I wake up in my bed with a bucket next to me on the floor. I groan involuntarily and throw the covers off of me. I'm drenched in a cold sweat and I must have caught something. As I sit up, Carter is automatically beside me helping me up.
"I'll run you a bath. Sit," He says running to the bathroom, turning on the water, and coming back to my side in about ten seconds flat.
"Wh-what...happened? Last night," I say groggily.
"You threw up and passed out, so I carried you in here." He says.
"How's E-,"
"Elijah's fine," Carter says softly.
I feel the overwhelming urge to cry. Just so many emotions ravaging me all at once, I don't know what to do with them all. After what was said last night between Carter and I, I'm glad he stayed and he's helping me.
"Listen..I-I didn't. Mean what I said last night," I say in a rush. My head is spinning.
"It's okay, I'm not even worried about that, I'm worried about you," He tells me.
I tell him I just need to get in the bath and when I do, I feel so much better. So calm.
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Once I'm out of the bath and dressed, I feel so starved so I go down to the kitchen and make some toast, eggs, bacon, and pancakes, all with orange juice to chase it down.
"That's alot of food," Carter says. But he sounds unfazed. "Oh, and Delilah came by. She cleaned up while we were asleep."
"Okay," I say with a mouthful of about everything on the plate. As soon as I'm about to swallow my food, I throw it up everywhere.
"It's happening," Carter says, soft as a breath in the wind.
"What!" I scream, clutching my stomach. "What's happening!" I'm so sick of Carter's secretive attitude, he always seems like he knows something I don't and it's pissing me off.
"Just breathe. Did you use protection when you....with Sam, did you use it?" He says hurriedly.
"Yes, yes," I say thinking back, and then I remember. "No...Oh my god, you don't think.."
"No, I don't think, I know. And I hate to break all of this to you at a time like this, god I really do," Carter says. He sounds like he's in pain. But he can't be in as much pain as I'm in right now. I feel like my insides are being torn apart.
"Okay, Violet. Listen to me. Listen to everything I'm about to tell you, and listen good. You are a Purebred werewolf, and you are pregnant with one. Sam; he did this to you. I know you've been wondering why I chose your house out of all the houses on the street, why I chose you. And it's because I was sent here. To save you. Before you Change on the total solar eclipse, it only happens once every couple hundred years and I need you to just remember," He says and I have no idea what he means.
So much pain.....
"Remember me," He whispers, laying his hand on my suddenly protruding stomach.
"Wh...I don't understand," I say, tears falling down my cheeks. I close my eyes tightly. This all feels like a bad dream, and I need out. Now. Wake up, Violet. Wake up!
"Think, Violet. You have to remember," And when I open my eyes, there is no Carter. There's no kitchen. I'm in a field of clover and it appears to be endless.
I do the only thing that makes sense. I run.
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After what seems like forever, I stop running. I put my hands on my knees and breathe. Inhale, exhale. All this can't be good for my baby.My baby. This can't be happening to me. I turn around abruptly when I feel a hand on my shoulder. All of my senses seem to be on overdrive.
It's Carter. I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight. He's the only person I trust right now.
"Carter, please. Help me, I don't know what to do," I say panicked.
"Violet, listen to me. I'm not really here. These are your memories. We're jumping through them. Everything that's happened to you, happened already. I'm not here, no one is. It's just you. You had your baby, and you're in a coma because the birth almost killed you. I had a witch cast a spell to help bring me here, to help get you out. Violet, please, you're dying. You will die if you don't wake up. Your baby needs you. I need you," He pleads, and then disappears right in front of me.
I breathe in deeply. None of this is real, I think to myself. All of this happened. These are my memories.
"There are people who want to get their hands on you and your baby, Violet. You need to wake up," I look around and there's no one here. It's just me, alone in an endless field of clover. I trust Carter. With everything I've got. So I do what he says.
I wake up.
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Hybrid (Awakening, # 0.5)
Teen FictionViolet Black is a 17 year old normal girl. Or so she's been raised to think. Her mother died when she was young; too young to remember her. Her father isn't in the picture, but provides for Violet. She lives in a huge 10,000 square foot home with th...