Overcome (editing)

Chapter Twenty - Five

After a while we stopped talking and I closed my eyes as I rested on him.

I want to show you something... he said and I slightly turned to face  him. He pulled out a gold chain with my heart shaped ring around it .... I still got it... he said and I smiled.

Due to my outfit his necklace was apparent and we both looked at it.

As you can see, I still got it too...I said.

I can definitely see that... . amongst other things... he said mockingly and I lightly shoved him as we both laugh, he was pertaining to my breasts that were almost falling out.

You look so hot Rihanna...  he said and I began to see the lust gathering in his eyes.

I broke from them.

Kyle... I began...  I want you too but---

He immediately kissed me.

Rihanna I would never.... not now.  He said and I hugged him.

Suddenly the intercom sounded:
Ten more minutes girls

We looked at each other and I began to cry.

Don't go... I begged.

He started crying too... I'll be back he whispered.

No!... I cried out and held on to him and he gripped me tightly.

I promise...  he whispered
..I rather die than go on without you any further.

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After I was forced to leave Kyle I went to take a shower and the water began to beat down on me, it was then I started crying. I wish I could go with him right here and right now, I want to be with him so badly. I wish he never had to leave me.

I crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep.

Couple hours later

Mr. Buntly and I sat in his study along with Dr. Coleman. He had gathered us together in order to give us the test results. I sat there nervously, if I was truly was the caused that I wasn't pregnant the month without the injection it would truly bother me. I love kids and wouldn't mind having one or two with Kyle but Mr. Buntly was confident. According to him he was perfect and as far as he was concern, all of this was a waste of time. Dr. Coleman had a huge file before him and he was sorting out some paper with a serious look on his face. Suddenly Mr. Buntly whispered in my ear :  I bet you enjoyed fucking other men.... i flinched....you're such a whore...he spat.... but smart.....you figured out there was no camera in the bathroom.... I must fix that for next time.

Dr. Coleman glanced up at us and cleared his throat. We gave him our attention.

Based off the results gathered Richard.... Rihanna isn't the problem, it's you.... he said and I sighed out loud.

You must be fucking joking.... Mr. Buntly said laughing.

Dr. Coleman continued in his professional tone.... we've ran and re ran the test over and over again and it proved the same, your sperms count is too low to ---..... Dr. Coleman realized he wasn't listening, he was mumbling to himself profanities and aiming them at Dr. Coleman, accusing him of incompetence. Dr. Coleman eyes narrowed... are you questioning my abilities to do my job accurately?...  he asked, still sounding professional.

Yes God dammit!!!... he shouted sweeping everything off the desk. Staplers, files, everything went crashing to the floor.  I jumped and Dr. Coleman shot to his feet and started gathering his stuff.

In that case....get another doctor...  he said angrily.
I started to panic. Dr. Coleman was my only friend here, I didn't want a new doctor. Mr. Buntly must have felt the same because he suddenly ran over to him as he tried to pass and stopped him.

Come on man you're my friend you know that,  but how do you expected me to react, I want a kid man....said Mr. Buntly. I was shocked at how soft he was to Dr. Coleman.

Dr. Coleman sighed... you need to think of options....Maybe try adopting--

I don't want no fucking adoption agency crap!.. he shouted and he sat in the coach and buried his face in his hands. Silence fell in the room, him being distraught and myself being relieved.

He then slowly looked up at Dr. Coleman....  unless....  he began and a smile crept across his face. .. unless you give me a child with Rihanna.

I stood up immediately and Dr. Coleman was completely stunned....  I can't have a child with Rihanna!!!! .... he shouted.

Come on man...please.... I am desperate and I trust you...please I need this... he was up now, standing in front of Dr. Coleman.
I was staring at Ken shaking my head saying no with a frightened look on my face. Dr. Coleman glanced at me and then back at Mr. Buntly....  Richard I can---

Please.... he continued to beg.... haven't I always been there for you?

Dr. Coleman still didn't budge...I am not like you.... I can't lay with her, she's a kid!.... he said.

What if I take on all medical fee for Emily... would you do it then?

After he said this I knew then that the battle was over and I ran out the room at the same time I heard him say:

OK.