Best Friends| Part Three

Chapter 1

Genevieve
I sit on the bathroom floor as the clumpy blood leaving my body creates a larger puddle on the floor. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. Tears fog my eyes.

"Shxt!" I yell out loud.

Why did God have to do this to me? The cramps and abdominal pain finally kick in. Great.

"Tracie!" I yell for my maid.

Tracie has been working for Trey and I ever since we got married. She's pretty cool. She's a short, plump, African-American woman who's very sweet.

"Ma'am?" She says from outside my door.

"In here. It happened again." I say.

She's been here through all of my miscarriages. With cleaning up the....remnants and helping me bury them, she's been through it all. When she gets to the bathroom door, she makes a face that says both "Oh shxt" and "Poor girl." The pity, of course, causes me to burst out crying.

"Oh honey."she says helping me up,"Let's get you cleaned up."

She does the usual with running the bath water, helping me undress, and getting me into the tub. The bleeding stops before I get in, thankfully. I hate getting into the tub, and the bleeding didn't stop yet. It's like swimming in my own- well you get what I'm saying.

Tracie cleans up the remnants and places them in a shoebox. Tears run down my face as she seals the box.

"I'll go bring this outside....God does everything for a reason, baby. Trey still loves you." She tells me.

I nod my head and attempt to wipe my tears away. She leaves the bathroom with the shoebox. Now I have to tell Trey again. Dammit. This is gonna be the fourth time now. The look on his face whenever I break the news of another miscarriage is depressing. He gives me a hug and kiss, then retires to his office for the rest of the night. He doesn't show his face until he comes to bed.

I'd call him for dinner, which he'd always decline, but I'd linger and put my ear against the big mahogany doors to hear what he is doing. Sometimes it would be silence, other times sniffles, or maybe his sobbing.

I remain in the tub for another 20 minutes before stepping out. I fix my hair and get dressed in some sweats and t-shirt. I put on a heavy duty pad just in case I start bleeding again(which will most likely happen). I hear the sound of Trey's car pull up and take a deep breath. How am I gonna break it to him this time?

"Good evening, Mr. Neverson." I hear Tracie say from outside.

"Good evening, Tracie. You know where Genevieve is?" He asks.

"In the bedroom, sir."

"Thank you...What you got in that box there?" He asks.

Dammit. Tracie remains silent, but I think Trey already knows the answer. He opens the door of the house and calls out my name.

"Genevieve?! Genevieve!" He calls out.

"I'm up here!" I respond back.

He climbs up the long stairs, and opens the door to our bedroom. He gives me one long look, and I look at him, then look down at my hands. We don't have to speak to each other sometimes to know what the other is thinking. He comes to me and gives me a hug and kiss.

"We're gonna be okay." He muffles into my hair.

I break down in tears not only for the loss of the baby, but also for the utter disappointment Trey feels.

"You wanna go to the hospital now?" He asks me.

I nod my head. Might as well get it over with. Trey packs my bag while I sit on the bed. The cramps return and I cringe.

"You still in pain?" He asks me while walking up to me.

"Yes..." I hold my arms out so he can pick me up.

He smiles sadly and picks me up bridal style. I lay my head against his chest, and try to relax. We get outside where Tracie is digging a hole.

"You wanna be here for this?" Trey asks me.

Honestly, no. I shake my head "no".

"I'll be back soon, Tracie. Don't bury it without me." He tells her.

"Yes, sir." She says.

Tracie helps Trey, and opens the passenger door to the car.

"See you tomorrow, honey." Tracie tells me while touching my cheek.

I stiffly nod my head, and stare straight forward. From the corner of my eye, I see Tracie smiles sadly. Trey gets into the drivers seat, and glances at me. He says nothing to me as he starts the car, and drives away from the house.
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Trey
There's nothing I can do but take her to the hospital and pray. She blames herself for why we can't get pregnant and reach a full term with child. We have family and friends in our ears constantly asking when we're gonna have our first child. We don't tell them of the miscarriages or failed pregnancy tests.

"I want some more grandchildren, Trey." Gee's mom tells me all the time we visit her.

The only people who know about our situation is Audree, Nicki, Madison, August, and Chris. Gee refuses to tell our parents.

The doctor runs an ultrasound to confirm is Genevieve actually had a miscarriage(she did). The doctor then checks to make sure that the miscarriage is complete and her uterus is clear. The last two times it was. This time it wasn't so the doctor has to perform a dilation and curettage(look it up if you don't know what it is).

After the procedure, Genevieve is put into a regular room where she sleeps. This is a good time to leave. I leave Genevieve a note, and head back to my car. Anger over comes me as I hop into my car and slam the door shut. Why does this shxt always happen to her? I hit the steering wheel a couple times before breaking down into tears.
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Author's Note
Thoughts!