"Reality Check"
Ella's POV
I sat at the hospital's reception and stared at the pregnancy test, my mind reeling. Positive. The word screamed at me, echoing off the bathroom walls.
I was shocked, scared, and unsure of what to do.
Confronting Eric and
telling him about the pregnancy? No, I fears his rejection, knowing his werewolf secrets and our tumultuous relationship.
I was sitting on the floor, my thoughts gone beyond what people would say. My phone buzzed with a message from Eric. My heart skipped, what could that be or does he know about the pregnancy already?
My hands trembling, I opened the message. "Hi Ella," since the that day we met, I have not been myself. I'd been trying to think straight, about my pack and my business, but no. It's all you. I'm texting to inform you of my intention to leave for my pack, my people needs me. See you some other time. "Love you."
Reading the text confirms my worst fears. Pack? His people? I thought he's a call boy? I asked myself questions without an answer. I Feel trapped, I was unsure of how to navigate all this alone.
The pregnancy, Eric's rejection, and the danger posed by his werewolf world.
Fearful for my safety and the baby's well-being, I decides that I will have to run away, I'll flee London, to seek refuge with my friend Lily in the States.
Overwhelmed by the pregnancy and Eric's rejection, I was
scared of the unknown and the potential dangers
Uncertain about my future and the baby's.
I'm now alone, with no one to turn to, my mother can't accept my carelessness, all
this sequence of events drives my decision to escape, seeking a safe haven and a fresh start.
My hands trembled as I held the pregnancy test again, the positive result staring back at me like a beacon of uncertainty. I have suspected it, but the confirmation sent my mind reeling.
Panic set in, my thoughts racing to Eric. How would he react? Would he stand by me or abandon me forever like his text suggested?
Just as I was about to leave the reception, another text message buzzed in. I quickly opened my inbox, the massage reads.
"My dear Ella,
I can never truly be with you. My pack demands I prioritize our kind. I must leave you, for your own safety.
Yours,
Eric"
The memory of his words pierced my heart. My tears streamed down my face as I crumpled to the floor. The weight of my pregnancy and Eric's rejection crushed over me.
Days passed in a blur. I went through the motions, numb and lost. I couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped.
I can't stay in hear, my mother would surely ask questions, not even with Eric's pack lurking, and certainly not with him.
I needed to think of an escape.
My thoughts turned to Lily again, my best friend from college, now living in the States.
I sat on my couch, I was deep in thought. My mind went back to the night at the bar. How could this have happened? One night, one mistake.
Panic set in, and I slid to the floor, tears streaming down my face. What was I going to do?
As reality sunk in, I thought of Eric once more. Did he even care?
I pulled myself together, knowing I had to face this head-on. A nurse's calm demeanor kicked in, and I began making calculations.
Eight weeks pregnant. That's what the test estimated.
My hospital offered excellent maternity care, but I couldn't bear the thought of facing my colleagues, especially my mother.
Lily will be my last hope, she was good to me from our nursing school. Maybe I could stay with her until I figured things out.
Within days, I have to book a flight and broke the news to my family. But how would my mother feel? I asked.
"I need some time off," I told my mother and my brother, trying to sound convincing. "Burnout."
My brother, Alex, raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
You are of age, a nurse at that. You can explore the world as you like. I wish you a safe trip. My mother prayed. As I settled into my mother's arms in our cozy apartment, the reality of my situation hit me. Single motherhood loomed ahead.
I went back to my room spent hours packing my clothes, toiletries, and essentials.
Notifying my bank and credit card companies.
Checking my travel documents (passport, visa)
Researching my health insurance options in the US.
Downloading necessary apps (maps, language translators)
Backing up my phone and laptop data.
My scribbled notes; Lily's address,
emergency contacts. important phone numbers,
medication schedule.
I double-checked my
flight itinerary,
accommodation arrangements.
I visited my doctor for a final check-up and pregnancy confirmation.
I stopped by my family's home, handing them a letter with my contact information and itinerary.
I went to see my brother and mother for the last time. Are you sure you want to do this? My brother asked. "What am I doing here, brother?" I asked, as tears welling up my mother's face.
My mother wrapped me in a warm hug. "You'll be fine. You're strong."
I confirmed to know if my utilities were paid, I
set automatic bill payments, I
cleaned and locked up. I hailed a taxi, my suitcase and my emotions in tow.
"Which of the airport, love?" the driver asked.
"Heathrow," I replied, my voice steady.
As we drove, my thoughts wandered;
What would my new life be like? Would I find happiness?
Would Eric try to find me?