- Werewolf’s are real. How did that make me feel? Well, I had the thime to get used to the idea that they exist, so I guess I was cool with all this mythical world. In fact, I was quite enchanted with it, it seemed more honest that the world I grew up in, more pure. Animalistic? Yes, but that only made it more logical, life based on your natural instincts, So yes, I was ok with that.
- The father of my baby was a werewolf. I guess that knowledge made everything that happened that night more understandable. It was hard to believe that an ordinary human being could have the speed, the strength to do what they did and the ability to find me in the woods at night, because I was certain that at least at one point I hid pretty well. And after all the doctors did conclude that I was attacloed by an animal, so yeah. Was I ok with that? Certainly no. If anything, it made me feel uneasy. Because let’s face it, the bastard was crazy. Or bastards? What if all 3 of them were were’s? What if they found out about the child and decided to take it away from me? I still didn’t know what the were community thought about mothers rights for a child. All them don’t seem like the parenting type though, so I sure do hope that that’s not an option. Or, there could also be another possibility that they found out about the baby and decided to kill me and my child? I mean, or hope, that that’s unlikely, why should they care? No one believed my accusations anyway, so I presume to be safe, right? Anyhow, this all brings me to fact nr.3
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- My child is not human. How does that make me feel? Surprisingly I’m ok with that. Why? Well, I’m in a city full of werewolves, my child will not stand out, and I love my baby and will love him or her no matter what. Cheesy? Cliché? Yes. But it’s the truth. So yeah, I’m ok.
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And finally fact nr.4. I’m not human. Well, this on is harder to what my brain around. If I understood right, than physically I’m the same, except that I have some mystical powers and can carry a were child. The powers are confusing, because except for the healing part and the animals–love–you part nothing is clear. Oh, and the healing part isn’t clear as well, cause nobody seems to know how it works. Well, doc Evans possibly could, but that sneaky moth..old man proved to be… sneaky. Even if he knew something, he’d share it when he thinks the time is right, and I guess it is not now, because I’m still in the dark about that. So, how do I feel about that? I don’t know. I don’t feel any different. Where does it leave me? Hell knows. So what should I do now? I don’t know. The thing that bothers me is that everybody knows my situation. Not about the were baby, but that I was stupid enough to go to a party and get raped. That I was weak. That in the end I didn’t stand up for myself and fight for me and my baby. I don’t want to face them and see pity in their eyes. It’s enough that I’m crippled as I am, walking with a cane and a gash in my thy, with a nasty ass scar on my face and pregnant without a baby father. Now I’m a weak raped girl
And Lena sitting next to me didn’t help when I got to my last conclusion. If anything, I got even more anxious, because the moment my head would turn and my eyes would meet hers, I would know how much she pitied me. And concerning that she’s my only friend now (Hannah and Shirley were more like mothers to me, but Lena was closer to me age wise), that one horrified me endlessly.
Lena probably sensed the change in me, my whole body became stiff as stone, my hand flew to cover my stomach in a protective gesture. She slowly turned to me and put a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“Ok?“, was all she said, and I was grateful for the lack of poetically reassuring speeches, it was enough to show me, that I didn’t need to tell her what has been on my mind all this time, and I was ready to kiss her toes for that, because talking about everything was the last thing I wanted to do. I needed silent support, and she gave it to me.
I turned to her and casted a guarded glance, just to check for the pity, but it just wasn’t there. Her gaze was concerned, yeah, but that was it. No pity.
Thank shit
“Yeah, I guess…”
And so we sat with her for another hour maybe, just watching the skies and the clouds, that stood still in the heat of the day, both deep in thoughts. Soon enough I got tired of doing nothing. It wasn’t me. I wasn’t lazy and I hated decomposing, because doing nothing for me was just that. Yeah, life was shit right now, but I had to deal with it
“So, what are we going to do today?”, I asked Lena.
“I say we go and follow our original plan“, she said winking at me.
“Ugh what was that again?”
“Girl!” She cried our and rolled her eyes at me. “Think, woman! I thought a baby usually pushes on the bladder, not on the brain“. What a polite friend 1 have, right?
“Lena, I don’t follow.” I tried my best to make poker face, but well, I was never good at hiding my emotions, so corners of my lips were twitching in a small sanile,
“Gasswd
thug so silly.
“Ob c’mon, pregnancy brain, cut me some slack!“, I was already smiling wide, she was acting “Sometimes I don’t understand how you managed to get a degree with that awesome brain force of yours…” “Eeeth, I don’t have a degree.
“Figures…”
That was when I finally gave up and we started laughing hard. Thank god for a friend like Lena. Oh, sorry, Goddess
to apparently the plan for today was to make a visit to my doctor and check up on my pregnancy and hopefully find out the sex of my baby. Also, since I had more info on the baby (like it being a werewolf, bha), I figured she could tell me more on what to
And that’s where we went.
Doctor Green was smiley and polite, just as the last time I saw her. She greeted me with a warm side brug and together with Lena we went to the exam
So, Emily.“, she started cheerfully. “Are you ready to find out who you’re having?
Me and Lena exchanged a glance, we didn’t really know if doc Evans had informed about our new developments, if you could call my situation that… I pleaded Lena with my eyes to take the lead on that one
