I sat in the farthest corner of my dark bedroom, in my soft chair, facing the window. A blanket draped over me, sheltering me from all of the dangers that I now knew existed in this world. I haven't moved from this spot since Stiles told me- since he showed me the truth.

Unfortunately I couldn't sleep at all last night, afraid that if I did I'd have another nightmare of what I thought were just dreams. And now it's night again and I can't deal with yet another nightmare, another night of waking up in a cold sweat. It's too unbearable, I don't want to wake up from a nightmare just to realize that I'm living one as well. I can't- I can't deal with this.

How am I supposed to live knowing that those things are real? That they're really out there. Disguised as humans but, really they're monsters. How-how do I know if someone is one of them? Will I just be surprised? Is there even a way to know what is human and what is not?

I let my eyes fall from the window and down to my stomach. A bump had yet to form at the base of my abdomen, but I knew what was in there... A baby, which my mind refused to let me forget, a constant reminder of what was growing inside me. What if I give this baby to a family of those things, and what if they just eat it? What if the baby doesn't get to actually live and grow? It'd be all my fault.

It'll be my fault because, I'm the one giving it to those people. I'd be the one who gave him away, gave him to someone that would just... end his precious life. I clutch my locket tightly, knowing that I'd never let myself do that. But, then again, how'd I know if they were monsters or not? "I won't give you to a monster, I promise. If I have to, I'll just- I'll...."

"Victoria?" Scott's voice came to me quietly from behind me, just barely above a whisper. I could tell he was in my doorway. I didn't even wipe the wet tears from my face as I turned to him slowly. He looked so perfect. Every bit of him, from his brown eyes to his toned and well built body was flawless.

My eyes raked over him, looking at how his chocolate hair laid messily atop his head, how his lips etched themselves into a from, I stopped at his bicep. "You got a tattoo?" I spoke, surprised at how broken and ragged my voice sounded. It wasn't like me to cry this much, I hated that this secret had turned me into a mess. I blame it on the hormones.

Scott nodded and walked toward me, he shut and locked my door. He moved and sat on my bed, looking at me. He looked so pained as we sat in silence. His eyebrows were pulled together in an angry and confused look, and his lips were pull tightly together, unsure of his thoughts and feelings. I wish I would've known all of this sooner, or maybe I wish I didn't know it at all. I guess I am also unsure...of my thoughts...of my feelings and emotions.

"I heard Stiles told you, I guess he made Peter show you..?" Scott's eyes pleaded with me to tell him it wasn't true. That I had no idea what he was talking about. But, it is and I did. I knew it all now. I looked to my window again. "Yeah, it's funny. Isn't it?" I laugh under my breath slightly, a sarcastic and broken laugh that pained me to hear.

"Me, the girl who wanted so badly to know what you guys were hiding. The girl who stayed up late to follow you two... is now completely and utterly terrified of what she knows. I can't sleep, Scott. Every time I close my eyes I see it- the nightmares. They're so horrible, and I can't bare knowing that my nightmares are real- it's too much." I let out a breath, gasping for air as a feeling of defeat filled me while my eyes watered, I instinctively laid my hand across my stomach protectively. "I'm just glad that you and Stiles aren't those things." I breathed out, shaking my head. "I don't know what I'd do..."I don't think I could be okay with that, or even feel safe about that.

I heard him intake a sharp breath but, he quickly regained his composure. Scott places his hand on my face, wiping my tears away from my eyes. He saw how broken I was, and he didn't try and tell me everything was going to be okay- because, he knew that saying that wouldn't help me. It would be a waste of his breath. I looked deep into his brown eyes, searching for something. Anything that'd save me from this horror movie that is now my life.

"I'm so sorry you now know. I wanted to- we wanted to- keep you from this." Scott looked deeply into my eyes. "I wanted to save you from this." How can he say that? If he wanted to protect me, he should have told me the truth before. Before I had a whole other human to look after. Another tear dripped from my eyes, and Scott gave me what I needed. A distraction.

