Love Isn't Enough (L.I.E)

Ch. 14- The Unexpected

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August

It's been 3 weeks since I heard from Kourtney. I've called, to only be sent to voicemail. I've sent text messages, with no reply. I popped up at the school she teaches at but still no luck. She told the school to turn me back if I came to the front office asking for her. She changed her house locks on a nigga so I can't even use my spare key to get in her crib.

This shits been fuckin' wit' me heavy. I can't write a song, much less have the urge to pick up a pen. This is all my fault and I have to fix it. I never realized how much I was in love wit' Kourtney ass until she left me. If I was a woman beater, I'd fuck Krystal up. But I already know her personality type. She's a crazy ass individual and would do anything to get her way. Just like when she spitefully fucked my best friend and had a baby by him.

Because of Krystal, I allowed myself to fuck up the one good thing I had going good for me apart from my career. I have to get Kourtney to at least speak ta' me.

Kourtney

"I've been feeling nauseous and woozy. I might puke here and there." I said to the my physician, Dr. Graham.

She jotted down notes onto my chart as I told her my crazy symptoms.

"When was the last time you saw your cycle?" She asked.

"Maybe about 7 weeks ago. I'm due any day now as a matter of fact. I've just been under a lot of stress so it's taking its time I guess."

She continued to write down my chief complaint in my chart.

"Here's what we can do. I'm gonna have my nurse draw some blood from you, and I want you to leave a urine sample in the bathroom. When your finished, leave it in the window." She pointed toward the little window in the wall connect between the bathroom and the exam room.

"Okay." I simply replied.

"We're gonna run a few test to see what could be the problem. Is that okay?"

"Yes that's fine."

She handed me the urine cup and I hopped of the table and headed into the bathroom. Once I left my sample, I put it in the window for the nurse to collect.

Shortly after, the nurse came, drew my blood and left with the cup of urine. I had to wait a little while for the Doc to come back with any form of results or diagnosis.

**20 minutes later**

The past 20 minutes seemed like forever. But I left work early and got a substitute teacher for my afternoon, just for this appointment. So if it took all day, I was wiling to wait.

I anxiously swung my feet back and forth as they dangled off of the exam table. But no sooner, in walked Dr. Graham.

"Okay Ms. Sommers, I just want to do one more test. It may be a bit uncomfortable but it's the only way to confirm your results."

I squinted my eyebrows, unsure of this procedure. "Um, okay? But what do I have to do?"

She set my chart down on the counter, "Well, I want to do a transvaginal sonogram. If I'm right, this procedure will let me know how advanced you are."

"Advanced? What do you mean advanced? Your beginning to scare me Dr. Graham." I grew nervous and slightly paranoid. What the hell were her findings? What is wrong with me?

I obliged to this procedure. So the doctor left the room so I could removed my pants and underwear. I wrapped myself in a drape that was left for me. I sat back on the table and waited for the doctor to return to the room. She wheeled in a big machine that look like a computer on wheels.