever see my T.V. again. Or a Rite Aid for that matter! My boyfriend… well no! Scratch that! My MAKE OUT buddy is god knows where getting shot at! And you people don't have indoor plumbing! Or tampons!" She finished taking a deep breath. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks; all the things she had said… "Aww shit...fuck...shit!" she grumbled. But much to her surprise neither said anything; writing off what she'd said or maybe they weren't listening to her rant in the first place.

"Feel better?" Harold smiled sympathically.

"Surprisingly; yes." Theresa mumbled staring into her lap. Earning a large smile from Charlotte.

"Yes? Good." Charlotte retook her place at Harold's side. Theresa smiled taking a deep breath; with a groan she crumpled back into the bed with a whimper.

"No."

"No?" Harold asked; a confused look on his handsome face. Charlotte chuckled a bit smiling; she patted her fiancé on the shoulder.

"No...Nu-ugh…" Theresa grumbled pathetically.

"We should go." Charlotte smiled knowingly, clapping a hand on Harold's large shoulder. Theresa nodded vigorously, burying her face back in her pillow.

"Oh; this came in the post..." Charlotte held out a crumpled folded and seal piece of paper. Theresa eyes snapped up, eyeing the paper eagerly. "I don't suppose you want it now." Charlotte said teasingly.

"Give it to me." Theresa made to reach for it, but Charlotte pulled it away with a chuckle.

"Who is it from?"

"None of your damn business." Theresa blushed furiously snatching it away from Charlotte's grasp. Charlotte's brown eyes danced merrily as she laughed.

"Finnne….come on love." She smiled to Harold.

"I hope you feel well soon." Harold smiled warmly at Theresa's miserable figure. Mumbling 'thanks.' She couldn't take her eyes off the paper she clutched in her hands and when she heard the door snap shut. She ripped in to the wax seal with a smile.

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