Blindsided: Book 2 of the Bound Trilogy

2 months later

~Emily’s POV~

I did not want to get up.

After the attack, I never wanted to get up. I had to. I felt like I was going to be sick. Clutching my stomach, I felt my way to the bathroom. Luckily, I knew my room like the back of my hand so I didn’t trip over anything along the way.

I had no clue if it was morning or night. I was blinded by that…I shook my head. I was not going to think about it. I made it to my bathroom door and felt along the wall for the sink and the toilet next to it. Once I reached the toilet, I fell down and retched into the bowl. This was the fifth time this week. I really hope I’m not coming down with something.

When I was finished and able to stand without wanting to collapse, I felt along the sink edge for my toothbrush and toothpaste. I just hope one of my brother’s didn’t decide to play a prank and switch my toothpaste for something else.

Ever since I was blinded, they have been having a field day with the pranks. Since I couldn’t see I didn’t know that they had switched my shampoo with blue hair dye, or when they switched my moisturizer with baby oil so I slipped all the way to my room. I know they were doing it to try to make me feel better. Sure, it was something we would do all the time. It’s just lately I haven’t been in the mood to deal with their angst.

Fortunately, I was in luck. My toothpaste was my own and I rinsed out the horrible after taste of puke. I hate getting sick. It’s one of the many things that sucks about being human. I get sick so easily. However, what I really hate is that I can’t hide the fact that I’m ill. When I get physically sick, my whole face breaks out where the capillaries in my skin have burst. I end up looking like someone hit me with a two-by-four. And believe me, no amount of make-up covers up the evidence. But with me not being able to see I can’t hide the traces anymore. Therefore, I know that whoever comes to check on me will know that I’m not well and will try to baby me more than I already am.

I hate being babied. I spent most of my life showing everyone that I’m not just a weak little human. I study and train just as hard as any of the Weres in the pack, just as hard as my brothers--the soon to be Alpha and Beta of the pack. I love being independent. That’s why I had a job and was going to school. So I could do what I wanted to do. I had vowed that I was going to find my real family when I was finished with school. I vowed that I would get answers as to why I was left in the woods as an infant.

Now…

Now, I may never know. No one will let me do anything! I know there are people out there who have to deal with blindness since birth or those who were blinded due to injury or illness. They got on just fine. They didn’t need someone there to help them with every little thing.

I know if I can just get things organized the way I want them then everything else should be a breeze. I know if no one moves the furniture around the house then I will be able to maneuver around like there is no problem. But will people let me do this. NO! I had to stay in my room and wait for someone to come and see if I need anything.

Making my way out of the bathroom, I walked slowly to my terrace doors. I have lived in this room for as long as I can remember and I’ve walked it in the dark before. As long as one of my brother’s did not leave something in the middle of the floor, I’ll make it to the doors without injury.

I reached the balcony doors without incident and grasped for the handle. Opening the doors, I felt the morning sun warm my skin. I stepped out and reached to the right feeling for the chair that I always kept there. I slid into the comfortable seat and soaked up the warmth.

Thinking back to what happened a few minutes ago, I really hope I’m not getting some kind of virus. Don’t want to be sick on top of everything else. I already had to quit my job at the local paper. Can’t be a photographer if you can’t see what you are photographing. Just one more thing to hate that monster for.

No!

I was not going to think about him! I was not going to sit in self-pity and wallow! I was going to talk to my father today and try to knock some sense into him. We all have to deal with my being blind. We all have to move on and get on with our lives. I need them to stop putting everything on hold waiting for me to miraculously heal and see again.

I was brought out of my musing by the sound of someone knocking on my door. I didn’t bother to answer, as all the rooms were soundproof. It was more than likely one of my brother’s or one of my friends. I really didn’t want to talk to any of them yet. I was having a hell of a morning and trying to act as if everything is ok is tiring.

