Chapter 10 - Gang bang, bitch!

Even though I was still mad at Jessica, the rocking of the wolf's steps soothed me and suddenly, I was not angry anymore. The soft rhythm lulled me to sleep almost instantly. My cheek was pressed against his chest and his arms holding my body close. The alcohol probably also played a role in my drowsiness.

Light breaths, a heavy blanket on my mind. Nothing.

Slowly, I came to. It was warm and cozy, and I didn't really want to get up. My body was pressed against a hot water bottle. It was warmth was soothing, and I was completely comfortable. For the first time in a long while, I felt relaxed, and it seemed like all my problems were miles away. I just wanted to drift off to sleep again, when I registered voices on the edge of my consciousness.

"Who is that? Sam, tell me who that is?" A woman's voice asked, sounding choked up and muffled, like she was fighting against tears, fighting against a realization she didn't want to admit to herself.

"Emily, please calm down. I can explain," someone answered, sounding urgent and hectic.

"This explanation better be good. Why is all of the pack gathered around her in the living room? Why do you look at her that way?" The woman continued to question, and I felt a little pity for her.

And who was this girl they were talking about? I felt sorry for her too. Leisurely I adjusted my position and cuddled closer to the water bottle. I might have also smacked my lips.

"I don't know who she is, we just met her tonight at the high school party. We were there to patrol and there she was, totally drunk. Paul brought her over and we somehow all looked into her eyes and imprinted on her," the man explained, a lot calmer now.

Paul brought her over? Paul, that name seems awfully familiar.

"Imprinted?" The woman shrieked; her voice reached heights I didn't even know were possible.

"No Emily, listen. I still feel my imprint on you. It is still there," he reassured her.

"But you want to fuck her?" The woman screamed and I flinched. Poor guy. I wondered how he would get out of that.

"No, no, not at all! You are my one and only, I swear Emily," the man assured. I bet they are hugging now. I hope they can work through it.

I still wonder who this girl was. What a bitch to cause a relationship fight like this.

"We know you are awake," a very deep man's voice said very close to me, too close for my comfort.

My body reacted and I was sitting straight, wide awake at once. I was greeted by five faces staring at me, leaning over me. Now I was the one shrieking and stumbled backwards and closer to my hot water bottle. Only then, did my hot water bottle start rumbling with laughter.

I got off the couch onto the floor and fell onto my butt with a loud noise.

"Ouch," I sighed as I rubbed my butt. That hurt. "Where am I?" I asked as bravely as I could. But what can I say, six guys staring at me intently made me shy.

"You are safe," one of them answered. I rolled my eyes, guys.

"I asked where I was not if I was safe or not," I corrected him and became more and more annoyed. "And why are you staring at me anyways? Do I have something on my face?" I wiped over my mouth and found to my horror a bit of drool on the corner of my mouth.

The guy on the couch chuckled and winked at me. I flinched, and stared at the glittering wet spot in his chest. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, I did.

"You are at my house in La Push," Sam said as he stepped into the room, crossing his arms in front of his wide chest. Why were they all so ripped? Did they work out secretly? Were they bench pressing each other?

But that meant, the girl they were talking about? That was me? They are all imprinted on me? I grew dizzy. That cannot be possible. I am not even native American, I don't think Lauren was, right?

"I really need to go now," I said and thought of another excuse than the oven. "Already this late? I need to walk the dog," I said as I looked at my wrist. Please work, please!

"You are not even wearing a watch and it is 3am, you don't need to walk the dog," Sam said, and his word seemed final. I shrunk back and pulled my shoulders up. So mean and demanding.

"We need to talk," Sam commanded, not asked. What a jerk. Who did he think he was? Some kind of alpha male? Technically he was. Shit.

"I am tired, can't we talk about this tomorrow?" I complained, suddenly feeling like a child and Sam as my dad. Did that give me reason to call him daddy? I yawned for good measure, pinching my eyes together and stretching. Squinting through my lashes, I tried to evaluate if this tactic was working.

