I feel sick.
How could these crazy lunatics think I would be so good for them? I mean, I don't even know them, but not only that, I'm far too young to be carrying a pup for myself, let alone anyone else.
The only pup I would be carrying is that of mine and my mates in the future.
I look around the room and wonder if I can squeeze out from the little window.
I don't have much time before Daryl or even Stacey returns to check on me. I have quietly thrown my legs over the edge of the bed. I managed to get up. Nervously walking over to the window, I see a balcony. My heart is beating like crazy in my chest, and I feel the urge to get out and run as fast as I can, never come back.
I need to find my way back home, back to my mate, my Alex.
I was trying hard not to scream as I felt myself