Only it wasn’t my brothers or friends. It was my father, Alpha Matt. Well, he’s not really my father. He just found me out in the woods when I was only a few months old. Nevertheless, he raised me as his own daughter. He never made me feel like I wasn’t part of the family. I love him, momLuna Stacy, and my two brothers—Dave and Daniel—the Hellions as we lovingly call them.

I knew it was him, because he’s the only one I know that wears Old Spice aftershave. One of my brothers tried to trick me not too long ago into thinking he was dad by trying putting the stuff on. Needless to say, he screamed when it burned his skin and refuses to ever try it again.

Dad put his hand on my shoulder.

Dad was tall at six foot three inches. He has sandy blonde hair that he likes to keep cut short in a crew cut. Says it makes him seem more mature and manly. We always laugh at that because we know he just hates to deal with his hair and this way he doesn’t have to. He has broad shoulders that are excellent to cry on. He never lets them droop with the weight he carries. He’s brave and strong. The best father anyone could ask for.

“Sweetheart, why are you out here and not in bed resting?” He asked quietly.

I sighed. I really need him to stop babying me.

“I needed some fresh air,” I told him. I debated whether to tell him about my morning episode but I knew that he would see the evidence on my face so I decided to be straightforward with him. “I got sick again this morning. I really hope that I’m not coming down with something.”

I was going to continue when I felt him stiffen beside me. My stomach sank as I asked, “Dad? What’s going on? You got very still all of a sudden.” He didn’t answer and I felt dread pool inside of me. “Dad, what aren’t you telling me?” I demanded.

I felt him shift his weight beside me and heard him clear his throat. I could feel him move away from me and towards the other chair on my balcony. I knew he was stalling but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answers.

I heard him sigh before he began. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about sweetie.” He cleared his throat again. “I’ve noticed that your scent has been off the last few weeks. And, well, uh hum, I was wondering if you have had your, um, I wish your mother would talk to you about this.” He took another deep breath and in a rush said, “Iwaswonderingifyouhavehadyourperiodsincetheincident?”

If I hadn’t been paying attention to what he was saying I would have never understood him. He just asked if I’ve had my period since I was attacked. I froze thinking about his question seriously. Usually when a female were loses her virginity she goes into heat a few days later unless she is pregnant. I never went into heat and we all assumed it was because I did not have my wolf yet. But come to think about it I haven’t had my ‘monthly visitor’ since before the attack. Over two months ago.

Oh no.

“No,” I said. Then I shouted, “NO! This can’t be happening to me! Wasn’t what he did enough?! Now I may be carrying that bastard’s…? No! I refuse to believe this! I refuse!”

Before I could get up and storm into my room, dad put his hands on my shoulders to hold me down.

“Calm down, baby. We’ll find out for sure. I’ll call the pack doctor and we will get you looked at. If you are then we will decide what to do from there. Please, please don’t make any rash decisions just yet.” I heard the plea in his voice but I was beyond furious.

“RASH DECISIONS!” I thundered, “You don’t want me to make any rash decisions when I could be carrying that bastard’s child inside of me. Another permanent reminder of what was done to me?!” I wanted to break something. I needed to destroy something. I kept shoving at my father’s hands on my shoulders so I could get up and tear apart my room.

He wouldn’t let me. He just dragged me into his arms and held on while I punched him wherever I could reach. I know I was doing more damage to myself than to him, as I doubted he even felt my hits, but I didn’t care. I kept hitting him until the tears came. I broke down into gut wrenching sobs as he just held me and cried with me.

Later, after my tears had let up he brought me back to my room and laid me in bed. My wonderfully soft and cozy bed didn’t bring any comfort as I tried not to think about what we talked about.

I heard dad say that he was going to stay here with me as we waited for the doctor to show up. I never heard him call so I’m assuming he used the pack link. I didn’t care. I was numb now.

What was I going to do? That bastard took everything from me! Now, I might have his seed growing in me! This was getting to be too much. If it was true I don’t know what I will do or how I will handle it. I wish I could stay numb forever.

Nothing hurts when you are numb.