I walked out of the hospital holding back my tears. All I wanted to do at this point was go home.
I walking out into tbe parking lot. I searched for my car but couldn't find it.
I remembered that I left my car back at Kacey's place. I sat on a bench at the entrance of the hospital and groaned.
Now how the hell am I gonna get home. Whitney and Dad are out of town. Mom, Kacey, and Blue are in the hospital and I don't really trust any other friend to take me home.
There was one person though that was floating around in my mind. I was debating weather or not I should call him to pick me up.
After about 5 minutes of debating in my head I decided to call him.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Damien's number. After 3 rings he answered.
Phone Convo
Damien: Hello
Me: Damien can you come pick me up
Damien: What's wrong? Are you ok? You sound sad
Me: I am sad Damien. Are you gonna pick me up or not
Damien: Sure, Of course
Me: Thanks, Bye
Damien: Hold up, I have one question to ask
Me: What
Damien: Why are you asking me and not your fiancè
Me: Because me and him got into a little argument and I don't feel like talking to him
Damien: Was the argument about me
Me: I'll explain everything when you get here, Ok. Bye
Damien: Bye
End of Convo
I waited about 20 minutes for Damien to come. Damien finally pulled up to the front of the hospital.
I entered his car and sat in the passengers seat. He pulled off. The car ride was silent until Damien made a wrong turn.
"Umm...why did you go right when my house is left," I asked, "Because we're not going to your house," he replied. "Where are we going then," "To my house," he replied.
"I asked you for a ride home not to your fucking house!" I yelled, "There was really no need for you to curse," "Yes, there was, your kidnapping me!" I continued to yell.
"Calm down. I just thought you didn't want to go home to your fiancè; you know, the one you got into an argument with," he said and I stayed quiet.
We finally arrived at Damien's house. He parked his car and took the keys out of the ignition. He walked over to my side and opened the door for me.
He walked me to his front door and opened it for me. He is such a gentleman.
"Do you need anything to drink," He asked as I walked in and I shook my head. He walked me to his living room. I sat down on his couch and he sat down next to me.
I have some questions to ask him so I took this opportunity of silence to ask him.
"Why did you leave me," I asked, "What are you talking about," he replied sounding confused as if he didn't know what I was talking about.
"You know what I'm talking about," I said, "No I don't," "I'm talking about that night we had...intercourse and the next morning you weren't there next to me. Did you only want me for sex. You knew what I went through and you pretended to care. Why did you leave me and never contacted me until now. Did you only contact me when you heard the news that I'm pregnant," I said raising my voice a little and trying to hold back tears but fail miserably.
He scooted closer toward me and I laid my head on his shoulder. I just cried on his shoulder even though I was very mad at him.
He patted my back and spoke. "I'm sorry I left you. I didn't only want you for sex. I left the next morning because I was called in early for work. I came back and you weren't there. I contacted you when I heard that you were pregnant but seeing that you have a fiancè, I have doubts that it's mine," He said.
"Imani...Look at me," He said and I looked into his big brown eyes. I could tell he was sorry.
"I'm really really sorry. I love you and never meant to hurt you," He said. I gave in and kissed him very passionately.
He kissed back. I let go. "I love you too," I said and we continued to kiss.
He picked me up and brought me upstairs and into his bedroom. I think you know what happened next.