He leaned in slowly and kissed me softly. My heart beat steadily as I processed the feeling of his lips pressed against mine. The warm and tingly sensation that passed through my lips and flowed through my entire body.

I confidently placed my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him, standing out of the chair and allowing my eyes to fall close. His arms, wrapped around my waist and held me firmly against him. The kiss was so sweet and slightly romantic. I hadn't realized how much I missed the way he tasted. It's been two weeks since I've felt his lips on mine, five weeks since I felt his entire body on mine and felt the intense pleasure he gives me.

The kiss became more intense, heating up quickly and making me want him all that more. He pulled me closer to him and walked us around, my back hit the wall and I gasped quietly. Everything was happening so slowly yet so quickly at the same time. Scotts hands gripped around my wrists, pushing my arms against the wall and above my head while also moving his lips down my neck. I bit my lip hard as a sigh of pleasure left my lips. I arched my back and pushed myself towards him, showing him that I wanted him.

I could feel Scott brush his teeth on my neck lightly, it sent a wave of pleasure through my entire body. I smiled and closed my eyes, enjoying the scraping on my skin followed by his soft lips. "Scott, stop teasing me." I spoke breathlessly as I looked up at the ceiling in my room. He let my hands drop and I took the window of opportunity to take control of the situation. I stepped away from the wall, placing my hands firmly on his toned chest, I pushed Scott back lightly, leading him to my bed. He obediently sat on the edge, allowing me to be in control.

Scott placed his hands on my waist, allowing them to move around my ass and down my thighs. "What am I gonna do with you, Victoria Stilinski?" Scott sighed, smiling as he watched me straddle over his lap before beginning to peel off the big sweater I was wearing. I tossed my shirt aside and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I think you know what to do Scott McCall. You seemed pretty sure of yourself last time." I bit my lip as I thought about the last time we had sex.

Scott pulled his own shirt off his shoulders before then going and kissing down my neck and collar bone. Sending chills through my body. "But last time your brother walked in." I looked in Scott's eyes. "This time he won't. He's with Lydia, he will be gone for hours. Which means..." I kiss his lips before continuing my sentence. "We have as much time as we want..." His eyes searched mine, knowing that I needed him, in order to help me forget.

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I tied my tennis shoes tighter than ever and pulled my hair back into an even tighter ponytail. I wore my black nike spandex shorts and a black and gold t-shirt that had 'DIGGORY' written on the back in red writing. I also wore my white running shoes. Before coming to practice, I'd decided to leave my necklace in my locker, which was hard to part with, if I'm being honest.

Last week I'd decided to take up cross-country. I figured it would help me get away if I ever needed to run from the monsters, also I wanna be able to snap back to my body after the baby. I guess I just figured that running will give me a more fighting chance in both departments. Also, the boys are doing it and I'm honestly kind of scared as to who is and isn't a werewolf so I'd prefer if I was close to them and not alone with no clue how to defend myself.

We all move outside, I go over to where Stiles and Scott are. Scott gives me a smile and Stiles looks at me with absolute confusion. "What are you doing here? You don't run." I roll my eyes at my brother. "You know, I actually have decided that I should partake in more physical activities seeing as there are monsters running around!" I shouted in a whisper. Knowing damn well, he knows that I need this. It'll help me cope. Especially since it took me three days after seeing Scott to finally leave my room.

I turn away from the two and pop my headphones into my ears, Avril Lavigne playing in my head instantly. I get in my ready position to run, the second the whistle blows I take off. My heart pounds in my ears, the only other sound being my feet hitting the ground and 'It's Complicated'.

The feeling of the wind in my hair and hitting my face, bites at me with a cool and refreshing sensation. Isaac and the twins are in the lead but, I'm not too far behind. But, damn I'm in really poor shape. I barely get around the first two turns and three straight stretches before I have to stop, feeling the air cutting my lungs. I decide to tie my shoe, to make it appear as if I'm doing something, and not just stopping for no reason.

