F*ck Me Pumps

Scared of Lonely

"You're what?" Parker spoke finally.

Beau sat up, her body sore from her previous fainting endeavor. Trying to control her heaving, she turned to Parker, observing him.

He look confused, his eyebrows scrunched in disarray. Parker gave off a notion of being troubled. Beau looked through watery eyes at her lover. His eyes were not focused on her anymore, but at the wall passed her. Parker seemed as if he was having an internal battle with himself. He wasn't relaxed, as a matter of fact he hadn't quite relaxed since he walked into her hospital room.

Silently, she begin to wipe away the salty, fat tears. Beau leaned over and grabbed a couple of the cheap tissues that the hospital provided and begin dabbing at her tear ducts. Folding the the face tissue over, she blew her nose, wiping away the mess profusely.

This action brought Parker out of his daze. He tore his eyes away from the wall and looked at her," Beau.."

"I'm sorry Parker." She spoke hoarsely.

He sat up and placed a hand on her lap, close to her stomach. Just the thought of something-someone growing in her sported him out. It was weird.

Parker moved his hand to her flat torso. Then, as if he had placed his hand on a hot object, he quickly removed his hand and sighed.

Beau could feel him pulling away from her, emotionally.

Parker held his face in his hands and sighed again. He needed to think. He stayed in that position for a while, before standing up and walking out of the room, saying nothing to Beau who stared silently at his retreating figure.

And that's when Beau felt it, she was being abandoned again. She was always being abandoned. Her biological parents had abandoned her, her first love had abandoned her, and now the man that she had given everything up for, has abandoned her.

What was wrong with her? What made people see her as easily disposable?

Grabbing at her hair, she pulled her knees up to her chin and cried. Moments later, Beau reached over to press the Nurse call on the remote that was located on side of the bed. There was no way in hell, she would stay in this place a moment longer.

She pulled herself from the rigid bed, and as her feet came in contact with he cold hard tile, she shivered.

The door opened and a short Hispanic lady walked in. She looked around her mid-thirties.

"Hello, I'm Natalie. I'm your shift nurse today," She greeted warmly," Is there anything you needed assistance with?"

Beau turned and faced her, her face still showed evidence of her crying earlier.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" Natalie approached her, her face full of concern.

"I'm fine," Beau smiled sadly holding up her hand," I was wondering if I could leave."

"Oh! Um okay. I'm going to find the doctor for you- I'll be right back with the doctor." She smiled sweetly before walking out of the room.

Beau stood still until she walked out of the room. When the door closed she grabbed the IV drip monitor and walked to the bathroom. She couldn't remember the last time she peed.

She washed her hands and looked up at herself in the mirror. How did she let her life get like this? She was fine before all this had happened. Why was her life all of a sudden so difficult?

She cut off the bathroom light and shuffled back into the room.

A baby was growing inside her. A baby. Someone that was living and breathing inside her.