Save Me

24

I stood up so they were no longer looking me at down. The events of the beach outing came back to me in rush, oh wrong they were.

            "I'm not dying." I said defiantly. "I'm just pregnant."

            They shook their head disagreeing with me.

            "Look I've been through the whole ordeal when they thought I was dying-" I cut off mid sentence as it dawned on me. "You, you guys were at the beach weren't you?" I questioned my hands on my hips.

            I watched them closely their slight nods confirmed my thoughts, "you led that group didn't you? Do you have any idea how much grief you caused me? I could've gone about my way, silently just getting fat but because of you I was forced to announce my pregnancy, my father was called home, Alpha Archer hates me and now I'm forced to live here, some bitch that has a vendetta against Mac has it out for me and my child and I can do nothing about it and now, I'm dying?"

            I starred at them, waiting for them to speak up. "Trust us we know what we're talking about."

            "Trust you?" I echoed in disbelief. "I barely know you! What makes you so special that you know I'm dying?" I sat down getting tired from standing.

            They were going to retaliate but stopped as Mac approached.

            "What's going on?" Mac asked looking between us.

            "Apparently, I'm dying." I told him dead serious, my voice filled with sarcasm.

            His facial expression changed, he wasn't smiling or anything but there was a slight twinkle in his eyes that now had died and were stony. Dead. A blank abyss of darkness. He looked at the twins jaw twitching as he locked and unlocked his jaw.

            He ran his hand through his hair, looking back at the field them to us and shook his head mumbling something under his breath.

            "Let's take this inside," he ushered me inside the house, I was aware of the twins following behind us. He led the way to a closed door which he barged in without bothering to knock. "Father," He spoke once inside the room as he pulled me in along with him.

            We had just interrupted some sort of meeting he was having on the phone, Bill muttered into the receiver and hung up the telephone, looking between the four of us. He eyes finally rested on me, his eyes held a knowing look. "I see you have met the Esmond twins." He smiled.

            Mac stood frowning at his father. "When is Rob returning?" He asked. It felt as if there was more to the conversation than asking of my father's return.

            "Soon."

            "Come on," Mac said trying to usher me out the room. "You need to get some rest, we don't need you relapsing."

            "No," I said half way out the door. "I want to talk to them," I stopped turning around.

            Mac huffed in frustration, "not now, " he sighed. "Later after you've napped." He said practically pulling me out of the room and dragging me up stairs. Instead of taking the first landing he continued up the stairs to the second floor, which I had learned was off limits and down the hall to the furthest door from the staircase.

            "My rooms the other way." I stated.

            "I know," he said opening the door.

            The room was simple, white walls black furniture. A clean kept room, with a desk in the corner and a bean bag in the other. He did seem like the bean bag type. He pulled me into the room closing his door behind him. I stood a foot away from the bed, he had taken his shirt off and shorts now simply in his boxers as he headed for the shower. I starred at the bed in distaste, who knows who's been here.