Chapter 3 (Part 3)

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I looked under her gown to find a baby "Oh My God!" I Screamed as I dialed 911

"911 what's your emergency"

"My....Girl....Friend...Passed....Out...There's...Baby" you said trying to get all the words out.

"Sir..Sir you're breaking up" The women said as her voice began to break up.

*Beep pp* "No Service!,Fuck I guess I'll have to wing it and hope for the best. I opened her legs to find the baby attach to a umbilical chord. I grabbed scissors and cut the umbilical chord after I gently unwrapped it from around it's neck.

"These are the times I thank my mum for making me watch baby shows" I said as I signed while I spanked the baby hoping there were no complications but my hope ran out as the baby's face turned blue. "Oh Shit!,The baby is attempting to get oxygen, the baby was turning.  "Darcey, Fight please baby girl" I cried out for help, nobody came.

"Darcey, Darcey why.. why aren't you breathing?" I attempted CPR over 30 times, she..she was gone. I dropped to my knee's with her body in my arms, "Darcey, You're in a better place" I whispered to her as I cried so hard. The paramedics busted in, grabbed my baby, put my wife on the stretcher heading to the ambulance.

"What did I ever do God For you to take the precious thing out of my life, I know I made a lot of mistakes in my life. I took everything and everyone I loved for granted, Why are you punishing my wife?, she could of had this beautiful baby girl but you took her from us". I Screamed and cried with anger as I threw thing around the house, dropped to my knee's in so much pain.

**Ring **Ring

"Hello"

"Yes, Mr.Styles your girlfriend is fine but I have some bad news" he said lowering his voice

"What's the bad news" I asked in agony

"We Couldn't save your baby, the umbilical chord was around her neck for too long causing her lungs to close and putting her in Cardiac Arrest. I'm so very sorry.

"If You were sorry, you wouldn't have let my baby girl Darcey DIE!" I screamed as I hung up the phone throwing even more stuff. blaming myself was the only option and I'll take that to the grave with me.

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