Authors Note: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm swappped in schooll work. I hope you enjoyed the the last chapter even though it was quite sad. I just needed a little actions and a little pain, Enjoy. Love you lots.
Dakota Point Of View:
I watched as Trey's face crumbled before me. His eyes widen as the doctor carried on with his words. And before I could even say anything, Trey had fallen on his knees. My mind was raced with so many thoughts.
How could this happen?
The baby is dead?
I can't believe this. I can't fucking believe that this shit happened.
What about Trey? How is he going to handle this. He's going to be a complete wreck.
And I was right. Trey was a complete wreck. I couldn't believe it either. None of us could. Everyone stared with blank faces as Trey cried on the ground. His hand were on his face now and hot tears streamed down his face. I didn't know what else to do so I cried with him. I pulled him into a hug and he wrapped his arms around me as we kneeled on the cold waiting room floor.
"Its going to be okay. It going to be okay." I repeated, tears filling my eyes. There was so much pain in this moment. Yes, the baby was not mine, but it still felt like a part of me because it was a part of Trey.
"How could this shit happen?" he screamed in my shoulder. "I did everything right. Everything." His screams increased in volume.
I didn't say anything. What else could I say. His child had died. The unborn child that I know he loved dearly. And I realized that this is what it felt like. This was some shitty stuff. This was some fucking, real ass, raw ass PAIN.
Days Later:
"Hey." I say quietly, walking into the room where Angell sits on the hospital bed. She stares ahead, her eyes filled with pure pain and sorrow. Her eyes are swollen and red from the tears. Her chocolate colored hair is everywhere. Her lips cracked and white. She glances at me and for some reason, I can't help but feel guilt.
"Hi." She says.
I sit on the chair that is next to her bed, but then I get up and sit with her. I don't know why I'm acting so affectionate. Of course, I have sympathy. She just lost her child. The one she changed her whole life for. This child was the thing that kept her going, and now, it was gone. I don't feel like myself acting this way but right now, I really don't give a shit. She needs someone and even though we aren't really close, I'll be there for her.
"I'm sorry." Is all I can say. And she looks at me, her face suddenly self-destructing.
"I have no one. I have fucking no one now." She wipes the tears from her face, but they keep going. "What the fuck am I going to do now? My dad is moving and my mom kicked me out. And I lost my child. This baby was the only thing I really loved in this world." The tears ran down her face now. She started sobbing.
I just stared for a second, not really sure of what to do. I just felt so bad for her. Yes, she had a past reputation and she was the slut of the school but she had changed. For the better. And now...She has nothing.
I grabbed her hand and looked her straight in the eyes.
"I know we were never friends like that and we never really got along. But...I'm here for you okay." Tears started streaming down my face now. "I don't know how you feel. You lost you damn baby, Your child. And I know if feels like some shitty shit. But you have to keep going. I'm here for you, okay?"
She nods and then, I pull her into a hug She sobs in my shoulder just as Trey had. I rub her back.
"Thank you, Dakota. Thank you."
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I sit on the last bench of the bleachers in the gym. I dribble the basketball with my left hand and stare at the ceiling. I had to get away from it all for a second. All of the crying and all of the pain, its starting to make me depressed. And I'm not complaining about it, because I understand it. I understand all of it, because I've been through so much in these past months. But I don't want it to change me. There are still a lot of things I don't understand. I don't even know.
I get up and dribble the ball. But there is no rhythm this time. The ball doesn't feel comfortable in my pain. There's no power. Only weakness. I mumble a curse word under my breath and I shoot. The ball goes in the opposite direction of the hoop. When I turn around, Ayanna faces me. Sorrow is written all over her face.
"I'm so sorry Dakota." She says quietly. "I'm so sorry."
I walk towards her.
"This life is so shitty." She says. "So fucking shitty.
"I know." I say. "I've experienced so much of it."
"How are you?"
"How do you fucking think?"
She repeats 'I'm sorry', over and over and then out of nowhere I start to cry. Ayanna pulls me into a hug.
"It's okay to feel helpless. It's okay to cry." She whispers into my ear. I snob in her chest. "It's okay to feel pain. It's what makes us humans."
Author's Note: Thank you all for being there for me. Thank you all for reading. This chapter really made cry and sad. I hope that you all enjoyed it. I love you alll, lots.
