What's Done is Done

Chapter 15

Oh my motherfucking God! 

I absolutely can't believe what Daniel did to me and Brandon, especially ME! I mean, seriously, what the fuck?!  

Daniel is obviously a total psycho...I'm not even exaggerating!

Brandon helps me stand up from the floor. I tremble with fear. I lift open my shirt, revealing dried blood stains and a big purplish-bluish-gray bruise on my stomach. I gulp, fearing that my babies are damaged.

What if they're hurt? What if they'll die?

If that motherfucking bitch Daniel hurt them or kill them, I'll hate him with all my guts and even try to throw him in jail where he belongs!

"Are you okay, Allison?" Brandon asks me softly, his hand wrapped around my hand and his other hand rested on my stomach. 

I shake my head, sobbing. "No. I'm not okay."

Brandon's eyes fill with tears. I can tell he's about to cry. But he refuses to. Instead he whispers to me, "Let's go to the nurse, 'kay?"

I nod my head, wiping away my tears. " 'Kay."

Brandon then unexpectedly carries me bridal style all the way to the clinic.

Nurse Fisher looks at us surprised when she sees us make a rushed entrance.

"Oh my goodness gracious, what on earth happened?!" She cries, standing up from her desk, pulling back her grayed, frizzy hair.

Brandon quickly and briefly summarizes of what had happened a few minutes ago. Nurse Fisher nods her head and murmurs as she listens to the story.

"I see," She replies, sighing. "That's just terrible. Mr. Waterson, please put Miss Barry on the bed, will you, dearie?"

"Of course," Brandon agrees, laying me ever so gently on the gray leather bed.

Nurse Fisher checks up on me and my stomach. 

"Hmm, you seem okay, Miss Barry," She says to me. "But I'm not so sure about your babies since I can't perform an ultrasound."

I nod my head understandably but worriedly. "Okay, um, what should we do?"

"I suggest you leave school right now and go see your OB/GYN," She advises me seriously and solemnly.

"I'll take her," Brandon kindly offers.

"Thanks, Brand," I say, giving him a grateful smile.

"That's very kind of you, Mr. Waterson," Nurse Fisher says, smiling sweetly. She faces me and stares at me critically. "Let me clean and bandage up you up, honey."

"Okay," I reply.

Nurse Fisher wipes the blood off my face with a damp cloth and stick on band-aids on all the bruises (there are about four or five). She does the same thing for my stomach.

"All right, you two kids may go now," She tells Brandon and I.

"Thank you so much!" I cry, jumping up from the bed.

"Yeah, thanks, but can you send Daniel to the principal's office?" Brandon asks. "He needs to be punished - big time."

"I was just about to do that."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, kiddos, and good luck, Miss Barry!" Nurse Fisher waves her hand at us as we exit the clinic.

Brandon and I leave the school, crawl into his Jeep, and drives me to the pregnancy clinic uptown.

We arrive at exactly 10:00.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Brandon offers me, smiling wearily.

"Yes, please," I reply breathlessly with a weak half-smile.

The two of us then walk into the building with linked arms.

I take a deep breath and silently hope that my babies are perfectly all right...