I laid in bed, Tom at his job.
He works for a moving company; helps people transfer their furniture and whatnot to their new home. He gets paid over twenty dollars an hour, so it's a swell job. Our yesterday lovemaking really left me breathless and exhausted. But did he really have to be so rough? I don't know and I actually don't care. I got up and instantaneously an agonizing cramp bit at my abdomen.
I finished my period last week; I can't be starting again today. That's impossible.
I ran to the bathroom and pulled down my bloody panties, seeing the thick, clotted crimson flowing down my thighs. The pain increased rapidly as I laid myself down on the floor, pushing out the blood until I upchucked the dinner from last night. Rotten placental fluid trickled out of my uterus.
Placental fluid?! But that meant...
I called the doctor to come over and when he told me the news, I immediately lost it. I cling to the doctor's arms and sobbed wretchedly into his shirt, cursing at myself for not knowing sooner or later about the life that was in me.
"Emily? I'm home," said Tom.
I buried my face in my knees, still crying over the accident.
"Emily? What's wrong?"
He came over, putting his arm around me. I lifted my head and faced him bravely, teeth chattering.
The tears rolled out of my eyes as I stammered, "I-I-I...l-l-l-lost...it."
"Lost what?"
Keep your shit together, Emily. It's the best way to be calm.
"I lost a baby," I wept.
His eyes faded in a blend of both the indigo and the ice-blue.
Is he gonna slap me or?-
I slapped him fiercely across the face, leaving a red mark bursting over his pale coloring. "I LOST A FUCKING BABY!!!" I screeched.
I shoved him off the couch and began to throw things over the house, pushing everything off their stands and ripping papers. Anger bubbled in my body; frustration and death pulsed in my veins as I kicked the walls.
"EMILY!! STOP RIGHT NOW!!" Tom roared, seizing my wrists and pinioning them behind my back.
I sobbed, hot water spewing out of their ducts violently.
"I'm such a dumb-ass, selfish whore!!" I cried.
Tom cradled me gently, murmuring shush noises in my ear.
"It's not your fault, baby. It's not your fault," he reiterated.
"I lost a baby and I didn't even know I was pregnant," I bawled.
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Our Wild Spirits
General FictionIf only I had another chance at life, thought insecure Emily when she seeks shelter in the arms of her gentle, ruggedly beautiful boyfriend Tom from the abusive clutches of her father after his sadistic beating. She finally finds the freedom she's b...
