Save Me

22

We had arrived at his home in under two hours. It was supposed to be a five hour journey. He had just pulled up in front of the house. It was magnificent, it had a water feature centrepiece outside the house and a double stair case leading to the front door. Which was no doubt French.

Mac got out and I followed him up the staircase and into the mansion, in silence. To think we would've bonded over the journey given that we were stuck in it for the past two hours is a ludicrous thought. He said nothing, not even a word even after the weird wolves howling.

I walked a few steps behind him struggling to keep up with his strides.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked looking around, we didn't even stop for bathroom breaks. At three months pregnant normal time I was the equivalent of six months in wolf time and I was struggling to hold in my pee.

"Hello," I said getting Mac's attention. "The mother of your child needs to pee." I informed him using exaggerated hand gestures. I was rooted to my spot as I realised there were others in the room with us. His pack was seated around the room along with his father and siblings I had briefly had the pleasure of meeting during that awkward dinner. "Hi," I squeaked forcing a polite smile out. All eyes were on me and I was being watched like a specimen under a microscope.

"The powder room is down the hallway it's right ahead of you last door."

"Thanks," I said leaving the room, I followed his instructions just as he had said and I was lost. None of the rooms here was the bathroom. "What are you doing?" Mac asked making me jump ten feet in the air.

"Looking for the bathroom," I said in a duh tone.

"Bathroom's the other way." He said with an eye roll.

"Well, your father didn't specify." I said turning on my heels and headed the other way. He followed closely behind me.

I sat on the toilet hoping to relief myself but I couldn't because I knew right outside stood Mac.

"Can you not stand so close to the door?" I finally relieved myself when I heard footsteps moving away from the door. Washing my hands I stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was frizzy, my skin looked tacky my eyes sleepy. I splashed some cold water on my face and smoothed my hair out with my wet hands. Taking a deep breath I left the bathroom to find him leaning against the wall foot away from the door. He stood up straight when he saw me coming.

"Let me show you you're room."

★

It was my third day here and I wasn't enjoying it one bit and I was in no mood for anybody when my father called me yet I still picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi Cara, how's it going?"

"Shit."

"Are you sure? Isn't Max treating you well?"

"I haven't seen him since he showed me my room, dad. I'm positive, I absolutely hate it here, I'm home sick and feeling like shit and there's no one here I know or could talk to. The man who got me pregnant is nowhere to be seen. My father is MIA yet somehow managed to give the okay to him so he could bring me here and somehow he managed to pick up his phone and call his miserable daughter. I'm three months along but look and feel like six. I don't feel cute or anything of the sort, I feel and look like a beach ball and the idiot that packed my bags packed everything I owned before I was pregnant. I have nothing decent to wear and I am roaming their house in oversized tee and hoodie when there's girls here thin as twigs prancing around and next to them I look like the great blue whale. The only people I seemed to have made friends with is the cook who I hang out with in the kitchen because I get lonely in this shithole and I bet he hates having me around bothering him. Everyone here is a werewolf and I'm the only human and they look at me like I'm some sideshow freak."