She looked around the stall, clearly trying to spot anything that would prove me wrong. But there were no pads, no wrappers, nothing.
"You're still wearing the locket I gave you, right?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
I pulled it out from under my shirt. "Of course. It’s supposed to be lucky, right? Why would I take it off?"
As soon as she closed the door, I finally let out the breath I had been holding. Good thing I managed to change my bloody underwear before she walked in.
Just to be safe, I had hidden some spare underwear and tampons in the bathroom earlier and thank God I did. I actually needed them this time.
Yeah... definitely need to be more careful going forward.
That night, after lights were out, I couldn’t sleep. My cramps were acting up pretty bad. I heard Yolanda shift in her bed next to mine.
"Trixie, you still awake?" she whispered. I didn’t say a word. Just kept still, pretending I was already asleep.
She got up quietly, came over and lifted the locket from around my neck. She used a flashlight to take a closer look at it. Only after seeing the bit of red still glowing inside did she finally switch the flashlight off.