Indestructabe Part 2: Realizing What I've Done
4 Years Later
It's been 4 years since I'd seen Matt and the guys or Val and the girls. I really miss them and wished I had stayed with them. My boyfriend of 2 years and I have had some serious problems. I poured my heart out to him and told him every little detail in my life and he acted like he didn't care. Now I'm pregnant with his child on the way and he doesn't want to be apart of it. He accuses me everyday that I'm cheating on him when I go to work. He's drank my bank account dry and the money I have now I have to hide. I've saved enough money so far to leave his ass here in Tennessee and go back to the people I love but I don't have enough to get my own place yet. If he comes home drunk and smelling of cheap perfume, I am leaving. I am now 9 months pregnant and getting ready to go to work.
The doctors told me to rest and stay off my feet but I'm the only one working. I sat down on the couch putting my shoes on when Chase comes through the door. Instantly I could tell he was drunk. His eyes were bloodshot and you could smell the liquor on him. I finished tying my shoes and stood up, grabbing my purse and coat.
"Where the fuck are you going?" I cringed at his tone of voice.
"To work. I leave here everyday at this time." I said calmly.
"I think you should stay home."
"I can't stay home Chase. One of us has to pay the bills." I said and I felt his fist collide with my face. I fell to the ground holding my face in pain. His eyes went from angry to concern.
"Baby I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that."
"Bullshit! Chase, I can't do this anymore! You used to be sweet and kind to me and now you're accusing me of cheating on you every time I leave the house to go to the store or just to go to fucking work and you saying this baby isn't yours is bullshit too. I'm leaving and going back to California when I get off work tonight." I said and his face turned blood red with anger. I backed away from him but he grabbed my arm.
"You will die before you ever leave me!" He shoved me into the wall but I stood my ground and walked out of our apartment.
"I will leave if I fucking want! You don't fucking control me!" I said turning to walk away. I felt a hard push on my back and I went down the stairs. I was starting to lose consciousness. The last thing I heard were women screaming and men pushing Chase up against the wall. I then heard nothing.
I woke up to the sound of beeping. Slowly I opened my eyes and seen that I was hooked up to machines. A breathing tube was down my throat and tubes were running in and out of my arms. I looked towards the door and a nurse walked in. She took one look at me and left the room. Seconds later she came back in with a doctor.
"Hello I'm Dr. Coys. I'm here to see if you're doing alright. You gave us quite a scare a few hours ago." He said and I nodded. He checked my breathing and smiled.
"You're breathing on your own now so you won't be needing this tube. When I tell you to take a deep breath in please do it and then blow out hard like blowing out candles." He said and I nodded once again. He peeled back the tape holding the tube in place and stuck a needle in the tube. I guess it was some kind of medicine to relax my throat muscles so the tube would come out easier.
"Now deep breath in and blow out hard." I did as he said and the tube came out. I coughed and the nurse gave me some water and I immediately chugged it down.
"Now I need to get some information. What is your name?"
"Ame Sanders. Ame is spelled A-M-E." I said and he nodded.
"Date of birth?"
"May 26, 1994." I replied.
"Do you know you social?" I shook my head no.
"That's perfectly fine. There are 2 police officers here and they need to talk to you. They took your boyfriend to jail and they want to know if you're going to press charges."
"Alright," I looked down at my stomach and it was flat.
"Where's my baby?"
"In the ICU. She only had a broken arm."
"My baby is a girl?" I said smiling.
"Yes ma'am. You and the baby are very lucky. A fall like you had would've killed you and your baby."
"I know. May I talk to the officers now?" I asked and he nodded. He left the room and 2 police officers walked in and stood around my bed. They asked me a series of questions and finally they were done. I had to press charges for my baby's well-being. I could care less about my well-being. The officers left with my statement and I laid there thinking about my child.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~2 WEEKS LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I've laid in this stupid hospital for 2 weeks and my baby and I were finally going home. My friend Andy from work came by everyday before work and on her days off. I gave her some money to get the baby some things and she did. She was such a good friend to me and always will be. Thank God I'm getting out today and Andy is picking us up. Luckily for me, Andy has 2 kids of her own and she said that she would teach me the important things on taking care of a child. A few days ago I was told by officers that I have to be in court to testify against Chase in 5 days. He is being charged on 3 counts of attempted murder and 2 count of child abuse. I'm hoping with my testimony, he goes to prison for a very long time. I was holding my baby when Andy walked in.
