The Dark Souls •H.S•

•- T.H.I.R.T.Y_S.I.X -•

Bella's point of view

"Hey- Oh my God!" I shriek out in surprise after I enter the washroom where Amanda is in,

"Amanda! You- you are vomiting blood!" I whisper shout, fearing that the guards outside our house might hear us. I look at her, her lips are tainted with blood as well as the back of her hand. The wash basin is also painted with the blood. I look at her with a horrified expression, but she just weakly smiles at me. I can see that she could faint any minute now by the way her eyes are behaving weird.

"I- it's okay." She weakly croaked and I just stare at her with my mouth open,

"I thought you could handle their powers!" I exclaimed in disbelieve and she frowns,

"I can! Okay!? I can!" she shouts, while she turns the faucet on. We both are quiet as I watch her wash off the blood from hands, mouth and the wash basin. The only sound in the washroom is the water running down rapidly.

"Let's not go out today." I sternly said, breaking the silence. She immediately turns her head to look at me.

"Please, no. I have to go today." She pleaded, her eyes welling up with tears. My heart clenches and I close my eyes then I let out a long sigh.

"Why does it have to be today, Amanda?" I asked her, but she doesn't respond. I stare at her for a response but she never gave one.

"Let's go see the doctor then." I suggested and her sad face turned to a terrified one.

"No! No- not the doctor! Please! You know what they will do to us if they come to know!" Amanda shrieks in fear while holding her baby bump in a protective posture.

What Amanda said made me rethink about the suggestion I gave her. What she said is the sad truth, the Royal Family will kill them both or heal them. But, we never know when they will kill or heal. It actually depends on the mother and the baby, if they are strong enough then the Styles will heal and if not strong then they choose the latter.

"Then what the hell are we supposed to do?" I asked her, my words filled with worry and desperation.

"F-for now, we keep quiet." She weakly answered, and I look at her, my eyes well up with tears. I plop my head on my palms. I felt her hand on my shoulder, making me look at her. Despite all these, she is still smiling. I sigh out sadly and stare at her.

"But-" I start but she cuts me off before I could complete,

"Please." She weakly croaked and I look at her with a sad look. Then I nod, but my heart clenches, making me feel that this is wrong.

"Thank you." She said and gave a wide smile. She starts walk past me but stumbles, so I immediately hold her shoulder in support and walk her to her bedroom.

"Mommy! Are you not ready yet!?" My 4 years old Anna, asked as she entered the room. She suddenly goes quiet after seeing Amanda and me.

"Did something happen?" Anna asked, worry lacing her voice and words.

"Did mommy scold aunt Amanda?" She sadly asked and pouted, making me chuckle at her cuteness.

"No, darling, aunt Amanda was having difficulty in wearing her dress." I said, lying through my teeth. Anna's eyes lights up immediately and chuckles. Anna is the next girl to get mated with one of the Styles boys at the age of 18. I can't tell her that her aunt is in pain, or else a fear will grow inside her and she will never willingly mate with one of the Royals. My heart clenches in pain knowing that my girls fate has already been written.

"Then you get ready too mommy!" Anna excitedly exclaimed, and I nod with a smile. Once Anna left, I look at Amanda with worry. She is now combing her long, wavy, brown hair but she seems to be lost in thoughts. I leave her room, not being able to look at her in the eyes. Should we really not tell anyone about it? Are we doing the right thing by keeping quiet?