Wherever You Are

Twenty Eight: A Human

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This can't be happening. This can't be happening. I chanted in my head, as I stood up from the floor and opened the bathroom door. I can't have a baby down here, I don't even know if a human has given birth down here! I fretted, coming out of the room and back into the living room where everything still was placed as if nothing life changing had just happened!

My plate from earlier laid in the sink to be cleaned, as the windows replayed a scene of clouds passing by slowly. Walking over to the middle of the living room, I stopped and looked down at my stomach, moving my fingers across my white dress gently. Tears still fell from my eyes, landing where my hands were and dampening my dress a bit in some spots.

Wiping the excess tears from my eyes, I knew I couldn't wait until Jack was back to talk to him about what was going on. I also didn't think I could wait that long to be comforted and told that everything would be okay...even if it wouldn't.

Rushing out of the apartment and down the hall, I ran as fast as my feet could go, not wanting to stop for anything until I found Jack. My mind raced from thought to thought about how he would react, what we would do, and the fact that we weren't even married and yet having a child together!

Turning the corner of the hallway, to search for Jack in the closest office rooms first, I ran into Greyson with a thump. Nearly falling back if he hadn't held onto my arm, I looked up to him in confusion as he didn't let go of my arm.

"I'm sorry I ran into you Greyson, but I have to be going. It's important," I told him, trying to nudge his hand off me, but he only tightened it harder around me. Kicking out my legs from underneath me, I fell to the ground in a heap onto my knees, as Greyson locked both of my hands behind my back with what I presumed was handcuffs, but I wasn't too sure. "Greyson, what's going on! What are you doing! Let me go!" I screeched, as he lifted me up from the ground and pushed me forward in the opposite direction of where I was going to find Jack.

"Charlotte Levinstin you are under arrest for impersonating a citizen underground and for breaking and entering into an area strictly marked off to human citizens," Greyson told me, making me shake my head in frustration.

"What are you talking about?" I screamed, making him slam me into a nearby wall and hold his hand over my mouth.

"When I took your vitals back at the hospital they came back with blood work unlike the citizens here have. We traced back your blood to a Charlotte Levinstin from Minnesota and I came to bring you to the head scientists for further investigation. 

I was just about to come to Jack's apartment to look for you when you ran into me, so thanks for sparing me the long hallway walk," he cockily told, making me try and shake him away from me, but fail in the attempt as he pushed me forward once again and kept me walking down the hallway and onto the elevator to the third floor where the head scientists office was.

I kept trying to remember when he took my vitals back in that hospital room, but I couldn't recall a time at all.

"You never took my vitals, I don't even know what you're talking about. You have the wrong person!" I told him, as we waited in the elevator that was slowly going up.

"Yes I did take your vitals, it's an automatic device that we have recently implicated in the hospital. I won't tell you all the details, but I surely will let you know that Jack would most likely be learning about this news in his meeting today," he replied, right as the doors opened and the third floor awaited. Hesitating, I didn't want to go any further, but Greyson pushed me once again until I no longer moved on my own.

It wasn't long until we hit their office, and I was thrown inside with Greyson blocking the door. Shaking, I didn't know what to do, or where to go, and just stood in the open space to wait like I seemed to have been doing a lot of that day.

"And who is this Dr. Wolfe?" I heard a voice, before an older man approached from a side door and came to stand in front of me. He was tall, and intimidating for his age as he was obviously much older than seventy. White hair creased back on his round head, his crinkled and spotted face looked down to me with curiosity. I wasn't sure if he was one of the head scientists, but as to what I believed he was more of a front desk man.

"A human has been brought down underground. I had took her vitals yesterday at the hospital and they don't match those of our citizens. She is impersonating them," Greyson told, making me turn to him with hatred for how he turned me in.

"A human? Portraying a citizen?" the tall man asked, making me look back to him as he looked to Greyson with confusion. "She couldn't have done this by herself? Who brought her down?"

"Jack Nethers, sir. At least that is what I am hunching towards. She was living with him," Greyson replied, as the man directed Greyson to bring me back to the cells until the head scientists could take care of the matter in a court case later that day.

"No, no, please!" I screamed, turning back to Greyson to try to run out the door, but was held back strongly as I fought and kicked to be let loose. Everything in me was drained as Greyson picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me away. I watched from behind as the old man stood merely watching me leave like he saw it every day.

I was then tossed into an empty, bricked cell like an animal left to die alone. The handcuffs were removed thankfully, but as I stood there in disbelief of what had happened, I couldn't help but cry once more. I couldn't be separated from Jack! Not now, not ever. And I most definitely wouldn't let them kill me for my actions, for now I had not only myself to think of. That baby inside of me, although I had just discovered it, was everything to me and I wouldn't let anything happen to it.

I sat down on the hard concrete ground of the cell and placed my fingers back over my stomach like I had before not long ago in Jack's apartment. Smiling as I felt a small kick, I whispered down to it.

"Everything will be alright," which I know I meant for the baby, but was more for me than anyone else...