I... I was dazed. Of course I knew what this meant, I looked at my flat stomach. I couldn't cry, my demons wouldn't let me. I stared around the cold and depressing hospital room, it had hit me.
The cold fact that my life wasn't shit. It probably wouldn't ever be shit, as far as I was concerned my mother was right. She would always tell me "Solána you'll never get your life together. You need a man, a man who'll actually love whatever it is your dumb, broke, hoeing ass got going on."
I was only 15, I wasn't even having sex, let alone talking to boys... Or anyone for that matter, but let her tell it the football team was training me. I still love her though, with everything I have in me. But I'm sure she couldn't say the same.
Knocking me out of my thoughts a nurse walked in, "I see you're up Ms. Rowe, how are you feeling?". Ignoring her dumb ass question I asked one myself, "Where's my Baby? Where's my Tristan?". From the look she gave me I knew my answer, "I'm sorry Ms. Rowe, we tried everything we could. We really did, we're not sure what caused the miscarriage but as soon as we find out we'll let you know ASAP."
"Thank you," I said as I looked down, "would it be possible for me to leave today?". Although I know there was damn nere no possibility of that happening I asked anyway. I wanted to get the fuck out of here, I couldn't take it any longer. "I'll go ask my boss ma'am I'll let you know as soon as I can." She said exiting the room.
I laid back and decided to let the sleep take over my body.
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Hearing my room door open I peaked open an eye and low and behold it was the asshole that bumped into me from my job.
"Good mawnin Ms.Rowe, I'll be your nurse for the evenin. My name is August." He introduced himself, I studied him. He was so much more professional in his place of work. I just stared at the wall, I didn't want to say anything to him, hell I didn't want to talk to nobody. I just wanted to go home.
"I see you asked your forma nurse, Mrs.Jackie, when you could go home," he started to say. August looked down at the clip board then flipped through a couple pages, "It says hea you could go home taday after they give you the medicine you need." I nodded and turned my head indicating I wanted to be left alone. Guessing he took the hint he cleared his throat and proceeded to walk out.
Walking in close to an hour later August brought me my discharge papers and medicine. After explaining them to me I nodded signed them and tried to walk out but I was stopped my him calling me. "Ms. Rowe, uh I'm sawry but ah you need someone to come get you, you are still underage."
Fuck, he was right. I'm 17, I just fucking turned 17 in April. It was only June, I knew I couldn't convince them to let me go alone. Turning back around to face him I spoke, "I'm sorry but I don't have anyone to take me home. Shit I don't have anyone." I mumbled the last part under my breath. He looked at me then drug his hand down his face, "Look, I get off in bout 30 minutes. Go down to the cafe and wait for me. I'll take you home alride? " I simply nodded, I couldn't turn this down. I didn't have money for the bus and I couldn't walk.
Doing as he said I found the cafe and sat there. Staring at my phone, I went through my contacts. I don't know why but I wanted to contact Trey and tell him I had lost the baby. I'm sure he didn't deserve to know, but at the end of the day it was still his baby. Dialing his number I crossed my fingers and hoped he answered. Finally, he picked up on the 3rd ring.
"Hello"
"Hey Trey, it's me. Solána. "
I could hear him sigh, and shuffle around a little before speaking again.
"Fuck you want?", ignoring his vile language I continued the conversation.
"I was um calling... I was calling to tell you I lost the baby." I sniffed, saying the actual words killed me. Looking down at my phone I put it back to my ear while wiping the tears. "Shit ain't that good Lana? I told you that baby wasn't mine. Obviously you couldn't find the baby daddy, so hell you telling me for?" He hung up the phone before I could say anything else, letting out the most ugly cry I put my head down.
I was sick of this, sick of this life. I wanted out.
*****
SO BOOM.
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