GUILT

Chapter 19

     Chantelle rolled over to look at her phone to see what time it was. It was only 5:00 in the morning and she was still in pain. With the bright light from her phone screen in her face, she decided to scroll through her Instagram since she couldn't go back to sleep. She dialed Trae's number to see if he was awake, but she received no answer. A few minutes later, she had to get up to go throw up in the bathroom again. While sitting next to the toilet, she wondered why she was in pain and couldn't stop vomiting. At first she thought it could be food poisoning, then remember that she used to eat the food in the mall all the time and never got sick before. Her mind erased the fact of the possibility that she could be pregnant, but somehow the thought lingered in her mind. 

     A few hours later, she called Shay for some comfort. "Shay, are you up?"

    "I am now, what's up," she asked half sleep.

     "I'm still in pain and I'm still throwing up."

     "Was it something you ate? Or maybe your nerves just bad."

     "Shay, I've been eating at the mall for years and never got sick like this."

     "Well, when was your last cycle?"

     "I'm late Shay."

     Shay fully woke up now. "You need to call the doctor girl."

     "I didn't bring it up at the table when we were talking about it but I'm late. Hold on," Chantelle ran to the bathroom to throw up again.

     "Chantelle, do you remember the last time y'all had sex?"

     "Yeah, why?"

     "Did he pull out?"

      "I don't remember Shay," Chantelle said trying to erase the thought from her mind.

     "You need to ask him. Does he know you're late?"

     "I never told him."

     "Chantelle, what are you waiting on. You could be pregnant."

     "Shay, no. I don't, I can't."

     "We're going to the doctor today. Call them."

     Chantelle got off the phone and sat at the edge of the bed with her mind filled with thoughts that she could possibly be carrying Trae's child. It scared her because she didn't want to believe it. She decided to take Shay's advice and called the doctor. Her appointment was scheduled for later that morning.

     "Ms. Adams," the doctor called.

     Chantelle followed the doctor into room. The doctor asked many questions and gave her the cup to pee in. Chantelle took the cup in the bathroom and deposited it into the shelf. She sat back in the room while the doctor processed the results.

     "Ms. Adams? Great news, you're expecting." The doctor came in handing her the paperwork. Chantelle's mouth dropped and tears fell from her eyes. Her heart skipped beats as she tried to breathe.

     "Would you like your friend to come in," the doctor asked.

     Chantelle nodded her head and wiped the tears from her face but they continued to fall. The paperwork sat at the edge of the bed. Shay saw her in tears and rushed to comfort her. She glanced at the papers on the bed and picked them up while Chantelle stared in disbelief. 

     "Oh my God," Shay mumbled under her breath. "Chantelle, are you okay?"

     Chantelle was beyond speechless. "I don't know what, how ...I don't know."