Sam sighed. "Yeah sure, it is kinda late anyways. You can sleep on the couch." Before he left the room, he gave all the boys a pointed look.

Still sitting on the floor, I looked up to the guys expectantly. Were they not going to leave me alone? This was technically my bedroom now. Instead, they sat down around me. Jesus, why did they look so intimidating? I will not bang them, and I will not bang them, and this will not become a gang bang, I repeated in my head to assure myself. And this will not become a pyjama party either.

"You smell like vomit," one of the guys said, wrinkling his nose. I looked at him, taken aback. Excuse me? He didn't smell like roses and violets either. In fact, more like wet dog.

"What?" I asked surprised and blinked.

"You smell like vomit," he repeated.

"Well, that could be because I actually did vomit. Rude much?" I said, offended. It couldn't be that bad. I wondered if I could breathe into my hand and smell it without being embarrassed.

"Just stating the facts," he defended himself, holding up his hands in defeat. I gave him the stink eye.

"Facts can still hurt," I answered and wiped away an imaginary tear. He started searching in his pants pockets and finally pulled out a piece of gum wrapped in a wrinkly suspiciously old looking wrapper.

"Here," he said, extending his hand. My mind blanked and suddenly I was back in the lecture hall. I felt my throat restrict. I felt hot and cold at the same time and hot tears gathered in my eyes.

"Viv, everything alright?" He sounded concerned now.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see.

"Did you break her?" Someone else asked.

"No, I swear I just offered her gum," the other answered.

A hand landed on my shoulder. The weight of it pulled me back into reality. I must have stared at the piece of gum a little too long and out of it. I sighed, shook my mind free of my death and looked up. I hesitantly smiled because I felt bad that they had worried.

"No, it's fine. I mean, I am fine. Just give it to me," I said defeatedly and took the gum. How bad could it be? What are the chances of choking on gum twice? I was technically 23, not three, I was capable of chewing some measly piece of gum.

I peeled off the wrapper, it felt disgustingly warm in my hand. How long had that been in his pants? The strip of gum was greyish, and I just held it for a second in my hand. This was the reason for my death. This was the reason why I was Lauren's body now.

I popped it in my mouth and started chewing. Minty but also a little sweet. Not bad at all, I thought and continued chewing. I grinned at the guys and gave them a thumbs up.

"Thanks," I told the one wolf. Why did they all look so similar anyways?

Now I felt stupid for how silly I had behaved earlier. This was just chewing gum, not uranium. I felt lighter, somewhat happier. Like I had defeated an impossible enemy and came out on top.

"Now that you don't smell like vomit anymore, wanna make out?" Paul, it had to be Paul, said and slapped his giant hand on my back.

I spontaneously inhaled my chewing gum and started choking. A burning hatred for Paul started to form and I wanted to yell in frustration. Seriously? Seriously, if I die again, I swear. I will need to slap the hell out of Paul when I am done here. But in the meantime, I coughed weakly.

"Paul you asshat, what did you do to her now?" That, and more was being said by the wolves. They started arguing, possibly beating each other up while I just continued to breathe without actually getting air in.

Are they really arguing right now and leaving me to die? What kind of imprints are they? If I remember correctly soul mates, are they? I thought soul mates did everything for each other and I felt pretty neglected right now.

I stumbled through the room and towards a chair. The plan was to do the Heimlich maneuver on myself, spit out the chewing gum and to live another day. That was the plan if I could follow through was another question.

"Guys, I think Viv can't breathe," a panicked voice said.

No shit, Sherlock. Thanks for noticing. My hands clawed on the backrest of the chair; my vision grew blurry again.

"She is turning fucking blue!" I appreciate the use of fuck here; it really underlines the urgency.

"What do we do?" And the arguing started over again. For super cool mystical creatures, they are pretty dumb. I will just die now.

I placed the edge of the backrest underneath my rib cage. This was something I only ever saw in a youtube video, this was not something I ever had practiced. I never had a reason to, who ever really did? Thus, it was easy to say, I had no idea what I was doing. I just knew I had to do something before my body said adios and ciao and I'd be gone. Again.

