Debbie decided to take the bus back to the villa so she could change out of her blood-stained pants. She didn't dare take a taxi out of fear that blood might be left behind on the car seat.
Stepping onto the bus, she decided it would be best to stand in the back so that the other passengers wouldn't notice the blood on her light-colored pants. Luckily, everyone kept to themselves and no one seemed to notice anything was amiss. When the bus pulled up to her stop, Debbie quickly hopped off and walked for about fifteen minutes before finally reaching the gates of the villa zone.
Ignoring the aching of her stomach, she walked briskly towards the villa as to avoid crossing paths with the others who lived there.
Upon arriving at the villa, she opened the gate and heaved a heavy sigh of relief. It felt safer to finally be inside a familiar place. Quickly changing her shoes, Debbie quietly made her way into the living room, crossing her fingers that there was no one around. Luckily, the living room was empty. All she could hear was the sounds of Julie cooking in the adjacent kitchen.
Her luck was soon cut short, however, as Carlos walked down the stairs. The girl froze, hoping that he wouldn't look in her direction. But it was too late; he was staring at her intently.
Ignoring the man, she pushed past him, and tried to run up the stairs.
"Stop!" Carlos demanded. The anger in his voice caused Debbie to pause and look at the man.
Her stomach ached again, however, and it was a reminder that she needed to get upstairs. Turning her back on Carlos, she continued to make her way up the stairs.
Before she could get away, Carlos grabbed her arm. "What is wrong with you?" he asked. There was obvious worry and confusion in his steady voice.
Puzzled by this, Debbie turned to look at him.
He was staring at her blood-stained pants!
Her face suddenly went hot and red with shame. Needing to get out of here, Debbie tried to pull her arm out of his grip. "Let me go! It has nothing to do with you!"
The hand gripping her arm remained tight. "What happened?" Carlos asked again. "Did you get hurt?"
"I didn't..." Debbie hesitated, trying to find the right words to say to reassure him. But before she could finish her sentence, Carlos pulled her towards him. Yelling in protest, Debbie fell into his strong arms. "I'm taking you to the hospital now!" he announced firmly.
'What is wrong with her?' Carlos mused. 'She's bleeding, and instead of going to the hospital, she is running up the stairs to her room. What does she want to do?'
"No! Don't take me to the hospital! Let go of me! Listen—" Debbie was getting angry, as her pleas were continuously ignored.
Disregarding her resistance, Carlos scooped Debbie up in his arms and carried her towards the gates. While he was changing his shoes, she explained in a hurry, "I didn't get hurt, Carlos. My aunt Flo is visiting."
Eyebrows furrowed, he looked at her in confusion. "Aunt Flo? You have an aunt named Flo?" 'And what does her aunt Flo have anything to do with her bleeding?' he thought to himself.
Embarrassed, Debbie rolled her eyes at him. "No, I don't have an aunt called Flo. My period is coming today."
"Your period?"
It was obvious that Carlos still didn't understand.
He shook his head. When he was about to open the gate and take her outside, she couldn't bear it anymore and blurted, "Menstruation! Do you understand now?"
Carlos abruptly stopped walking, noticeably stiffening at her words.
He put her down immediately. More precisely, she was dropped on the floor. Luckily, Debbie was quick enough to steady herself.
With an emotionless face, Carlos looked at both of his hands as if checking for blood. It was the first time he had been in such an awkward situation; he didn't know how to respond.
"Oh, relax. There is no blood on your hands or on your clothes!" Debbie snapped, angered by his childish reaction. She had made an effort not to let her blood dirty his hands or clothes.
Unable to read his expression, Debbie walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Carlos, however, continued to stand there, stunned and motionless.
Having taken a shower and gotten changed, Debbie came back downstairs.
Carlos had already finished his breakfast and was reading a newspaper in the dining hall. Debbie was about to exit the villa when he called out, "Come and have breakfast."
With a bowl in her hands, Julie walked out of the kitchen and towards the girl with a smile. "Mrs. Huo, Mr. Huo said you're on your period and asked me to make a bowl of hot ginger soup for you. Please come and drink it."
'Mmm?' Debbie was surprised. Not believing her ears, she turned to look at the man, who was intently reading the newspaper as if not having heard Julie.
'Since the soup is ready, I'd better drink it first. I don't want to be rude.' Debbie walked toward the dining table and sat down. Seeing the hot soup in front of her, she gave Julie a sweet smile. "Thank you."
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