NINE
810 Words
Bed rest was boring, and I was ill at ease. I know that Iris was welcoming us into her pack. My wolf has been dormant for years. It was even whispered that I was not even a true wolf.
I paced the small apartment I shared with Violet and wondered why I was so broken. That has to be why I was sold, no one wants a burden to hang around them.
Yet, Iris has accepted Violet and me into their pack.
I ran a hand through my hair and cursed the long tresses, if I was going to start over, I needed a new identity and look.
Violet emerged from the bathroom in a plume of steam. My nose wrinkled at the lavender and rosemary scent that followed her. I felt sick and covered my nose.
“Let me guess, this makes you sick as well?” She sighed dramatically and continued to dry her hair.
“It isn’t my fault. Blame this obscene alien growing in me.” I gestured toward my stomach and Violet snorted.
“I suppose that is one way of putting it. I will change my soap again.” I waved her off as nausea roiled my stomach.
“When can I get out of here?” Violet shook her head and glanced at the calendar.
“The doctor said a few more days of rest. Do you need something?” How could I tell her that it felt like I was being held prisoner?
Maybe that was what we were, prisoners, and then Iris was waiting for Evan to give her ransom money. I gasped and sat down fast, that had to be it.
“Ok, calm down, you’re panicking and you’re going to have a panic attack.” I gasped and couldn’t find the air to breathe.
Violet was trying to calm me down and it wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working?
“We are prisoners we have to get out of here. She is going to sell us back to Evan.” Arms wrapped around me and I still couldn’t calm my racing pulse.
“Madison, we are safe for the time being. Please calm down it isn’t good for you or the baby.” I could hear the words she was saying but my brain was not accepting them.
“I’m going to call Iris and have her send over one of the Omega therapists. You need to calm down.” I wanted to push her away, but I didn’t have the strength.
“HOW CAN I CALM DOWN! I HAVE HIS BABY IN ME AND IF HE FINDS OUT I’M DEAD!” My voice was reaching a high screech and I struggled in Violet’s arms.
“This is your baby dammit, you get to say how it grows and how it develops as an individual. Evan is just the sperm donor. Sure the kid could be half psycho, but he isn’t the one raising it.” Why couldn’t I accept that?
Because, safety is something I have never known.
I was gasping and tears streamed down my face. Violet just held me closer and stroked my hair. I was a mess and I wished I could blame the hormones. It was all the trauma of my past and living with Evan. He left me broken and there was no way to take back the pieces.
Sniffling, I realized Violet was shivering and I sat up wiping my eyes.
“I’m sorry, as much as I love being comforted by you, it is a little awkward when you’re naked.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes.
“I’m wearing a towel.” I sat up and groaned.
“You’re naked.” I hugged her and wiped my eyes again.
“Thank you.” She nodded and went to the closet. We didn’t have much it was all charity from the pack,
“Violet, I need help.” She let out a small sound of agreement and I glared at her back. She didn’t have to agree with me.
“Stop scowling Maddy. You’ll get wrinkles. We both need help but that is neither here nor there.” She slipped into a pair of black leggings and an oversized sweater.
“Fine, you have eyes in the back of your head. Now can you help me or not.” Violet grinned and wrapped an arm around me.
“Anything my runaway bride, I can help you with anything.” Sighing, if only she would take things seriously.
“I need a makeover, if I am to have a new life, I need to look different. Only then will I feel safe.” It was a lie and we both knew it was a lie.
It was something to tell myself and delude myself into thinking I could have a normal life.
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