Super Rich Kids ( A Mindless Behavior Fan-Fic )

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Over two and a half months later, everything seemed to be going well. Rayan and Zendaya finally decided to claim themselves a couple, and Alix and Craig were doing how they were always doing; the only difference being that Alix had stopped self harming.

Justine and Jacob, on the other hand, weren’t keeping contact as much as they thought they were. Jacob began working double time in order to go back to California to visit Justine. He missed her greatly and often wondered what she was doing. He prayed every night and every morning that she wouldn’t give up on rehab and that she’d get the help she needs. Justine, on the other hand, was doing just fine in the hands of Cliffside Malibu. While Jacob was working his ass off, Justine was doing the same while playing ping pong with a friend she made in rehab, Daniel.

She won the game, doing a victory dance because of it. “Damn! Why are you so good at this?” he slammed his paddle down on the table. She laughed. “Because I just am,” she shrugged. “Nope. It’s something else,” he pointed at her. “Well, since you’re so curious… Uh, my boyfriend and I used to play ping pong all the time when we were, I don’t know, fourteen,” Justine smiled slightly at the thought. Daniel, on the other hand, was a bit jealous. “Are you guys still together?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing. “It’s, uh… complicated,” she looked down. She recalled the night at the hotel and the drive to Cliffside for the first time.

“If you can’t commit to a promise, you can’t commit to a fucking relationship, Justine.”

“Maybe… you’re not ready for there to be an ‘us’. Maybe we just need to chill out.”

“We?”

“I don’t give a fuck, Justine! I’m done! I’m tired of it!”

Daniel could see the hurt in her eyes. He walked over to her side of the ping pong table and stood in front of her. She looked up at him with a slight smile. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned. “Yeah, I-I’m fine,” she nodded. “Justine, it’s time for your session,” Dr. Georgina spoke, poking her head into the room. “I gotta go,” Justine mumbled before leaving the room. Justine, although a little hurt by the last two days she had to spend with Jacob over two months ago, missed him as if he were dead. She missed his scent, his voice, his presence. Everything.

While Justine was being rehabilitated, Imani was going to find out the sex of her and Chres’s 12 week old, unborn child. It was the day after Chresanto’s birthday, and he thought it’d be the perfect present to find out whether the baby is a boy or girl. He’s, of course, looking forward to having a little boy. And Imani, of course, wants a little girl. But Imani has been in pain for the past few days, and thinks this particular, weekly check up will be a benefit in the sense of knowing the sex of the child and finding out the cause of her spotting and severe cramps.

Chresanto wanted to come along, but Imani wouldn’t let him. She wanted to surprise him with not only the news of the baby but with a nice dinner. They were stoked about becoming parents, and couldn’t wait until the moment they got to hold their baby. Chres eventually told his mother about the child, confiding to his father first, and she was upset at first. But, once she met Imani, her feelings about Chres’s actions changed, and she fell in love with thought of becoming a grandmother.

“Okay, Chres, I’m about to head to the hospital,” Imani spoke into her cell phone. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” he asked. “I’m sure, Chres,” she laughed slightly, patting her slightly pudgy stomach. “I hope we don’t suffer any penalties, seeing as though I made you miss last week’s session,” he spoke. “No, we won’t. My doctor is cool like that,” Imani smiled. Chresanto laughed. “I’ll see you in a few hours, okay? I’ll be waiting on your porch,” he informed her. “Okay… I’ll see you soon,” Imani nodded. “Oh, Imani?” he started off. “Yes?” she questioned. “I’ve been thinking… Maybe we could become serious and, maybe, make a proper family instead of a broken one,” Chresanto spoke, his mind crossing over his divorced parents. “I’d like that,” Imani nodded with a slight smile.

“Okay… Bye,” he smiled. “Bye,” Imani blushed, hanging up. She headed over to the hospital. “Ah, Imani! How are you?” her doctor asked, giving her a warm hug. “I’m fine,” Imani nodded with a slight smile. “Someone missed their appointment last week,” Dr. Cavel raised her eyebrow. “I know. Chresanto wanted to take me on a picnic,” Imani blushed. “Well, let’s get started… I’ve heard that you’ve been getting some spotting and you’ve been getting horrible cramps,” Dr. Cavel looked at a clipboard while Imani began to lie down. “Yes. These cramps have been the worst, Doc,” Imani nodded while lifting her t-shirt. Her doctor frowned slightly at Imani… “Imani, these are only signs of one thing.” “And what’s that?” Imani’s slight smile decreased as her doctor ignored her and applied lubricate to Imani’s stomach.

They began their ultrasound. “Your baby looks no different than the last time I saw it…” her doctor frowned even more. “And… uh… there’s no heartbeat,” she continued. Imani’s heart sank as tears began surfacing to her face. “What… What are you saying?” she asked, her voice cracking. “Your baby has stopped growing and has no heartbeat… I’m sorry, but your baby boy has been miscarried,” Dr. Cavel looked down. Imani pulled back her tears, and decided to save it for later. She drove home, thinking about ways to break the news to Chresanto. She pulled up to her home to find him sitting on the porch, just as he said he’d be. He smiled and stood up as she got out of her car and slowly approached him.

She forced a slight smile. “Our baby was a boy,” she croaked. Chresanto smiled, a glint of happiness in his eyes, but then he analyzed what she said. “What do you mean ‘was’?” he asked as tears began brimming Imani’s eyes. “There was…. a miscarriage,” she spoke, beginning to break down. Chresanto’s heart snapped in half as she buried her face into his chest. “It’s all my fucking fault!” she shrieked. “No, shh,” he ran his fingers through her hair, tears threatening to spill onto his face. “It’s not your fault,” his voice cracked. She clung to his shirt, sobbing heavily. “It was all so perfect! And then we lose him! That was our baby, Chres! And he’s gone!” she bawled as Chresanto continued to shed tears. “Everything will be fine… I promise, Imani,” he kissed her forehead.