Chapter 2
Beth’s P.O.V
It’s been a week since Alan and I had sex. He has ignored me the whole time. I woke up having the feeling was going to puke. I get up and quickly run to my bathroom. I emptied what was in my stomach. Oh great! Now I have a bug or something. Brittani comes into my room because she heard me throwing up.
“Beth are you ok?” she asked concerned. I shake my head. “Ok. I’ll make you some soup ok? You get back in bed.” she said. I nod and stand up. Brittani helps me to my bed and tucks me in. she leaves my room and shuts the door.
My phone went off a couple of seconds later. I grab my phone off my nightstand and see who texted me. It’s Alex. That’s weird. I open the text.
‘Brittani said you aren’t feeling well. Are you ok?’ It said. ‘Yes I’m fine. It’s most likely something I’m not going to tell you.’ I sent. ‘Don’t want to know.’
‘Good. Wasn’t going to tell you.’
‘Thank you. How about Alan and I come over? I bet seeing Alan will help.’
‘Ok. I really want to talk to Alan.’
‘Don’t you text him?’
‘Yes but he doesn’t reply. He hasn’t talk to me in a week. He’s been ignoring me.’
‘Really? I’ll have to talk to him then. Well we’ll see you in a bit. Feel better.’ I don’t reply back. I turn on my TV and put on Ghost Adventures. I’m in love with this show. A few minutes later Brittani comes in with soup. I slowly sit up and she puts the tray on my lap.
I eat my soup and we hear a knock. We look at each other and I shrugged. Brittani gets up and answers it. It’s Alex. I could feel happiness bubbling up in my body. He walks in and Brittani shuts the door. “Beth I’m so sorry. I couldn’t get Alan to come.” he said sadly. I frown. The happiness was slashed. I could feel myself going into a deep depression.
“It’s ok. Can you and Brittani leave now? I’m really tired and going to take a nap.” I said and laid down and pulled the covers up to my neck. I didn’t hear an answer. I heard my door open and shut. I started crying and ended up crying myself to sleep.
*3 weeks later*
It’s been 4 weeks and Alan still won’t talk to me. I have also been throwing up for the past 4 weeks. It’s been a living hell. I know I’m not sick. I’m a werewolf. We don’t get sick but when we do it’s bad. If a werewolf throws up their either A. sick or B. pregnant. “Beth?! Beth where are you?!” Brittani shouted. “I’m in here!” I yelled from the bathroom. I’m leaning against the wall. “Beth are you ok? What’s wrong with you?” Brittani asked when she came in. “I don’t know. I’ve been throwing up for 4 weeks now. I’m not sick because I don’t have a fever. I’m scared Brit.”
“Beth you don’t think that your……..pregnant, do you?” she asked. Of course! I’m might be pregnant. Why did I realize it sooner. I nod. “I think it’s possible.” I say. I get up and rinse my mouth. I then go into my walk-in-closet and get dressed. “Come on I’m taking you to get some tests.” Brittani said. I nod and follow her downstairs and to her car.
The whole way to the store I couldn’t help but be nervous. I can’t have a baby. Not now. I’m too young. I know I have Alan but he’s being an asshole right now. I have no idea what he would do. I’m going to have to talk to him. That wouldn't be a problem if he would answer my texts e-mails or calls. Alex has tried to get him to talk to me but no such luck.
