That unpredictable thug love

Chapter(21) Hostage.

~Before School And The Kidnapping~   [6 a.m.]

 ~Katness's P.O.V~

 After I'd brushed my teeth, washed my face, and put my red hair in a messy bun, I put on my hoodie and matching sweats, grabbed my purse and walking to the living room where my uncle was waiting.

"You ready baby?" My uncle asked me. I inhaled and exhaled, slowly nodding my head and walking to the door where he stood waiting.

We walked out to his all black 2014 GMC Sierra 1500 pickup truck and got in.

"You sure you wanna do this baby girl?" He asked me, looking me in my eyes.

Yes, I had told my Uncle about me being pregnant. He was very disappointed in me but he also said that he was gonna be there for me no matter what. I didn't know what to do. I knew that if I kept this baby, It would only make things between me and Desmond worse. You notice I didn't tell him about the baby last night right? Well there was a reason for that. I knew that telling him I cheated would crush him and saying that I had made a baby on him....He probably would've killed me.....I can't keep this baby.

"Yes." I said, tears welling in my eyes. He sighed and continued driving to the NEA Baptist Clinic.

After about 10 minutes of driving, we pulled into the half empty parking lot of the clinic. Uncle Rob found a parking spot right next to the entrance and we got out.

He walked up to the front desk and signed me in while I took a seat in the waiting room, biting my lip and shaking my leg up and down.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm seriously scared right now. I don't want this baby but I also don't want to go through with this abortion. I've heard it's gonna be hella painful once the meds ware off and the surgeries over. I'm not sure if I'm gonna go through with it.

My Uncle sat down next to me, rubbing my back. I laid on his shoulder and closed my eyes, inhaling his scent of some sort of cologne that he always wore.

When I was four years old, my mother tried to drown me in the bath tub of our small, old, almost furniture-free apartment one night. Even under the water and fighting for my life, I could hear her cursing and saying gibberish things that I couldn't understand. Uncle Rob had rushed In the apartment. He could hear my groggily, stifled screams just by standing outside of the front door. He swung the bathroom door open and had grabbed a hold of his sister, pushing her back away from me. He had raised me from the water and helped me out of the tub as I cried and cried, soaking his clothes with water. Karina {My mother} was screaming and yelling, trying to get Uncle Robert to put me down, saying stuff like, 'She's the devil's child' or 'God told me too do it' My Uncle called the police on her and a few days later, she was sent to NAMI {National Alliance for the Mentally Ill} In Illinois.  Since then I've been living with him and everything's been great up until I met Omar's bitch ass a few years ago.....And my father....He died before I was even born. My Uncle said he was drunk while driving on the road and swerved into the wrong lane...He was hit ,hood first, by a gasoline truck and died instantly...... So I not only had one crazy parent, I had two. It's funny how when you look at me, you'd probably never guess any of that shit.

"Katness Dean." The female nurse walked into the waiting room with her clipboard. She gave us a warm smile As we got up and followed her to the back. She walked us to a big room all the way down the hall. She opened a cabinet above the sink and pulled down a hospital gown.

"Can I get you to change in that bathroom over there?" She smiled at me as I sat on the blue hospital bed covered in a wide roll of white tissue paper . I handed my purse to Uncle rob and took the gown from her, walking into the bathroom to change.