I veer off to the side of the path and crouch down to my feet. The laces on my tennis shoes came undone, and I can't risk falling and hurting myself or the baby. My hands freeze on my laces as I see someone, startled I stand up and look at what's in front of me. Blood in pooling around a tree that the body of a young boy is tied to in front of me, strung up like a sack of potatoes. "AGHHHH!!" I scream bloody murder as I look at the body of the boy, most likely my age or a year or so older. I pull the headphones out of my ears and I fall backwards, onto my ass, my hands scratching against the dirt. There is blood, so much blood, it's everywhere. Dripping down his arms...His chest...

He's coated in the thick red liquid, I feel a bile rise in my throat as I process this. His neck has a dog leash tied around it, looking like he was strangled. Being the daughter of the sheriff, I know that it's going to be hard to determine the cause of death. Any one of these things could have killed him. The bile in my throat faded, being replaced with the feeling of dizziness. I was unable to feel my weight as I fell back the rest of the way to the ground, becoming completely surrounded by darkness.

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I spent the next night in the hospital, mostly just so that they could observe me. Dad came to the hospital with me and stayed for the first few hours, but I convinced him that I was fine and that he needs to get back to working on the case. He reluctantly agree when I promised him that either me or the hospital would call if anything changed with me.

In all honesty, I only wanted to stay over night because I was overly worried about the baby, I had them run a bunch of tests. Turns out my baby is fine, in fact this morning my OB is coming in to give me an ultrasound so I can hear the heartbeat and everything before I'm released. I'm really nervous and excited for this. I don't even know how to feel about it.

Since I'm now in my second month of the pregnancy, my nurse thinks it's best that I got all the tests ran. She said that I now need to start coming in every so often to check up on the baby. She also said that my doctor or her will help me look into options if I wanted to. I don't know what I want to do now, I mean with all these new obstacles in my way, it's hard to say whether or not I want to send my unborn baby off with some strangers.

A knock sounded from the door. A tall man entered, his dark hair laid on top of his head, perfectly combed over. He wore black framed glasses, to help his grey eyes see, I suppose. He was tall, probably 6'2''. "Hello, Victoria. I'm here for your ultrasound." I smile and nod shortly, my mouth goes dry and my head swirls with unprocessed thoughts.

The doctor comes in and sits on a black chair that rolls over to the bed I lie in. His hand pushes out toward me. I grasp it, unsure. "I am Doctor Neil, I will be your OB/GYN for the remainder of your pregnancy and for awhile after delivery." I force a fearful smile. "Victoria." Dr. Neil smiles at me, reassuringly. "Victoria, I see that you are young, you're not the youngest girl I've seen in here, but you are young. And I know you must be scared, but I want you to know that this is a safe space for you. My door is always open, or at least my phone is always on."

His words process in my mind. He can help me figure out what to do, how to make these decisions. A smile forms on my face and I can feel tears welling in my eyes again. "Thank you, so much." I say to him, truly grateful for his support. "Of course. Now, how bout we look at this precious life you have growing? I will say though, since you're only five weeks we won't get much of a read on things. At you're 12 week, it'll be much more precise." I nod my head and laugh. "Let's do it."

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Doctor Neil left the room twenty minutes ago, I was released ten minutes ago, but I still am here sitting on the edge of the bed. Dried tears stain my face as I look at the pictures in my hand. My baby, so small. No bigger than a little pea. My fingers lightly trace over the alien-looking grey and white blob on the print. I didn't think anything of it, no emotion really, until I heard it. The sound of the heart beat inside me made everything so real. My entire world stopped the moment his beating heart was heard.

It was crazy how quickly I fell in-love with someone I didn't know, someone that wasn't even a real person yet. The moment I heard the heartbeat I just knew I would never be able to give my baby away. I loved it too much, I would do anything for my baby.