They must have come to an agreement because suddenly strong arms wrapped around me from behind and pulled me away from the chair. One arm was placed across my chest, giving me support, while I was being bent over. Then a hand slapped my back, again and again. I coughed some more but I felt that the gum would not budge. My vision became dark around the edges.

A fist was placed underneath my rib cage and thrusted quickly upward. My back was pressed against a chest. It was warm. I felt my mind trickling away. Then another thrust, and another. But I was nothing more than a lifeless puppet.

First, I became deaf. All the voices were gone. Next, my vision was gone. Everything was dark. Lastly, my mind grew sluggish, like syrup. And I thought, I hope I am not dead. Nothing.

I woke up with a jolt, looking around disoriented and taking in my surroundings. Just moments before, I had six werewolves starring me down and witnessing helplessly as I choked to death. Now, I was in a white room, sitting in a white bed. Was I in the hospital?

"Are you okay now?", someone said from beside me and I turned my head.

There was a woman sitting there, brown hair in a bun, wearing a skirt and blouse with high heels. Who was that? Where was Paul, he was in need of a good beating.

"Where is Paul, where am I?" I asked confused and turned my gaze towards my hands. I spotted freckled arms and I instantly wanted to sob. Lauren didn't have any freckles. Viv did.

"Vivian, I thought we had made progress. We are at the hospital; you are Vivian Backer. You are 23 years old and are currently studying economics," woman explained, parroting information I already knew.

"Who is Paul?" The woman asked me, her head tilted to the side. Her eyes were boring to me. I shifted uncomfortably in the bed.

"That doesn't explain who you are," I said ignoring her question and still taking in the sight of my hands. These were truly my hands.

"My name is Martha Rogers; I am your psychologist. You have been in my care for over two weeks now since you were brought in for choking on chewing gum."

What. What was going on?

Did I imagine it all? Has it all just been in my head? It hadn't been real; it couldn't have been. Obviously, I must have been in some kind of delirium, and I had imagined it all. There was no other explanation. The Cullens, the wolves, Lauren. It was all in my head?

My brain must be sick to send me into Twilight. Thanks a lot.

"Do you still think that you are Lauren Mallory and 17 years old?" Martha asked next and my gaze snapped up to meet her grey eyes. She seized me, studied me.

"Excuse me?" I said because I couldn't help it. Martha thought I was Lauren. So, if I had been in Lauren's body, did that mean that Lauren had been in mine all this time?

I hadn't imagined it after all? It was real? Paul will pay. Then my next thought.

What did that evil bitch do?

"Who are you right now, are you Lauren or are you Vivian?" She asked again, a pen firmly in her grasps. Her eyes stayed on me.

"I am La- Vivian, I mean, I am Vivian," I said because being Lauren for a while had left its mark. This was when I realized that I had truly become Lauren in these two weeks. It had been my body, not Lauren's body anymore. It was good to be back.

Martha pressed her lips together and nodded, noting something down in her notebook. She checked her watch and sighed. She clipped the golden pen on her book, closing it in the process.

"Unfortunately, our time is over now. We will talk about why you spaced out for most of our session today next time." Her voice was soft but the heavy disappointment, like I had done something wrong, weighed down on me.

She got up, smiled hesitantly at me and left the room followed by the clicking of her heels. A piece of paper slipped out of her notebook, but she didn't notice. The door fell shut behind her.

I sprang up onto my feet quickly. A little unsteady, as I was not used to the shorter legs anymore, I grabbed the paper off the floor and hopped back into bed, hiding the paper underneath my blankets in fear that Martha might return. After a minute or two, I wagered that she wouldn't and dared to look at the paper I managed to salvage.

Multiple personalities, split personality? Choking caused brain damage?

Vivian, 23, university student = described as kind, caring and funny

Lauren, 17, high school student = appears to be entitled, egoistic and arrogant

Brain scan, if nonconclusive, medication

I will kill that bitch.