Betrayed

Zacky had stormed out of the house mumbling something about ‘your funeral’.
For the time being I had to wait for a doctor in a waiting room full of soon to be moms. They were all here for the same reason I was. To get rid of this curse.
I couldn’t help but wonder why they were here. It seemed obvious who wanted an abortion and who didn’t.
There was a young looking girl whispering to her mom that she loved the boy who impregnated her and they wanted the baby. The mom just continued to talk on the phone to her assistant.
“aurora cuevas?” asked a nurse.
I looked up and nodded.
As I made my to the nurse I looked around most eyes were on me. They probably wondered why I was so calm on the outside.
I was scared beyond belief, scared of what matt would do to me, scared of the pain I would feel, scared or the pain the unborn child would feel. I was just scared.
The nurse led me to a room with a bed and asked me to sit. I did as I was told. She began to ask me questions.
“Are you sure about this sweetie?” I nodded.
“Does the father know? How about your mother?” I inhaled
“My mother is dead and the father might as well be”
She sighed “okay are you”
I cut her off “listen lady just give me an abortion okay!”
She made me sign a paper stating that she told me of all other options and gave me a pill.
I stared at it in the tiny cup and asked “this is it?” she nodded
“Yeah, you take this now and three hours later you’d take the second one. Then you’ll be done.”
I sighed “is it pain full?”
She smiled “the baby is too small to feel it”
I nodded and swallowed the pill.
Once home I waited and took the second one.
I would be rid of this thing by tomorrow.
Later in the night I felt a ping of guilt as I remembered the night I met matt. He was so perfect his arms were so comfortable, his lips so juicy, and his eyes made me believe that he needed someone to share a perfect moment with.
Why did I always pick the bad guys?
A knot started to form in my lower abdomen. I rubbed it hopping it would go away, no such luck. It grew tighter and sharper. I had to sit down.
Confusion.
The pain grew and I could now tell that it wasn’t my abdomen it was my ovaries.
I went to my bed room to lie down on my bed and prayed to every god I knew of. I even screamed for matt when the pain worsened.
I begged for Zacky, even gates in hopes of some help.
No one came. I was alone.
Matt’s P.O.V
Zacky stood with me at the window watching
Rory crawl in to a fetal position consumed in pain, suffering. Heather was punishing her for trying to take her life.
Zacky lit a cigarette “she’s in pain, you made a promise to that girl.”
We talked in hush voices so that she would not know we were here.
I nodded “I know, but trying to kill my child was not part of the deal, she needs to learn that what she did is wrong, end of story.”
Zacky sighed “she’s young, young people make mistakes matt.”
I shrugged “maybe but they also learn from them after dealing with the consequences.”
I watched the tear’s roll down her cheeks and over her neck.
I wanted to go and hold her, to prove that I wasn’t lying when I said id protect her from anything. I wanted it so bad, but she had to learn.
If I wanted her to me by my side as a woman I had to let her grow. Gates and I spoke about what I wanted last night when I went home angry after Rory said she didn’t want me there.
We had come to the conclusion that if something happened to me she would not have the strength to carry on and protect herself and heather.
I had to let her mature a bit more. My baby needs to be able to take care of Heather and herself.
That doesn’t mean I won’t tear any ones throat out if they try to kill her.

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