Doctor Neil said if I came in next week, he'd set me up with a job at his office as a secretary. I'd have to work from 5 to 10 Monday through Friday, but the pay is decent, $15/hour. If I save all of my money from now until the baby is born, I'd have a good amount in savings, at least enough for some of the basic necessities for him.

I'm not quite sure how I'm going to tell my dad or my brother; or when I will. But, I do know, without a doubt in my mind, that I am keeping this baby and that I will need to tell my family eventually. I know that I can't do this without their support...they are all I have and I cannot imagine them not supporting me in this.

I intake a shaky breath as I stand up, putting the pictures safely in my purse. My dad said that he would pick me up after I was released but, I instead called Malissa. I know she doesn't work on Tuesdays and I didn't want my dad to have to take off work. And honestly, I wanted to tell her, to show her the pictures of him because, I feel like she'll understand me. She was a young mother too, and probably understands how I'm feeling. I just need someone in this.

I exit the hospital, the cold air nips at my nose and a chill flows through my body. I hug my jacket close to my body as I look around for Malissa's car and beginning to rush toward it. I climb in, appreciating the warmth as I quickly remove my jacket. Nerves rise in my but, I quickly begin to spit it out. "Okay, so I need to tell you something and you have to promise not to tell my dad." I begin talking and reach in my bag for the pictures, thinking it'd be better to just show her rather than voicing it, before I even meet eyes with the driver. "Why can't I tell your dad?" I look up and my eyes widen as I'm met with Scott's eyes. I freeze. "Oh, uh, Scott. How-" I clear my throat and look at him, moving my bag behind me, attempting to hide it from him. "I thought- uhm, I thought your mom was coming to pick me up?"

He eyes my bag that is behind me, his brows furrowing. "No, she got called into work, what are you hiding?" My heart rate picks up, and I could feel fear filling me. "Oh, my bag?" I pull it from behind me and put it at the floor of the car, on top of my feet. "I wasn't hiding anything." I gulp. Scott looks into my eyes and then glances at my bag, that is slightly open. "What are those pictures of?" I quickly flip my bag closed and look into Scott's eyes. "Nothing. Can we just go home now? I don't want to talk about it." I cross my arms and face forward, buckling myself in safely.

"Tori, what are you hiding?" He asks me, sounding worried and upset that I was keeping something from him. I feel rage fill me suddenly, almost uncontrollably. I snap my head toward him. "Nothing! You're not my boyfriend so I don't have to talk to you about it, okay?!" I growl out loudly, shocking both him and me. I have never snapped at him like that, ever. I forcefully sit back in my seat, arms crossed annoyingly.

"No." Scott shook his head, not having whatever I was doing. I glance back to him. "What do you mean, no?" I question, testing him. His eyes look slightly irritated as he speaks. "I mean no. You don't get to have sex with me one minute and then completely shut me out the next! It's not fair, Victoria." Scott shakes his head as he leans across the car, confusing me. Is he really going to try and kiss me at a time like this? Ha! He is a funny boy, thinking he can get in my good graces that easily--

Scott snatches my bag quickly. "No!" I grab for the bag and try to pull it away from him, he can't see those pictures, he can't. No, I don't want him to know. He can't find out like this. We both sit in silence, both of us grabbing onto my bag tightly. I search his confused eyes. He must see the fear in mine. "Victoria, I'm doing this because, I am worried about you." I shake my head and try to pull for me bag. But, there's no point. He sits with it in his lap now, across the car. I sit back and accept this fate. An overwhelming sense of sadness fills me as tears begin to trickle down my face. He can't find out through the pictures. "Give me my bag, Scott." I begin. "Give me my bag and I will tell you everything."

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Edit: 4/2/2020

Ooohhhh Scottie's gonna find outttt. Or is he? I dunno