Unexpected

SEVEN

Chapter Seven

Death By Tree?

I sat in the farthest corner of my dark bedroom, in my soft chair, facing the window. A blanket draped over me, sheltering me from all of the dangers that I now knew existed in this world. I haven't moved from this spot since Stiles told me- since he showed me the truth.

Unfortunately I couldn't sleep at all last night, afraid that if I did I'd have another nightmare of what I thought were just dreams. And now it's night again and I can't deal with yet another nightmare, another night of waking up in a cold sweat. It's too unbearable, I don't want to wake up from a nightmare just to realize that I'm living one as well. I can't- I can't deal with this.

How am I supposed to live knowing that those things are real? That they're really out there. Disguised as humans but, really they're monsters. How-how do I know if someone is one of them? Will I just be surprised? Is there even a way to know what is human and what is not?

I let my eyes fall from the window and down to my stomach. A bump had yet to form at the base of my abdomen, but I knew what was in there... A baby, which my mind refused to let me forget, a constant reminder of what was growing inside me. What if I give this baby to a family of those things, and what if they just eat it? What if the baby doesn't get to actually live and grow? It'd be all my fault.

It'll be my fault because, I'm the one giving it to those people. I'd be the one who gave him away, gave him to someone that would just... end his precious life. I clutch my locket tightly, knowing that I'd never let myself do that. But, then again, how'd I know if  they were monsters or not? "I won't give you to a monster, I promise. If I have to, I'll just- I'll...."

"Victoria?" Scott's voice came to me quietly from behind me, just barely above a whisper. I could tell he was in my doorway. I didn't even wipe the wet tears from my face as I turned to him slowly. He looked so perfect. Every bit of him, from his brown eyes to his toned and well built body was flawless.

My eyes raked over him, looking at how his chocolate hair laid messily atop his head, how his lips etched themselves into a from, I stopped at his bicep. "You got a tattoo?" I spoke, surprised at how broken and ragged my voice sounded. It wasn't like me to cry this much, I hated that this secret had turned me into a mess. I blame it on the hormones.

Scott nodded and walked toward me, he shut and locked my door. He moved and sat on my bed, looking at me.  He looked so pained as we sat in silence. His eyebrows were pulled together in an angry and confused look, and his lips were pull tightly together, unsure of his thoughts and feelings. I wish I would've known all of this sooner, or maybe I wish I didn't know it at all. I guess I am also  unsure...of my thoughts...of my feelings and emotions.

"I heard Stiles told you, I guess he made Peter show you..?" Scott's eyes pleaded with me to tell him it wasn't true. That I had no idea what he was talking about. But, it is and I did. I knew it all now. I looked to my window again. "Yeah, it's funny. Isn't it?" I laugh under my breath slightly, a sarcastic and broken laugh that pained me to hear. 

"Me, the girl who wanted so badly to know what you guys were hiding. The girl who stayed up late to follow you two... is now completely and utterly terrified of what she knows. I can't sleep, Scott. Every time I close my eyes I see it- the nightmares. They're so horrible, and I can't bare knowing that my nightmares are real- it's too much." I let out a breath, gasping for air as a feeling of defeat filled me while my eyes watered, I instinctively laid my hand across my stomach protectively. "I'm just glad that you and Stiles aren't those things." I breathed out, shaking my head. "I don't know what I'd do..."I don't think I could be okay with that, or even feel safe about that.