My Forced Abortion

The Next Morning

*RRRRRIIIIINNNGGGGGG* I quickly snap out of my deep sleep and grab my phone to turn my alarm off. Today is going to be a long day, I can just feel it. Ugh, morning sickness again. I need to find my lemon drops. I HATE mornings. I slowly roll out of bed and walk over to my dresser to find something to throw on for the day. "Hmm, what's it gonna be today?" I ask myself. "I guess I'll just throw on one of my favorite pair of leggings and an over-sized t- shirt with tennis shoes. It's a plain day, and it's the only thing I can fit in anyway." I say as I shrug my shoulders and grab my outfit from my drawer. I grab my bath towel and hop into the shower before I start getting dressed. My shower was quick because I was getting very nauseous from the smell of my Dove body wash. I used to love the smell of Cucumber and Green Tea body wash, now it just makes me gag.
As I get out of the shower, I feel really dizzy. I need to get something to eat before I barf. So, I hurry and dry off and throw my clothes on and run downstairs to the kitchen for some toast. I LOVE toast with butter for breakfast. I quickly pop two pieces of bread in the toaster and grab the butter from the fridge. I check my phone as I wait for my toast to finish. No new notifications as usual. I shrug and get on We Heart It and scroll through my "nails" collection. I really want to get my nails and feet done. I usually get on We Heart It for inspiration on my nails before I go to the nail salon.
As my toast pops up from the toaster, I quickly grab both slices of hot toast and spread my butter on evenly. "Mmmm, I loovveee you toast and butter!" I sing to my breakfast. "Morning" my brother says as he sleepily walks past me to the fridge. "Morning terd" I say back as I munch on my toast. "How did you sleep?" He asked me. "Like a baby, you?" I responded. "Pretty good I guess, kinda didn't want to wake up but here I am I guess." He said. "Hey are you okay?" He asked me looking worried. "Uh yeah? Why'd you ask?" I suddenly remember I hadn't told him about the baby. I don't want him to know about it because it's kinda embarrassing. Well, how it happened and who the father is. "Well, you're kinda gaining weight. just wondering" he said. "Oh uh, I'm fine. I just really like food ya know?" I nervously reply back hoping that he just believes me and shut up about it. "Mmkay" He says with a shrug. I sigh silently thanking god he just let it go. That was a close one. I don't want him to know because like I said it's embarrassing who I got pregnant by and he's just as mean to me as the kids at school are. He believes ANYTHING those evil kids tell him. And he tries to use my insecurities as low-blows when things get heated. We don't have one of those close brother and sister bonds. I just tolerate him. But, I never expose all of his dirty little secrets to the school or other family members. He always does that to me to make himself look better. I hate that. I wish we were closer than this.
"You kids ready?" My mom yells from at the top of the stairs. "Yes!" We both shout with fake enthusiasm. "Let's roll!" She shouts back as she quickly walks down the stairs and into the kitchen. We both grab our backpacks and head out the door. "Here we go" I thought to myself as I feel the urge to barf once again. Only this time, it hit me like a strong wave. I quickly run to the nearest bush to let it all out. Vomiting is SO painful. I feel like I get abs with every painful push. After I'm done, I get my bottle of water from my backpack and shakily take a drink. I feel so weak and shaky. I can barely stand up. My mom comes to help me up. "You okay Wynter?" She asks me in an understanding tone. "Yeah, I'm fine" I sickly say back. I'm used to this. Barfing every morning. It's just a part of the first trimester. One of the worst parts too. I pickup my backpack and start walking to the truck. I get in and turn the air all the way on, despite how cold it is outside. I just need cool air on me before I barf again. I lay my head back as my mom pulls out of our driveway.
We got to school faster than usual. My mom drives pretty fast when she's in a rush. Oh, I forgot she DID have something important to do. She's gotta book our flight and plan our trip to Albuquerque. She pulls up to the front of the school and stops the truck. We get ready to get out. "You sure you feel like going today? You can just stay home with me if you want Wynter?" My mom asks me with a concerned look on her face. At this point, I just needed a bed and a nice cold Ginger-Ale. "I don't feel good at all right now." I say back. I still taste vomit on my breath. "Maybe I can sit this one out?" I ask. "Sure thing kiddo" she says. "You'll be alright right?" She asks my brother. "Yeah, I'm cool. I don't like having make-up work piled up." "See ya later girls!" He says before closing the door and walking up to the school double doors. "Well alrighty then, I guess it's just us three today then." She says. "Yep" I reply before closing my eyes and falling asleep. "Just us three." I say before dozing off.