Chapter 122 Her Jealousy
\[Becky’s POV\]
I stumble down the street, my stomach churning, my head whirling, and my vision growing blurry.
How many days had passed? How many days since I escaped from Daniel and his evil schemes and faced my biggest enemy?
Time had ceased to exist for me. It was like I was stuck in a loop of despair that never seemed to end.
Since leaving Daniel, I didn’t dare return home because I was certain that my parents would either call him or force me back to his side, and that just couldn’t happen.
I didn’t have anywhere to go. I didn’t have anyone to call, and for the past few nights, I found myself sleeping in saunas or anywhere I could find, but all the uncomfortable sleep and lack of food was catching up to me.
“I’m hungry.” I murmur, rubbing my stomach while wondering how the pup in there was doing. “I’m sure you are too, right?”
As I speak, I look around me, taking in the stores that surrounded me and then the small diner on the corner.
“I have a bit on me.” I murmur, digging into my pocket and pulling out a few dollars. “This should be enough, right?”
Unable to handle it, I slowly start to move, all the while being cautious not to trip over my own feet, but before I can even reach my destination, I hear the sound of a bike horn and then feel something hard slam into me.
“Ah!” I scream as my body is flung forward and then slams into the ground.
Gasping, I reach down and wrap my arms around my stomach protectively while pain shoots through me, and when it all starts to become too much, I feel myself fading.
After that, the world starts to come to me in blinks from worried faces to bright lights and voices that are asking me questions that I am too weak to answer.
There is the feeling of being moved and then jostling, like I’m on a ride that I can’t seem to get off of, and when I’m certain that I’m really going to pass out, many fluorescent lights move above me.
I try to blink to stop them from blinding me, but they’re quickly replaced by a large light that shines down harshly on me.
Make it go away. I think, trying to turn my head away from the thing only to find that I can’t move at all.
No. I hiss inwardly. What’s happening? What is this?
Fear starts to trickle through me as many worst-case scenarios flood my head, but before I can work myself into a panic, a stinging sensation forms in my arm, and then darkness takes me.
I don’t know how long I’m out before a soft beeping sound rouses me. It’s even and calming, and it is accompanied by the strong scent of antiseptic.
Groaning, I try to rouse myself further until I find that my body aches.
“What?” I murmur, prying open my eyes and then looking around. “Where?”
Sitting beside me are machines that record my vitals and what looks to be a heartbeat that doesn’t belong to me.
Was it the babies?
As this question comes to me, memories of what happened before I found myself here come flooding back to me, and I’m shooting up in bed and immediately regretting it as pain and dizziness slam into me.
“Ah,” I hiss, trying to steady myself. “What is happening?”
I understood that I was in the hospital and that I was here because I was overly exhausted and allowed myself to walk out in front of a biker, but who brought me here?
Did someone find me, and if they did, did that mean that they would be returning soon to drag me back to wherever they’re from?
No!
I couldn’t let that happen. I needed to get out of here before I was captured.
Fear growing, I slowly slide out of bed, all the while trying not to cause any disruptions in the machines attached to me.
When I succeed, I start to pull all the monitors off of me and then head toward the room’s exit.
Sucking in a breath, I lean against the door in front of me and listen carefully to be sure that no one is out there trying to watch me, and when I’m certain they’re not, I’m moving, heading out into the empty hall.
I move slowly, cautiously, trying my best to not make any noise.
I couldn’t get caught. I wouldn’t get caught. And once I was out of here, I would figure out what to do next.
However, before I can actually make it completely down the hall, the sound of a familiar voice stops me.
It’s soft and gentle, and it’s kind of hard to believe that I’m hearing it, but when I look to my left, where the voice came from, I see her.
She sits up in bed while Osiris fusses over her, and the sight alone causes my anger to spike ever so slightly.
Why was she here, and why was she flaunting her good relationship with Osiris Dawson?
Did she enjoy letting the world see just how good she was doing?
I hated it.
I hated everything about her, and I find myself hoping that the reason she is in the hospital is because something serious happened to her.
Why was she living the good life while I was suffering like this? Didn’t she know that she was the reason I was in such a position?
As these questions start to plague me, I feel tears forming in my eyes, and just as they start to slowly drip down my cheeks, a gentle hand touches me.
Gasping, I whirl around and find myself staring into the dark eyes of the woman whose name I remembered to be Jean.
"What?" I hiss, swiping at the tears in my eyes. "What are you doing?"
"I could ask you the same." She responds, giving me a look of curiosity. "Shouldn't you still be in bed?"
As she speaks, I can feel two gazes come to rest on me, and as I peek to the side, I find Raelyn and even Osiris watching me.
Great. I think, wondering if they were laughing at me. How was it possible that things just kept going from bad to worse?
"Come on," Jean says gently. "Why don't we go back to your room?"
"No," I growl, shaking her off. "I don't want to go back there. I can't."
"And why can't you?" She asks, her voice even. "Is there an issue with the room?"
"No," I respond. "I just can't go back there."
I couldn't go back to that room where I could be captured. I couldn't go back to my pack. I couldn't go back to Daniel. I couldn't go anywhere.
"Why?" I whisper, more tears starting to flow. "Why is all of this happening to me?"