"So you mean to tell me.. Adonis got a bitch PREGNANT, and then told Naomi and not you?" Michaela asked as she, Imani, and Ebony laid in her bed.
"Yes girl, she had the audacity to say it was before me," Imani said, fanning herself.
"Why is she telling you? She didn't tell you before," Michaela said, getting upset herself.
"And I said that, and everybody got mad. Ion give a fuck bout nunnadett shit," Imani said, laying between her friends.
"Nunnadet shit," Ebony co-signed, making the girls laugh.
"Nassir better get his sister and homeboy, I'll fuck they ass up," Michaela seriously said. The girls agreed, making themselves laugh.
Imani felt a sharp pain in the bottom of her stomach. She felt something wet oozing out of her. Her eyes widened, which the girls saw.
"Imani, what's wrong?" Ebony asked, getting up.
"My st- stomach," Imani stuttered out, scared to pull back Michaela's blanket.
"Did somebody's drink waste in the bed?" Michaela asked, pulling the blanket back. Their eyes widened at the blood coming from between Imani's legs.
"Oh my Go- Imani," Michaela said, covering Imani's eyes. Imani already knew what was happening, she started to hysterically cry.
Ebony jumped out the bed & grabbed Imani's hand, she pulled her to sit up. Imani groaned in pain. She'd never felt anything like this before in her life.
"I know baby, but you gotta get up," Ebony said, rubbing Imani's back. Michaela went to her bathroom, starting Imani some bath water.
"My baby," Imani cried, cradling her stomach. "Mommy's so sorry." Ebony started to cry, still trying to comfort her friend.
Michaela came out the bathroom, with tears streaming down her face. "I ran you some water, let's get you cleaned up. We have to take you to the hospital NiNi."
"I- I'm sorry about your sheets-," Imani said, but was cut off by Michaela hugging her.
"I don't care about the sheets Imani. I care about you, let's go," she said, as she and Ebony walked Imani to the bathroom.
They made it to the bathroom, and Imani immediately went to the toilet. She sat there throwing up, while her friends held her hair and rubbed her back.
"Do you want us to stay with you? Or you know," Ebony asked, as she and Michaela looked at her. She shook her head, making the girls nod their heads.
After they'd walked out and closed the door, Imani started to peel her clothes off. She cried and cried until she realized there was nothing she could do. Her baby was gone.
She washed herself up, ignoring the pain in her legs, back, and stomach. Nothing felt worse than loosing her baby.
She couldn't blame anybody but herself. It'd be easier to blame Adonis or Naomi, but she wasn't. She knew she'd be alright, if she just made it through the night.
She got out of the tub, slowly putting on her clothes. She walked out the bathroom, seeing clean sheets and blankets on Michaela's bed.
"Ebony's waiting in the car. You want me to call Adonis or Naomi?" Michaela asked, as they walked downstairs.
"I'll tell them later," Imani quietly said, her voice trembling. Michaela rubbed her back, as they made it to the door.
They walked to Ebony's truck, both getting in the backseat. Imani laid across Michaela's lap as they drove to the hospital.
