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Chapter SIX - Point of NO Return

Chapter SIX

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Aliyah

I woke up once again in the middle of the morning with the sudden urge too pee. I was sweating bullets vigorously as I remember my dream from just seconds ago. I don't know why, but the night at the store replayed in my head over and over like a movie. It wasn't the first time I'd had the dream, and I'm sure it wouldn't be the last. Every time it happens, I make sure I send a simple 'Thank You' up to the man in charge, because Lord knows without him I would have been dead so many times in the past. I know I'm not living the best, but the good Lord keeps me here.

I wiped the numerous sweat beads from my forehead and got up from the bed. My feet touched the cold hard wood floors as I started to make my way towards the adjoined bathroom. My little one was doing me in with these late night and early morning restroom breaks. It was 3:17 in the morning. I'd just woken up a couple of hours ago to go. During a night's sleep I have to pee at least 4 times. I'm glad it's almost over and done with.

I slowly walked towards the door, but didn't make it very far. A piercing scream left the back of my throat as I was hit with a sharp pain in my stomach. I don't know what it was but it knocked all possible breathe out of my body. I bent over and placed my hands on my knees to balance myself. I had to catch my breath as sweat once again formed on my forehead. It got even hotter in here all of a sudden.

I stood bent over until I cooled myself down a bit. I stood up straight trying to make my way to the bathroom once again. I took slow and steady steps this time, but before I knew it another pain erupted within me causing me to almost fall onto the floor. I could feel a liquid running down my legs much like in my dream, but this time I knew it was forreal. I automatically knew what was about to happen in due time. My little prince or princess was coming soon.

I groaned as I clutched the sheets tightly. The pain started to subside slowly within my lower half. This is why I hated living alone. I was here all by myself with no one to help. If Andre hadn't acted stupid, I'd be at the house with him & he could help me with all of this. The past is the past though, my baby is trying his best.

I scooted around to the side of the bed slowly and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I unlocked my iPhone and dialed Andre's number quickly. I put the phone on speaker as I waited to hear his voice. My breathes were coming out in pants as I sat there rubbing my belly. I became fustrated when he didn't pick up on the first call. I tried again and again and  again, but still didn't get an answer.

Tears started to form in my eyes because I felt helpless. I was calling everyone now. I called my mother, Andre's mother, Paris, everyone I could think of but no one answered me. I screamed in frustration as I came across Trent's contact last. I dialed his number and within seconds he picked up the phone. Thank God, someone loves me.

"What the fuck you want this late Liyah? A nigga was knocked." he said in a deep husky voice. It was crazy how much he sounded like Andre right now, but I pushed that to the back of my mind. My baby was on the way soon.

"Shut the fuck up and get over here before I have this damn baby by myself." I breathed heavily into the phone. This was already hard and I haven't even done anything severe yet. I wanted to cry right now, but I tried my best to keep it together. I had to keep my composure.

"Oh shit, my bad sis. Aye Paris, baby get up. Liyah about to have our little niece or nephew" he said and I could here him shuffling in the background. I could tell they were getting up and moving around from this end of the phone. At least somebody cares enough to answer me in the first place.

"Ahhhhhhhhh." I screamed out once again and laid back onto the bed. I knew I had to move and get my stuff together, but right now it hurt too bad. I didn't know what to do about this, because I was so inexperienced. I was sweating heavily and a tear finally escaped my eye. I wiped it away quickly, not wanting to allow myself to cry. Not right now anyway. Something told me I'd be crying a lot during my labor.