"Andy!" I said smiling.
"How you doing chick?"
"Better. I've already signed the release forms for me and my baby. Did you talk to Richard?" I said still smiling but faded.
"Yes. He wants you back to work in 2 weeks. Don't worry you get paid leave."
"Thank God! Hold the baby while I get changed." I said and she nodded. She took the baby from my arms and I shook my head at her when she made silly faces at her. I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom with my clothes to change. I was still sore from the C-Section they had to perform but it wasn't nothing I couldn't handle. I finished getting changed and walked out of the bathroom. Andy handed me the baby.
"Have you figured out a name for the little one?"
"I'm stuck between 4 names." I said.
"What are the names? Maybe I can help you."
"Devin, Valary, Meg, or Britt." I said looking down at my baby.
"Oh I see. Meg, Britt, and Valary are the people that's helped you or took you into their home."
"Exactly but I really like the name Devin but I don't know what I should do." I said.
"I think you should name her after the one person who has helped you throughout the years with everything and knows you better than you know yourself." I smiled and knew exactly what her name should be.
"Thanks Andy. I think her name should be...Meg. She helped me a whole lot throughout the years of being in an orphanage. She was a good friend." I said smiling but that smile faded to sadness.
"Was? I don't understand?"
"She died. A massive heart attack." I said sadly.
"I'm so sorry! She had to be a great person for you to name your baby after her."
"Yes. She was awesome." I said smiling.
"Good. How about we get you and little Meg home."
"Sounds good." I said and we walked out of the hospital and straight to Andy's car. She showed me how to strap her in and it was pretty easy. Good thing I learn really fast. We got into the car and Andy drove us home. We arrived at my apartment complex and Andy put the car seat into my Camaro. She walked me and the baby up to my apartment and showed me how to mix formula and shit like that. I fed Meg and put her to sleep in the crib. I sat down on the couch and turned the TV down low so it wouldn't wake the baby. I propped my feet on the couch and passed out within seconds.
The doctors told me to rest and stay off my feet but I'm the only one working. I sat down on the couch putting my shoes on when Chase comes through the door. Instantly I could tell he was drunk. His eyes were bloodshot and you could smell the liquor on him. I finished tying my shoes and stood up, grabbing my purse and coat.
"Where the fuck are you going?" I cringed at his tone of voice.
"To work. I leave here everyday at this time." I said calmly.
"I think you should stay home."
"I can't stay home Chase. One of us has to pay the bills." I said and I felt his fist collide with my face. I fell to the ground holding my face in pain. His eyes went from angry to concern.
"Baby I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that."
"Bullshit! Chase, I can't do this anymore! You used to be sweet and kind to me and now you're accusing me of cheating on you every time I leave the house to go to the store or just to go to fucking work and you saying this baby isn't yours is bullshit too. I'm leaving and going back to California when I get off work tonight." I said and his face turned blood red with anger. I backed away from him but he grabbed my arm.
"You will die before you ever leave me!" He shoved me into the wall but I stood my ground and walked out of our apartment.
"I will leave if I fucking want! You don't fucking control me!" I said turning to walk away. I felt a hard push on my back and I went down the stairs. I was starting to lose consciousness. The last thing I heard were women screaming and men pushing Chase up against the wall. I then heard nothing.
I woke up to the sound of beeping. Slowly I opened my eyes and seen that I was hooked up to machines. A breathing tube was down my throat and tubes were running in and out of my arms. I looked towards the door and a nurse walked in. She took one look at me and left the room. Seconds later she came back in with a doctor.
