Forever Yours

NINETEEN

Abigail squirmed, trying to get her swollen body somewhat comfortable in the plastic chair of the laundromat she sat in. With an agitated huff, she eventually conceded defeat and resumed the mind-numbing task of watching her and Levi's minimal amount of clothes go around and around in the dryer. In the final stage of her pregnancy, it didn't matter what she did, she would never feel comfortable. As a werewolf, her body temperature always ran a little hotter, but nowadays she would break out in hot flushes which would result in her clothes soaked in sweat. Her once clear complexion would have random break outs, and the lack of hygiene due to being on the run wasn't helping. Her entire body had swollen like puff pastry in an oven and she wondered how she'd accumulated so much fat despite constantly being on the move.

Abigail wriggled deeper in the plastic chair, trying to get some pressure off of her back which never seemed to stop aching. The constant rumbling and thrumming of the machines reverberated against her sensitive eardrums. In laundromats, she could never think. Although some time away from her thoughts was never a bad thing. As annoying as it could be, she appreciated the loud noises to hammer away the worrying thoughts which never ceased.

Out of the corner of her eye she watched as a sweet-looking elderly woman gave a sneaky glance around the laundromat before pausing a dryer which was only half way through its cycle, tossing the damp clothes out and throwing her own in.

Noticing Abigail's eyes on her, the woman baulked before her frail shoulders rounded back and her beady eyes behind glasses narrowed. 'No one will believe you.'

Abigail could've ignored her, or given a snide remark, but instead she smiled sweetly before letting rip with a vicious snarl. The woman's wrinkly skin paled, her false teeth almost falling from her face as her jaw hung open.

'No one will believe you.'

The woman seemed to shake herself before quickly tearing her clothes back out of the dryer and tossing them into her trolley. A smirk was on Abigail's face as she watched the woman hurry past with a glare.

'This town is just getting filled with more freaks...'

With the elderly woman disappearing past the window, Abigail heaved herself onto her swollen feet and waddled over to the half-dried clothes still sitting on a table. After tossing them back into the dryer and resuming the cycle, she sighed tiredly and resumed her spot. Although she'd prefer some alone time in much more glamorous places, she took any opportunity away from Levi. He'd been reluctant to let her do the laundry by herself whilst he went into the local supermarket for food supplies. Normally he didn't let her out of his sight, afraid that she would run away with his unborn pup. Little did he know she had an escape plan of her own. One she would put into play as soon as the pup was born – if she survived the birth.

Instead of putting a block on her thoughts like it usually did, tonight the rhythmic thrumming of the machines lulled her mind into daydreams. Ones which got her through the hellish life she now lived. Ones she had to keep alive as her motivation to escape. They would change time and time again. Some contained her of returning to Moonlight Ridge and reuniting with her friends and family. Another one was of her fleeing overseas, preferably somewhere tropical, and living a simple life of bumping into her soulmate as she strolled along the beach with a frangipani in her hair.

It wasn't so much the location she would flee to that gave her hope for a better life once she escaped Levi, but the thought of her soulmate. Her real soulmate. What did he look like? Was he dark and mysterious or fair and honest? Would he smell of nature or make her sneeze with overpowering cologne in a nervous effort to impress her? Would his voice boom with authority in a room or would he speak gently and quietly, whispering sweet things into her ear which would make her blush? Was he out there wondering why he couldn't find her? Had he scoured the earth looking for her? Was he at each White Moon ball standing by himself amongst the dancing couples, wondering when his turn would come? But what would happen if they did find each other? Would he be okay with being with a fugitive, one that had fled with the blood wolf intent on wiping out all blueblood werewolves? A she-wolf who carried evil spawn. Or would she be left rejected and heartbroken?