My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 118: Meat Night

Raelynn tossed and turned in her bed, unable to find the sleep she desperately craved. The sheets tangled around her legs, the cool air from the open balcony door doing nothing to settle the heat in her body. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could think about was that damn book. It should have been on her desk, on her nightstand, somewhere within arm's reach. But it wasn't. It wasn't anywhere in her room.

She'd spent the last few hours scouring every corner of her room, under the bed, in every drawer, even checking the laundry basket for some reason. She had checked the kitchen, the living room—everywhere.

The book wasn't supposed to be gone. And the more she thought about it, the more upset she got. Maybe she would have to pay for a new one.

She sighed and sat up in bed, her hair falling messily over her shoulders. There was no point in staying awake anymore. But she couldn't sleep.

Raelynn stood up and walked to her door. The house was quiet, too quiet. She wasn't sure if that made her more anxious or calmed her down, but she couldn't stop the thoughts swirling around in her head. She needed something—anything—to distract her.

The kitchen was dark, lit only by the faint glow from outside. She flicked on the overhead light and walked to the counter, glancing at the assortment of snacks that sat in front of her. She grabbed a bag of potato chips and tore it open, the crinkle of the bag loud in the silence of the house. She stuffed a few handfuls into her mouth, but it didn't do anything for the gnawing feeling in her stomach. Her eyes darted to the cupboard, where a box of biscuits sat, unopened. She grabbed those too, tearing into the cardboard like it was the last meal she'd ever have.

It wasn't enough. None of it was.

She was still wide awake, her body restless. Her eyes shifted back to the fridge, and she felt an odd pull toward it. Maybe there's something more in there, she thought.. She opened the fridge door, the cool air rushing out to meet her.

The first thing she saw were some vegetables, a few leftover containers, and a couple of bottles of juice. She wasn't hungry for that. Her eyes wandered further to the freezer, and something about it caught her attention—something buried beneath the frozen vegetables and ice cream.

It was the meat. A pack of it, wrapped in plastic, sitting in the back corner. Her eyes locked onto it, and for some reason, her breath caught in her throat. The plastic was slightly frosted, but she could still see the shape of the cut. A dark, rich red color. She felt an odd sensation in her chest as she looked at it—something almost like hunger, but not the kind she was used to. No, this was different.

Her fingers hovered over the plastic wrap, her hand trembling slightly. She could feel the coldness of the freezer air seeping through the thin layer of the plastic, but it wasn't that that made her hesitate. It was the thought of what was inside. The blood, still fresh, dripping from the meat. Her mouth watered, and she felt an unsettling desire to taste it. To bite into it raw. To rip through the plastic and sink her teeth into the flesh.

Her tongue flicked out, almost involuntarily, as if in anticipation of that strange taste. The meat looked so... inviting, the blood glistening slightly through the frost, a dark red that seemed to stand out against the white of the plastic. She licked her lips, the sensation making her stomach churn in a way she couldn't explain. Why did it look so tempting? She shook her head, trying to clear the thought.

Her fingers brushed against the plastic wrap, but she didn't pull it out. She just stared at it, the cold radiating from it making her feel like she was caught between two worlds. It didn't make sense. What was wrong with her? Why did she want to eat this raw meat, like some kind of animal?

Just as her mind raced, a voice broke through the silence, sending a jolt through her body.

"Did you find your book there?"

Raelynn's heart nearly stopped. She quickly jerked her hand back from the meat, her eyes wide with a flash of panic. She closed the fridge door slowly. Elion just stood there, his expression curious but slightly concerned.

She forced a calm smile, her heart still hammering in her chest from the shock. "Of course not," she said, her voice a little too sharp. "The book's officially gone."

Elion's gaze lingered on her for a second longer, but he didn't push it. "Then what are you doing in here?"

Raelynn was silent for a long moment, unsure of how to explain herself. She wasn't sure she could explain it, not without sounding insane. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to shake off the lingering tension in her body.

"Just wanted to find some snacks," she said, finally, trying to sound casual, but her voice felt too tight. She forced a shrug. "But nothing really interested me."

Elion nodded slowly, as if he wasn't quite convinced, but he didn't say anything more. Instead, he simply gave her a small, somewhat distant smile. "Alright. Goodnight, then."

Raelynn nodded back, a little too quickly, and then without another word, she turned and walked away from him, leaving the kitchen. She didn't look back. She couldn't. The pull toward the fridge was still there, but now it felt wrong. Like something was off, something she wasn't supposed to be feeling.

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She made her way back to her room, her feet moving mechanically as she shut the door behind her. She didn't even bother turning on the lights. She just collapsed onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Why the hell did she want to eat that raw meat? Why was she imagining herself sinking her teeth into it, tasting the blood, the flesh?

Raelynn squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the images in her mind. She gulped hard, but the taste—the feeling—lingered. It was like she could still taste it, still feel the urge.

"Just forget about it," she whispered to herself, her voice shaky. "Just forget it."

But the thought wouldn't go away. The more she tried to push it down, the stronger the urge became. She tossed and turned in bed, restless, unable to shake the feeling that something inside her had shifted.