"Hello I'm Dr. Coys. I'm here to see if you're doing alright. You gave us quite a scare a few hours ago." He said and I nodded. He checked my breathing and smiled.
"You're breathing on your own now so you won't be needing this tube. When I tell you to take a deep breath in please do it and then blow out hard like blowing out candles." He said and I nodded once again. He peeled back the tape holding the tube in place and stuck a needle in the tube. I guess it was some kind of medicine to relax my throat muscles so the tube would come out easier.
"Now deep breath in and blow out hard." I did as he said and the tube came out. I coughed and the nurse gave me some water and I immediately chugged it down.
"Now I need to get some information. What is your name?"
"Ame Sanders. Ame is spelled A-M-E." I said and he nodded.
"Date of birth?"
"May 26, 1994." I replied.
"Do you know you social?" I shook my head no.
"That's perfectly fine. There are 2 police officers here and they need to talk to you. They took your boyfriend to jail and they want to know if you're going to press charges."
"Alright," I looked down at my stomach and it was flat.
"Where's my baby?"
"In the ICU. She only had a broken arm."
"My baby is a girl?" I said smiling.
"Yes ma'am. You and the baby are very lucky. A fall like you had would've killed you and your baby."
"I know. May I talk to the officers now?" I asked and he nodded. He left the room and 2 police officers walked in and stood around my bed. They asked me a series of questions and finally they were done. I had to press charges for my baby's well-being. I could care less about my well-being. The officers left with my statement and I laid there thinking about my child.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~2 WEEKS LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I've laid in this stupid hospital for 2 weeks and my baby and I were finally going home. My friend Andy from work came by everyday before work and on her days off. I gave her some money to get the baby some things and she did. She was such a good friend to me and always will be. Thank God I'm getting out today and Andy is picking us up. Luckily for me, Andy has 2 kids of her own and she said that she would teach me the important things on taking care of a child. A few days ago I was told by officers that I have to be in court to testify against Chase in 5 days. He is being charged on 3 counts of attempted murder and 2 count of child abuse. I'm hoping with my testimony, he goes to prison for a very long time. I was holding my baby when Andy walked in.
"Andy!" I said smiling.
"How you doing chick?"
"Better. I've already signed the release forms for me and my baby. Did you talk to Richard?" I said still smiling but faded.
"Yes. He wants you back to work in 2 weeks. Don't worry you get paid leave."
"Thank God! Hold the baby while I get changed." I said and she nodded. She took the baby from my arms and I shook my head at her when she made silly faces at her. I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom with my clothes to change. I was still sore from the C-Section they had to perform but it wasn't nothing I couldn't handle. I finished getting changed and walked out of the bathroom. Andy handed me the baby.
"Have you figured out a name for the little one?"
"I'm stuck between 4 names." I said.
"What are the names? Maybe I can help you."
"Devin, Valary, Meg, or Britt." I said looking down at my baby.
"Oh I see. Meg, Britt, and Valary are the people that's helped you or took you into their home."
"Exactly but I really like the name Devin but I don't know what I should do." I said.
"I think you should name her after the one person who has helped you throughout the years with everything and knows you better than you know yourself." I smiled and knew exactly what her name should be.
"Thanks Andy. I think her name should be...Meg. She helped me a whole lot throughout the years of being in an orphanage. She was a good friend." I said smiling but that smile faded to sadness.
"Was? I don't understand?"
"She died. A massive heart attack." I said sadly.
"I'm so sorry! She had to be a great person for you to name your baby after her."
"Yes. She was awesome." I said smiling.
"Good. How about we get you and little Meg home."
"Sounds good." I said and we walked out of the hospital and straight to Andy's car. She showed me how to strap her in and it was pretty easy. Good thing I learn really fast. We got into the car and Andy drove us home. We arrived at my apartment complex and Andy put the car seat into my Camaro. She walked me and the baby up to my apartment and showed me how to mix formula and shit like that. I fed Meg and put her to sleep in the crib. I sat down on the couch and turned the TV down low so it wouldn't wake the baby. I propped my feet on the couch and passed out within seconds.
2/20/13