Him, His Uncle And I!

fifty-fifty

Rebecca's pov

I took time to process Selena’s words. Honestly, it was lights off in our dorm, but I was still lying awake, facing the ceiling in a dark room. I couldn’t sleep; Selena's words echoed in my mind, and I was a bit freaked out by what she said. A man with blood on his hands? He’s dangerous? I should run? All of these thoughts were the culprits keeping me awake right now.

“Get some sleep, Rebecca.” Selena mused in my mind. I turned to my side and placed my hand underneath my head.

“How can I, when you threw bombshells at me? I’m totally freaking out right now because what you’re saying is similar to what the nurse said, only she wanted me to keep the baby, not remove it,” I said in my mind.

“I know, I heard her when she was trying to convince you to keep it. Her oblivion and dumb fantasies about our world annoyed the crap out of me,” Selena confessed.

“However, Rebecca, you don’t have all the time in the world to figure this out. Tomorrow, you must go back and request its removal, understood?” she urged me, disrupting my thought process.

“Yeah, I guess... but didn’t you say that you’re bound to that alpha? What would happen if I remove it? Will you be okay?” I asked, realizing Selena was still alive because of that alpha’s energy. I didn’t want to lose her, and if it meant keeping the baby, I would.

“Silly child, don’t be too concerned about me. Your safety is at risk. Let’s focus on you,” Selena said, and I accidentally shook my head physically. The movement disturbed Kayla, who was sleeping just a hand away from me.

“Mm,” she moaned.

“Sorry, K. Go back to sleep,” I whispered. She was a light sleeper, so any small movements would wake her up. I let out a breath when I heard her slight snoring echo in the room.

“Where was I?” I said in my mind to Selena.

“Yes, there is no way I wouldn’t be concerned about you. You nearly died, and I wouldn’t have known about it because you had withdrawn yourself! So I have every right to be worried,” she said, a little more firmly now.

“So tell me, if I remove it, will you be fine? Will you survive? Have you recovered?” I asked, basically pleading for her to tell me the answer I wanted to hear.

She sighed.

“Do you want to hear the truth?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t. Go ahead, tell me,” I said bravely, though my heart was heavy at the thought that she might be bearing bad news.

There was a pause.

“I don’t know,” she said.

Her words hung in the air for a while, and I abruptly sat up straight in my bed. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I—” she started, but was interrupted.

“Becks, what’s going on?” Kayla asked in a sleepy voice. Shoot, I woke her up.

“Oh, sorry, Kayla. Wanna go to the bathroom?” I said.

“Okay,” Kayla mumbled. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Locking the door quietly, I faced the mirror and said, “You were saying.”

“I said I don’t know. Honestly, it’s a fifty-fifty chance. Removing the pup may or may not have serious consequences for me,” Selena said in a composed voice.

“And so you expect me to remove it regardless?” I hissed. A fifty-fifty? Was she being serious?

“Yes, I’m being serious, Rebecca,” she said solemnly.

“That man’s aura is too much. You cannot get involved with him no matter what,” she continued.

“I get that. You’ve been repeating that since last night, and it’s 1 a.m. in the morning now, and you’re still saying the same thing. But I don’t think you realize the danger of what you’re saying. I could lose you!” I exclaimed.

“I know, Rebecca, but like I said, it’s a fifty-fifty. We don’t know for sure if anything will happen to me,” she said.

“And we don’t know if anything won’t happen,” I retorted, folding my arms.

“Rebecca...” she started, but I wasn’t done yet.

“Becky? Are you still in there? I need to pee,” a whiny voice came from outside the bathroom door, disturbing us once again.

“Almost done, Tyla,” I shouted lightly.

Then I turned back to Selena. “Listen, let’s sleep over it. In the morning, we’ll deal with this in the morning.” I said, trying to buy myself more time. I needed to think of a solution to save Selena. A fifty percent chance was too much, and if anything happened to her, I don’t think I would forgive myself.

Selena sighed. “Alright.”

I exited the bathroom.