Holy Angel

58. Wasn't the Right Time

Miya/Mela
Back in Cali

It's been almost a week since she was in his presence and she was feeling sick without him. Mentally and physically. She barely spoke to him since the first day he left and she was wondering if it was something she said or did.

It was only a couple weeks away from her starting her trip and all she wanted to do was lay up with him and chill but he was nowhere in sight or even responding to her messages or answering her calls.

Feeling her mouth water intensely and the pressure rising in her throat, Mela jumped off her couch and ran to the nearest bathroom, but sadly didn't make it in time and threw up on her hardwood floor. She groaned loudly as she slid her back against the wall, down onto the floor.

Mela grabbed the glasses off her face and threw them down the hall as she leaned over onto her side to curl into a ball. Her stomach felt as though it was in sharp knots. She's been feeling these kinds of pain since she woke up this morning and she thought it was just stomach cramps and took pain medicine for it. It worked for a little while, but the pain came rushing back, quicker and harder than earlier.

She heard her front door open and closed but the sudden sharp pain that was shooting from her uterus up to her stomach made her stay still in pain.

"Miya!?" She heard her name being called by her father. In too much pain to say anything, she groaned, hoping that he could have hear her.

"Miya?" His voice was coming closer and she thanked God that he was coming.

She could hear him gasp in shock. "Princess what's wrong?" He quickly ran over to her to get on her level.

"I-I don't know." Her voice cracked. She could feel the tears coming due to how much pain she was in. It was as if someone was stabbing her abdomen repeatedly.

"We got to get you to the hospital." His voice was shaking as he picked her up bridal style and rushed out of the house. The sun instantly blinded his sensitive eyes.

"I need my glasses." She mumbled as her father put her inside of the front seat of his car.

"Are you complaining about glasses when I found you curled up in a ball with throw up next to you? Do you really need those fucking glasses?" He looked at her strange before closing the car door and rushing to go shut and lock her front door before speeding to the driver side of the car, getting inside and starting his car up to back out of the drive way, and onto the street to speed down the road.

The whole ride there she couldn't think straight. The only thing that was on her mind was how excruciating the pain was. She never felt this kind of pain before in her life.

"Oh my gosh." She cried as she tried to curl into a ball into the chair, but failed miserably and placed her head on her knees with her hands on her stomach.

"I'm going princess, I'm going." She could hear the engine roaring as he sped through light traffic.

Mela closed her eyes tightly, hoping that the pain could just end already.

Twenty more minutes of agonizing pain they were finally in the hospital parking lot. Mela quickly opened the car door and jumped out of the car. She was tired of the pain. She couldn't take it anymore.

She could feel her dad grabbing on her to hold her upright as they both walked towards the entrance of the E.R. When they walked in Mela could feel all eyes on her, and with the next few words that came out of the nurses mouth made her world stop.

"Oh my gosh, ma'am. You're bleeding terribly!"

"No." Mela shook her head as she looked down at her shorts. They were soaked in blood. As she used her hand to touch her pants the feeling of her shorts made her snatched her hand away.