Chapter 10
A week has passed since that fateful day. Since then the bottomless pit of despair has became my new home. Wanting nothing more than to set myself ablaze and join them on the other side; I just can't bring myself to do so. Something inside of me is telling me that I will see them again. Denial has became my reason of existence. In the confinement of my prison cell I lay curled on the bed rubbing my stomach trying to ease the nausea. That's another thing I have suffered with since that day.
Down stairs Joham is finishing the final touches on the ceremony that is taking place tomorrow. With no way out of this hell, I just grin and bare it. Nothing he can possibly do can ever right this ultimate wrong. KNOCK. KNOCK.A gentle tapping is at my door. It is probably Nahuel coming to check on me. He does that every couple of hours. He has a good heart somewhere inside, but for some reason he fights so hard to leave it buried.
"Nessie, you feelin' better?" He asks sympathetically as he enters the room. ''No, still nauseated." I answer still staring at the wall, I still can't bring myself to look at that the vile murderer. "Want me to get you anything?" "What I want you destroyed!" I spit out as he leaves the room, slamming the door behind. Still suffering from depression I begin to cry uncontrollably until I am sleep.
The next morning I wake to the rain pelting on the window. Even Mother Nature is weeping about the unholy union happening today. At the foot of my bed lays a beautiful white strapless hourglass wedding dress. The kind of dress that Aunt Alice would of picked out for the day Jake and I would walk down the aisle. "Nessie, get up your going to be late!" An angelic says as the door busts open and three beautiful women come rushing in. I just sat there confused. "Mom, Aunt Rose, Aunt Alice!" I cried as I flung myself at them. "Nessie, are you okay? Did you hit your head or something?" My mom asks. "I just can't believe your alive. I thought Nahuel killed you like Joham commanded." They just stare at me confused and concern. "Baby girl, what are you talking about?" Not wanting to dredge up the painful memory, I touch my mom's face and replay the past events. At the end of the memory I begin to feel weak, nausea, and flushed. "Nessie none of that happened. Sweetie, Jake is downstairs waiting to say I do." "Jakie!" I squeal in excitement and bewilderment. "Yeah." Rose says as she studies my face. The room begins to spin and the nausea grows more intense. Unable to remain standing I collapse onto my bed.
"Carlisle!" They scream, frantically, in unison. In a matter of seconds everyone is in the doorway. Jake, my dad, and Grandpa Carlisle push pass everyone. With Jake and my dad by my side I feel complete again. "Honey, what's wrong?" " I feel weak, nausea, flushed, and dizzy." I say answering my grandfather's question. "How long have you felt this way?" "A week." He keeps his face expressionless. "Jake, Edward, I want you two to help Nessie down the hall." They nod and help me stand up. Jake quickly picks me up and carries me out the door and down the hall. In the end room is where Carlisle keep all his medical equipment. For the past 5 years or so he has been the pack's primary doctor. My dad opens the door and Jakes carries to the hospital bed. "Ok Nessie, I need you to lift your shirt a little." Carlisle instructs as he walks over to the supply cabinet and grabs a tube of lubricant. "Emmett, roll that machine you're leaning on over here." I glance up at Jake who looks so gorgeous in his black tux.
Rubbing the lubricant on my stomach, he reaches for the roller that is attach to the machine. Gently he rubs the roller over my stomach. "Just what I thought, you're pregnant with twins." He says, sending my heart soaring. I get to have my dream come true. I glance up at Jake and begin screaming. No longer is my beloved holding my hand, instead it is Joham. That is when I wake up screaming. Sitting straight u[ in my bed, beads of sweat rolling slowly down my face, I glance around the room. Rain is pelting the window and a beautiful white strapless dress lies at the foot of my bed. Everything is identical to my dream. I stare at the door waiting for my aunts and mom to come rushing in. The knob begins to turn, my eyes widening as I watch. As the door opens, my heart begins to race in anticipation. Maybe this thing with Joham was all just some hellish nightmare that I am finally waking up from.
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