Three months later...
Brooklyn
I couldn't find anything to wear. I fanned my hands through all of my designer clothes only to sigh deeply. I didn't know if my freshman fifteen had turned into a freshman thirty or what, but nothing had fit my frame anymore.
"What's wrong lil babe?" Basil asked as he kissed the side of my head gently.
He was standing directly behind me, so I leaned my body up against his. Being taller than me, his manhood rested on my lower back. Through his towel, I felt his dick throbbing. It relaxed me, him period relaxed me.
"Nothing fits," I sighed deeply.
"That just means yuh need to go shopping. Take my card and go."
A smile spread wide across my face. I loved it when he gave me his card. There was never a limit, and trust me, I tried to break the bank every time.
He got dressed, stood in the doorway, and then watched me as I got dressed. He tapped the frame of the doorway to get my attention.
"Yuh know all lat weight ain't shit but my bwoy cookin' up in yuh, right?"
He smiled and then left. I didn't even get a chance to counter his statement. Thoughts of being a mother invaded my head. I didn't even welcome the thoughts because I knew that it was out. The possibility of being responsible for another human being rattled my core. Man, I'm only 20 I can't be pregnant. I grabbed my coat and car keys and headed out the door. My trip to the mall had just gotten postponed. I needed to hit a pharmacy up first.
The closest thing to me was Target. Once I parked in their parking lot, I just sat in my car. Although Anika hurt me by talking about me to a damn stranger, I felt like maybe she didn't do it on purpose. All of her texts and calls had stopped about a month ago. I went to my text messages and just sat there on her name
Anika: I'm so sorry bestie
Anika: I get why you hit me I hurt you... please just answer my calls, text, something sis
Anika: I haven't seen you in our Thursday class. Did you change it?
Anika: ... I'm gonna leave you alone for a while. I know that this will take you time to heal, and my constant messages must not be helping. I love you, Brooklyn, and I really am sorry. BF fa life ❤️
A tear cascaded down my face. The last message she sent was exactly one month ago. I had changed the one class that I had with her, and as far as the dorm me and her shared, while she was in class on one Friday, I had moved completely out. I was now staying with Basil in his apartment.
I sat in my car with watery eyes and contemplating thoughts. I felt like I needed my best friend. I loved Basil, but I wasn't ready to be a mother, and I knew that he wouldn't understand that. He explained to me that ever since his mother had died, he was looking for something to fill the void. He was his mother's only child, so instead of having someone to share his grief with, he held all of his feelings in. Then I came along and made his stormy days a little less rainy. That's how he explained it to me. I decided to send Anika a text. I didn't want to call because if she didn't answer, I would feel like she was trying to curve me, and that would have pissed me off. Especially since us not being friends anymore was her fault anyway.
: Hey, give me a call when you can
I locked my phone and then headed into Target. I prayed that this test would come out negative. I never in my life wanted to get an abortion, but I never thought that I would have been out there raw dogging either. Consequences.
