Sasha's POV:

I woke up the next morning knowing something was wrong.

Sitting up in my white satin sheets, I felt my body for any injuries or abnormalities. Something felt strange, but I didn't really know what.

My stomach churned as I pulled back the sheets and realized what it was.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

I wasn't dumb, I had heard other girls talk about periods back at Midnight. Of course I knew about the reproductive system and how it worked. However, I was not expecting it to happen to me for a while.

I didn't know why, but I just felt like it wouldn't come until I was older. That I wouldn't have to worry about. Unfortunately, nature had other plans.

So I walked to my bathroom in hopes of finding something to help me. Relief flooded over me as I yanked open the vanity cupboards and found a stock-full of sanitary products waiting. Thank you, Alfred.

I felt so strange and, well... embarrassed leaving my bedroom to have breakfast. I didn't want to tell anyone in the Manor about it, since they were all dudes. It was much too awkward and personal for me. Besides, they didn't need to know.

I felt Damian observing me from across the table as I ate my cereal. He knew something was wrong, I could tell. But I didn't say a word, and escaped back to my room once I'd finished my meal.

I showered and cleaned myself before changing into my uniform. I decided today that i wanted to braid my hair. A girl from my classes at Midnight had taught me how to once, but I had since then forgotten. I tried my best to weave the strands of blonde together, but it ended up looking like a birds nest. Sighing, I pulled it out and ruffled my hair in annoyance.

I gathered downstairs in the foyer wearing a simple plait instead. It was loose and messy because I was horrible at doing anything even remotely pretty. But by that point I did not care anymore.

Damian, Tim and I left for school as per usual. The day started off with minimal dramas, thankfully. Well, a fight broke out in the cafeteria... but rich private school boys weren't exactly the most brutal in combat.

One kid delivered a weak left hook to the other, which caused the other to shove him over and kick him on the ground. Teachers broke it up in less then a minute, and both were crying dramatically from their 'injuries'.

Overall, it was not entertaining in the least.

I wasn't exactly in a talking mood that day, and Damian could tell. It seemed to bother him and I didn't understand why. He barely spoke to anyone anyway, who was he to judge if I didn't?

Rebecca was in another one of my classes where Damian wasn't, so I was very grateful for that. It was nice not sitting alone in History, and we had a good discussion about the teachers at the school. Rebecca knew a lot of gossip.

"So apparently coach Donovan was perving on Summer Dawson yesterday in gym class," she told me, and my face twisted in disgust. "Does he do that often?" I asked.

She nodded. "Everyone knows he's a creep. He felt up a bunch of girls last year but denied it when one of them tried to report him. The girl's boyfriend got really mad at him, and people say they got into a fist fight in the parking lot afterward." 

I laughed, "No way."

"He backed off for a while after that, though," Rebecca finished. "But I'd still be extra cautious around him. He's so gross."

I took her advice and decided to avoid eye contact with Coach Donovan later on in gym class. He introduced the unit we would be learning about, and then made us warm up and stretch. I looked over at Summer, who's annoying level of gorgeousness was causing my self-esteem to drop by the second. Her shorts were pulled up high, however, and that's when I spotted Coach eyeing her from across the room.

I nudged Rebecca next to me. "There he goes again."

It was quite gross, frankly. He was at least in his thirties and staring at teenage girls. I made sure to tug my pants down as far as possible. I did not need any of his attention.

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By the afternoon, I started experiencing terrible cramps and just wanted to go home. I didn't have any homework and was grateful when I got back to the Manor. I basically sprinted up the stairs to my room and laid on my bed for hours, scrolling through my phone.

I eventually heard yelling outside, and moved toward the door in confusion. Outside, Damian was leaning over the railing, yelling down at someone with a clear look of annoyance. He was only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his toned torso. Water dripped from his body and hair, and I noticed cuts and bruises across his muscular back.

Obviously noticing my staring, he glared at me and said, "What?"

I quickly walked to the staircase as if I'd been intending to go downstairs. "Nothing," I replied smoothly, making my way down. I saw Bruce standing at the bottom looking up at Damian.

"I know you're frustrated, but it has to be done," he was saying. I averted my eyes back to Damian, who stormed away in frustration. What was going on now? I was beyond puzzled, but didn't dare ask.

I walked down the hall and found Timothy in the dining room typing on his laptop, multiple sheets of paper sprawled across the table in front of him. I figured he was working on a school project of some sort, so I headed over to ask him about it.

"What are you doing?" I questioned.

I did not expect him to slam his screen down and yank the papers away from me. "Nothing, nothing," He answered quickly and shoved them into a folder. The folder was beige and reminded me exactly of a case file. Why did he have a file from the police station? I mean, where else could he have gotten one?

Tim got up and left right after that. I was confused once again. It felt as if everyone in the manor was keeping secrets from me.

Not that it was any of my duty to know, really. I had only been here two months. But it still didn't feel right.

sorry this is more of a filler chapter. i have some ideas to write but i need the chapters to lead up to them if that makes sense x

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