Play Along With It

Begging

I'd sell my soul just to see your face.
And I'd break my bones just to heal your pain.
In these times I need a saving grace, but time is running out and I'm starting to lose my faith.

But if I told you I loved you, would it make you want to stay?
I'm sorry for the way I hurt you and making you walk away.
(I should have took the time to tell you)
And if I wrote you a love song and sang it to you every day, would it ever be enough to make you wanna come back home and stay?
(I can't go another day without you)
Would it make you, make you, wanna stay?
(Girl you gotta know I love you)

Stay by Florida Georgia Line

"Tiff's gone?" I mumbled, my heart cracking. I felt my lip quiver a little, so I quickly turned around to hide it. I couldn't think of anything better to do, so I grabbed my phone off of the counter. I dialed Tiff's number. "Please pick up. Please pick up." I whispered into the reciever. Unfortunately for me, it went to voice mail after a few rings. "Tiff, it's me. I'm so sorry about last night! Please pick up baby. Please. I love you more than anything in this world. Please pick up." I begged. Then I dialed the number againg, waiting for Tiffany to pick it up. "Please baby. Please." I mumbled, pacing at this point. I was panicking. I didn't want to lose one of the things I loved most in the world.

~Tiffany~

I shut my phone off after Norman called me for the fifth time. I had heard his voice mail, but I refused to believe it. It didn't seem like he felt that way last night. I muttered darkly. My cheeks were stained with tears, and my eyes were red and puffy. I was sitting in the bathroom at the old motel Norman and I stayed at. I glanced down at my stomach, where his child was growing. I knew that I couldn't care for it on my own. I couldn't provide for it and give it a good life. Not as a single mother. I let out a small sob. I knew what I needed to do.

I picked my phone back up, and dialed the one number I swore I wouldn't call. But I just couldn't care for it. I didn't have the money to pay for the hospital to give brith to it, so adoption was out. Now I only had one option left.

"Hello, this is the Saint Mary's abortion clinic. How may I help you?" I swallowed back the sobs.

"Hi. M-my name is Tiffany Avery, a-and I need an abortion." I mumbled, pulling my mouth away from the reciever to sniff.

There was a short pause on the other end of the line. "Ok, well we can schedule you an appointment for two weeks from now, if that's alright with you." She said.

"That's fine." I mumbled.

"Ok, then your appointment will be on the 8th of October. Have a nice-" I shut the phone off. I didn't want to hear that "have a nice day" bullshit. I set the phone on the counter, and gently rubbed my stomach.

"I'm sorry baby. Mommy's sorry. But Mommy has to. I can't take care of you." I mumbled, sniffing a little. "Mommy is so sorry. But Daddy doesn't want us." I let out a small sob. More tears were running down my face, and I couldn't contain my sobs.

~Norman~

After the fifth time I tried calling, Sean got sick of me trying to call Tiff, so he took my phone. "Get yourself together, man!" He exclaimed.

"Give that back!" I shouted, reaching for the phone. What if Tiffany called back?

"Norm she ain't answering her phone." Sean stated. I sighed and turned back around, clawing at my hair. I sniffed a little, and swallowed back a cry of defeat. I couldn't give up. Not until Tiffany knew the truth.

"Sean, I-I need to tell her." I declared, my voice a little shaky.

"Norman, I think we both know that she won't just forgive you-"