End point

Chapter 4

Katherine

I have been trying very hard to think about other things and keep myself entertained. I bought a new computer and I realized that I miss my old one, but there isn't much that I can do. I changed my phone completely and blocked his number. Maybe now he'll get that I don't want to talk to him as he keeps sending me texts and calling me in the middle of the night. Obviously he doesn't know that I'm living across the ocean now.

I filed paperwork for the permanent residence here and bought myself a new car. It wasn't probably a rational decision to buy a sports car while I'm expecting, but my love for cars is undying.

"Why the hell did you buy a sports car?" Rachel scolded me when she saw the car outside of her building.

"You don't like it?" I asked playfully, leaning on the silver car that I had just bought. It's my all time favorite Porsche 718.

"It has only two seats." She points out.

"And? It's just 'Me, myself and I' anyway." I said and obviously she didn't get it.

"How much did you pay for this?" She asked me, looking at the shining painting.

"Around a hundred grand."

"What?" She exclaimed. For her it's big money. She barely has any to keep herself on the float and here I am, casually buying a hundred thousand dollar car.

"Relax. It's no big deal." I said to her, making it worse.

I didn't return the car and I won't. I don't care what she thinks of it. I bought the car for myself and if I need to go somewhere with the baby, I take hers or... I can just buy a new one after actually seeing the baby. Who cares...

As I decide to take a shower in the morning, I pull down my underwear and notice that they are stained with blood. I know that it's considered to be normal, but I'm so fucking scared that I can loose this baby that I can't take any risks. I get dressed immediately and call Rachel on my way to the car.

"Hi." She answers the phone. She left the apartment early to get to her class.

"I have a problem." I say, running down the steps. Why can't they have elevators in these buildings? Oh, right. They're old...

"What kind of a problem?" She asks, her voice changing drastically from casual to concerned.

"I have a bleeding." I say and unlock my car.

"That might be a normal thing but it's better to tell the doctor." She says. Her voice is exactly opposite of what she's trying to do, which is to comfort me but she's scared too.

I get into my car and start the engine, "I'm going there right now." I say and hang up the phone.

How the fuck do they live in this traffic? Living in San Francisco was so easy. Everything is so close and you can get wherever you want to so fast, not like here. At least they don't drive on the left side of the road, like the British do, which is another stupidity if you ask me.

Just got cheated on, no it's not my day

That's not my bitch, she's not my girl, she's not my bae

My stomach's in pain

I'm in pain The Neighborhood, I'm in pain...

I knock on Mrs. Johnson's door and get in when she calls from the other side.

"Hi, Katherine. How are you doing?" She asks me as I sit in the examination bed.

"I'm so sorry for the short notice." I say.