Zoie
I sat down at the station with my parents because I had to talk to their detectives. "And he had the nerve to get my daughter pregnant." My stepdad was muttering under his breath. Yep, I'm 2 months pregnant and this is absolutely the worst thing ever. I'm not ready to be a mom. "Have you figured out what you want to do?" My mom asked me. "Yes. I want an abortion. I can't handle having a baby from the man who violated me and I'm too young to be a mom. I need to focus on college and getting a career." I say and look at her. She agreed and held my hand. "You are free to go." The detective came back out and said. At first the detectives were kind of sketchy until the pregnancy test came back positive and they found traces of his semen inside me. Being that we had just had sex anyway. I told him that he was going to regret trying to break up with me: "you ready to go?" My mom grabbed my hand and we walked out the building. We came in a separate vehicle than my stepdad because I had already said that I wanted the abortion. Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna have that man's baby. No way in pure hell. The ride to the clinic was silent as my nerves was on edge. I was scared of the process and I didn't think I would be going through this...ever. We pull into the parking lot and park. My heart feels like it's about to jump right out of my chest. I could hear it beating in my ear and I swore my mom could hear it too. We walked into the sterile building and she took a seat while I walked up to the receptionist's desk. "I'm here to um..." "get an abortion. You aren't the first and won't be the last. Here, fill these papers out and wait for your number to be called." She the lady handed me a clipboard and small white piece of paper that read 233 on it. I went and sat next to my mom and stared around. There were three other girls in here and they all looked as equally as scared as me. "Name: Zoie Adams. Age: 17" I answered the questions loudly as I filled out the paper. As the minutes ticked by, my nervousness grew with butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Well, more like moths swarming and planning an attack. "233" a woman in scrubs and a mask came out of a set of double doors. I stood up and walked towards her, handing her my clipboard. She took it and read over it nodding. "This way please." She said and led me down a long hallway. I passed a girl being wheeled back to the front. She looked like a zombie making me grow more nervous. "Hey Zoie. I'm doctor Marshall. How are you under the circumstances?" A man walked up to me once we reached a room full of tools and different equipment. In the middle of the room, was one table covered in that white paper. "Im just ready to get this over with." I say as he handed me a gown. "Change into this this, lay down on the bed and I'll be back." He said and left the room. I slowly removed my clothing and slipped into the gown, climbing on the table I let out a slow breath trying to settle my nerves. "Now have they talked to you about other options?" The doctor came walking back into the room. "Yes. But I don't want anymore options. I choose this." I said and laid back. "Okay. I'm going to give you something to help you sleep and when you wake, the procedure will be done." He said. "Try to relax."
