Reborn Aria

Chapter two

Chapter Two – Aria’s P.O.V

“I am Landon’s lover and I am pregnant for him.”

Maybe this is a prank, I thought.

Maybe Landon just wants to test me to know how I’d react if he ever did cheat on me. Maybe, just maybe.

I stare into empty space, lost of words. I feel broken in every way possible and it is entirely my fault for trusting him.

Maybe he would deny this, lie and deny the lady. I will most certainly believe him and not her.

“What’s the matter. Cat got your tongue? If you think I’m lying, maybe you should ask your Alpha,” the lady adds.

“That’s enough woman. What the hell are you thinking?” Landon snaps, hoping his outburst won’t raise my worries and doubts any more than they are already.

I take a step back from the both of them as I watche Landon grab the lady by her hand.

“Is she really pregnant for you?”

The lips are finally free and the words flow out like a melodious sad song from a guitar.

Landon says nothing.

His silence is enough proof and affirmation to everything. I need to hear nothing else from him or the slut who stands before me.

I dry my tears, my head held high and turn my back on them, walking away from a relationship that I believed who last a lifetime.

Deep down, I want him to call me back, but he doesn’t. Landon just stares at me as I walk gracefully out of his life.

“I hate you,” I whisper as the rain begins to drizzle down on me from the sky.

*****

I arrive home, my body damped from the rain and my knees shaking from the cold.

I have no energy in me to take off my wet dress and I have no energy to call Sophia, my maid to help me do anything.

From the smell I perceive, she is likely to be in the kitchen and preparing lunch for the both of us.

I walk into my room, a broken record longing to heard one more time.

“He is going to come back for me. I know he will. He loves me that much not to leave me.”

Those are the words I kept repeating to myself to give my heart comfort, but he never came.

Seconds unfolded into minutes. Minutes unfolded into hours, and hours into days, yet there was no sign of my love.

I have been in my bedroom for the past five days, no food, no internet, no people.

I haven’t had a bath since I returned and now my whole body reeked.

Sophia has come to check on me once in awhile but I never answered her calls, neither did I let her in when she knocked.

Who would have thought that five days ago, I would go on the most romantic date with my lover and end up being broken before that day was over.

“Werewolves,” I sigh.

Unable to bear the agony and my heartaches anymore. My mind is made up on what to do. The only way to save myself from falling deeper into my anguish.

I stand from my bed for the first time this day and make my way to the kitchen where Sophia is busy with cooking as usual.

“Ma’am. You’re finally out. I’ve been so worried. I was about to call your grandmother,” Sophia informs me.

I ignore her, searching the cabinets for the liquid in a tiny black container.

“Ma’am. What’s wrong? What happened to you?” she asks again.

Her questions annoy me.

“Get out!” I roar.

She leaves the kitchen, uttering no more words as my eyes showed my intent to have her killed if she did say something else to me.

A song pops up to my head and I hum it beautifully as I search for the tiny container in the kitchen.

Wise men said, only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love…

I stop my humming, my hands able to feel a little container in the cabinet which I have just opened.

I gently roll it into my hand for a better grip as I stand on my toes in order to reach the cabinet above my head.

I stare at container in my hand, the skull icon neatly drown to make it obvious that whatever it is in my hand at the moment, is poisonous.

I have second thoughts, but it doesn’t really matter. It doesn’t make me want to not take the poison any less, but makes me want it in my system even more.

End the pain, end the suffering, let the world that it was victorious and my last days on earth were filled with nothing but misery.

At that point of battling the thoughts of life and death, my grandmother’s warnings bring tears to my eyes.

You are human, not a witch, not a vampire, not a werewolf. Life as an Alpha’s beta will not favor you but will only end in a very miserable way.

Maybe I should have listened to her back then. Maybe I should have stayed clear of Landon and save myself this life of regret.

She’s a wise witch. Of course she knew what would happen if I had ever given up life as a human to go live with a werewolf in the name of love.

I take a deep breath and open the little bottle of poisonous liquid. I am human so it will most definitely work in a few seconds.

I take a gulp of the liquid and I don’t stop until the bottle is completely empty.

My body feels no different and it remains that way for a while, or so I thought.

For some reason, Sophia refuses to take her eyes off me after I had taken the poison without her knowledge.

The look on her face tells me she is aware that something is wrong with me but afraid of what I would say or do, she says nothing.

It’s been an hour and finally something feels different about my body.

My head starts to spin and my tummy starts to collapse like walls being knocked over by a bulldozer.

“Ma’am? Is everything alright?” Sophia asks.

I sit on the chair, trying my best to hide what I feel but the bottle of poison which I still hold in my hand gives away everything.

“Oh my Gosh! Ma’am Aria!” yells Sophia as she quickly retrieves the empty bottle from my hand.

She panics and can’t think clearly about what she should and shouldn’t do.

After a few minutes, she runs out of the house and I can hear her scream at the top of her voice.

“Aria Blaire is poisoned!"