They were so careful; she tried to be so careful. This couldn't be happening to her, not now. What good was using birth control if it didn't work? Refusing to be a young mother, Traci tried to take the necessary precautions to keep from getting pregnant since she decided to have sex at a young age. Her mother continually preached to her that she could lay up and get pregnant if she wanted to, but Joyce Evans was not taking care of nobody's baby. So taking matters into her own hands, Traci decided to be a responsible young adult and get on birth control. Shaking her head in disbelief she began thinking how she could be so dumb not to know birth control and antibiotics didn't agree with each other. 'And why didn't the dumb doctor tell her this' she thought. She automatically thought of suing the doctor for neglecting to inform her on all precautions of birth control but how could she do that without money for a lawyer? Traci took a long, deep sigh while wiping her tear stained face for the hundredth time. Looking down at her stomach she kept thinking, two and a half months pregnant, leading her to cry all over again. She could go get an abortion but hell she didn't have money for that either. Her plan B was her only option and she was grateful her sister was willing to help her. But that would mean leaving everyone she knew; her best friends. Maneuvering over to the bathroom she turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature to as hot as she could bare it. Her mind swam back and forth on what she could do to rid her of this problem without it being a burden on her mother or her sister. She already knew Joyce Evans was a force you did not want to reckon with. Nothing seemed to seize Traci's thoughts. After removing her clothing, she stood in front of the door length mirror staring at her soon to be new body. Distress. 'Any kind of distress to the baby might cause me to have a miscarriage' she thought. Racing back to the bathroom to turn off the shower, instead Traci decided to take a hot bath. Putting the plug in the tub, she turned the hot water on full blast until she saw steam dancing in the air. Inching down into the half full tub, Traci cried out in pain while taking quick breaths to help adjust her body to the boiling lava-like water. Unable to stop the perspiration from drowning her face, Traci began to blot her skin with her still dry wash cloth while turning the knob to the cold water. This wasn't distress to the baby but to herself. She really didn't know what she was thinking. 'Serves my ass right' Traci thought for trying to do something so cruel to her baby. The sudden uncontrollable wails from Traci crying lasted until her stomach muscles couldn't take it anymore . Sitting in the bathtub with her head slumped like a drunk that lost his alcohol battle, Traci realized her baby battle was lost as well. After what seemed like an eternity, she removed herself from the pit of hell she was soaking in. Traci slowly gained her composure, dressed herself with a large bath towel and headed towards her room. Traci sat on the bed and began to take deep breaths before nervously reaching for the phone to make the call she had been avoiding for all this time. Stopping in the middle of her call, Traci hunched over dropping the phone on the floor, as she rushed to the bathroom holding her mouth to keep the built up bile from erupting. Nausea teased her insides causing her to fall prey to the aching curse she just put her body through. Nerves. That's all it was, nerves. Recapturing her composure once again, Traci headed back to finish her task, picked up the phone and dialed the seven digits praying for the right words to say to her boyfriend of three years.
