Sometimes we feel like we got life all planned out. We plan for the future but fail to live in the present.
Everything seems perfect to the public eye but behind close doors it's the complete opposite. Heaven becomes Hell but we have no choice but...
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"Have a seat and wait for your name to be called" The lady at the front desk smiled
I nodded sending her a half smile back as I took my seat. I looked into my phone camera seeing that I looked a mess. I've been crying all morning and you could definitely tell.
It's been 3 weeks since the incident and let's just say shit wasn't looking so good. I started feeling sick so I took a pregnancy test and sure enough I was pregnant. By who? Who knows. So today I was here getting an abortion
I'm usually against abortions but honestly I can't bring this baby into my world. I didn't want to.
I waited for what felt a century before they finally called
"Desire?"
I got up and they quickly led me to the room. I undressed and put on the gown they gave me before laying back on the bed.
"Here drink this pill. It'll help numb your lower area so that you won't feel much" The nurse handed me a glass of water along with a pill.
I took it and gave her the trash so she could throw it away. Within minutes the doctor walked
"Hello Miss.Sykes. How are you feeling today?" He asked
"I'm fine"
"Okay you might feel a pinch so don't freak out. We should be done within an hour max alright?"
"Yeah just get it over with" I said trying to hold back tears
God forgive me for aborting my child but it's for the best. How can I protect a child in this cruel world when I can barely protect myself? Why bring a child into my hell? So please forgive me but I'm not ready.
I felt tears fall as they got the procedure started. What did I do to deserve this life? Was I not a good daughter? Does my mother hate me and that's why she left me with a monster?
After they were done I laid back for a couple of minutes getting myself together before getting up. I was cramping really bad and my vagina was hurting.
"Here's your paper work explaining everything that happened today as well as what you need to do for the next couple of days to recover properly. And here's a copy of all the test we ran. The results came back negative for any sexual transmitted diseases or infections" she said making me let out a sigh or relief
I took my paper work giving her a quick thank you before heading out. Everything was setting in and the fact that I killed my unborn was really getting to me. Even though I knew that It was for the best I still can't shake that feeling
I pulled out the parking lot heading home. Within a few minutes I arrived home. My dad's car was parked in the drive way so the only thing I can do is pray he's asleep or at least not drunk.
I got my papers turning off the car and getting out. I closed the car door locking it as I made my way to the door.
I used my key to open the door. Making my way in I seen my dad sitting down on the couch watching tv. He looked my way getting up from seat once he seen me
"Hey baby girl where were you?"He asked
I examined his composure and it didn't seem like he was drunk or high.
"Uh I went to the doctor.I wasn't feeling to good"
"What's that sticking out from your purse?" He pointed to the papers she gave me today
"Uh nothing" I quickly turned around to go to my room but was pulled back.
He took the papers from my purse reading them.
"So yo hoe ass wants to go and get pregnant by boys your age huh?" He yelled
"No dad I swear. I was raped" I cried
"Raped? That's what all the hoes say" He took his belt off whipping me with it.
I tried to stop him but my body was to sore and weak from the procedure
"I told you to stop being a fucking hoe. But you don't fucking listen" He yelled louder this time kicking me in my stomach and punching me.
He finally stopped leaving me on the floor. I took a good 10 minutes to get up from the floor
I limped to my room putting my stuff on the floor. I laid gently on the bed plugging my phone since it died on me earlier
I waited for it to turn on to see I had notifications coming on like crazy which was weird because I didn't really have friends or an Instagram. All I had was Twitter and Facebook but I barely got on it.
I checked the notifications.
Clicking on the first one my heart dropped.
It was the video of me being raped in the bathroom at the party. Tears started falling hard as I read all the shit they were saying
She acts like a saint but giving it up to the first nigga she sees
No wonder Kyrie is dogging her ass out. She's a hoe like the rest of them.
Why the pretty ones gotta be the hoes?
Ya'll have no respect. It's apparent she's getting raped dumb fucks
She shouldn't have worn the clothes she was wearing
I saw her at the party she wasn't wearing nothing revealing. This has to be rape because she's not that the type girl
Dumb ass hoe. She probably loves getting fucked that's why she fucks her dad on a daily
When I read that last one I felt like I couldn't breathe. How did they find out about my dad? I didn't tell anyone. Not even Kyrie. This can't be happening. I felt like my world was crumbling down. I can't face them anymore and I for sure can't live here no more.
I threw my phone against the wall shattering it before running to my closet and packing all my shit. I looked out the window seeing my dads car was gone.
It was now or never. I was getting out of this hell hole
