Chapter 103 : Who's Arabella?

Slowly I returned to the room opening my eyes with a flicker, I wasn’t sure what had happened but there was someone with their fingers pressed to my wrists and worried muttering.

 “It’s all right Em. She’s Ok, she’s just come round.” Had I fainted? It wouldn’t’t of surprise me. I fainted a lot over the last couple of weeks but I never normally dreamed through them, that was one of my bitter, sadder memories of Arabella and as an instinct I pressed my hand to my tummy, apart from the fat budges it was empty. That was a good thing. Well that’s what I kept telling myself. I would have made a rubbish mother. There was no room for a baby in my crazy fucked up mind I shifted my weight so I sat up on my arm a bit and looked around the room. It was muzzy like I had just woken up in the morning before Esmee slowly focused at the center of my vision,  and her smile warmed my coldness slightly.

 “Are you feeling better honey?” She asked

 “Yeah I think so.” I said still a little bit confused before I pulled myself to my feet and sat on the edge of my bed still not really focusing. I was aware of two pairs of eyes on me but they didn’t really matter. I then felt two people sit down either side me on the bed, and a hand on my back.

“Who’s Arabella?” I heard Emmet ask gently. Her name made things suddenly focus completely and I snapped my head around to look at him like he had just started talking snake or something equally as obscure. Yet even if he had that would not have been the strangest thing. The strangest thing was the fact I was actually going to tell him who Arabella was