His Baby-Bunny [COMPLETE]

Chapter Twenty-Two

Zoe POV:

I used to be stronger than what I am now. I thought, as I drove myself to the clinic. 

Before I met my husband, I used to stand up for my thoughts and what I believed in. Yet, nowadays I sit alone in a crowded room and look at other couples, and would do anything to be with any other man. 

These days, I circled the rim of my glass with my forefinger, my eyes flitting from couple to couple and individuals on their own. Often I would exchange a coy smile, they'd wink and lift their glass. 

My thoughts were interrupted as someone honked at me for forgetting to indicate as I turned the corner. 

As soon as I reached the clinic, I saw a few girls younger than me, waiting with anxious-looking boyfriends and disapproving mothers. It caused me to think of my own, how she told me I was loved because I was her special baby-girl. She explained she had tried to hard to have me, and after three miscarriages, she was finally pregnant, she sat in a lecture for University and felt herself begin to bleed, she got herself to the hospital and everything was fine. When I was due, I refused to budge from her womb, and she told me that I was eight days late - which later explained my laziness and why I was a late bloomer. 

After this thought, I few tears pricked in my eyes and I grabbed a tissue from the Prada handbag Luke bought me for my nineteenth birthday. 

I walked to the receptionist and she asked to see some ID. I took the paperwork from her and went back to my seat to fill it out. After filling out the answers and doodling flowers in the margins, I handed it back to her and she smiled when she saw the drawings. 

I sat back down and waited for my appointment, flicking through old magazines. I heard my phone buzz and saw it was a message from Luke, 

"You weren't here when I woke up. Where are you?"

I didn't reply, but left it as read. 

What he doesn't know, would kill him. But that's something I could face. 

I looked at my left hand, the ring cost more than he wanted to lose. With this ring, I said 'I do', promising never to do what I've already done. I promise to keep the secret I have, whilst he's holding me. 

My name was called, and I walked with my head held high into the consulting room. The nurse smiled at me and told me it was normal to be nervous. I explained I wasn't nervous and just honestly couldn't wait to have a cigarette and drink after this. She laughed and patted my hand, asking where the father was. 

"Probably working or playing with himself." Was my response. She laughed once more, and asked if he knew about my appointment.

"No, he doesn't."

"Well, good for you." 

I smiled gratefully as she jabbed the needle into my abdomen. I sucked in my breath and she smiled apologetically. Within a few minutes the procedure was over. 

"What will you tell the father?" She asked me.

"The truth." 

"You're brave."

"I used to be." 

"Well, you managed to get yourself here, give yourself some credit." 

I hugged the nurse and found myself sobbing into her shoulder. She was initially taken aback and then she wrapped her arms around me, rocking me back and forth as though I was a child once more. 

"Look, if things ever get really bad, here's my number, just call and I'll come and get you." 

I explained I didn't need anything like that, but she pressed the piece of paper into the palms of my hand.

"You can't always see abuse." She explained. 

"You're not the first doctor to say that sort of thing." 

She nodded and led me towards the door. 

"Oh, by the way, here's a number for a psychologist." 

After I paid for the treatment, I called the psychologist, and he said he could squeeze me in later that morning. 

I also gave Luke a call, he didn't pick up. It went straight to voicemail. Before I could decide if I was going to leave a message I heard the beep, telling me I was too late to say anything even if I wanted to. I hopped in my car and headed to the psychologist, following the directions on my GPS. 

I found a car space outside the clinic, got out of the car, locked it and walked towards the door and into the room of someone who would hopefully understand a woman like me.