I knew he was no good. I was right all along, I was just another chick he fucked on.
What happens when another man comes along?
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Short Story - Ending @ Chapter 15
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6 Months Later
Izaiah still hasn't opened his eyes. The doctors are insisting that we should probably pull the plug, but thats not happening. We all have faith, he will wake up. He has too, we have a daughter to raise.
Pregnancy was treating me well, skin glowing, boobs getting bigger and i'm getting thicker. My hair and nails growing, baby girl is blessing me. I sighed as I looked over myself in the mirror. I looked so exhausted, think its from all the crying I've been doing. Its like I can't catch a break, some shit is always happening. I just wish Iz would wake up. I miss his smile and the life he carried with him.
Malik has reached out to me countless times threatening to kill me if I don't return home and shit. Honestly I don't even know how he got my number, he's probably the reason Iz is in here right now, with his jealous, sick dick having ass. Somebody just needs to kill his ass, maybe he'll finally leave me the fuck alone.
Lately I've been hanging with Yanna, Izzy's sister. She seemed to have confided in me these past couple of months. Izzy was down and she just seemed like she needed a friend. She soon became a little sister to me instantly. Being in Vegas I haven't had time to even make friends.
She literally spent her days at the hospital. She was working on getting her a shop open, but its like when things were about to fall through.. she pushed it aside to see how Izzy was doing. He'd be so disappointed that she was putting him before her work.
****** It was going on 11:30am, Meg was again back at the hospital. She was in checking on Izaiah once again. Once the receptionist seen her, she gave Meg a small smile and gestured her towards Izzy's room. The blonde receptionist felt for Meghan, she was so positive that Izzy was going to wake up, she vowed to be here every single day. She prayed on Meghan and her boyfriend every day. The receptionist hoped he woke up soon, for Meghan's sake and their unborn.
I entered Izzy's room and the atmosphere seemed different, like something bad was going to happen. It made me uneasy. I shook off the negative thoughts running through my mind and sat next to Izzy's side. Today, he looked peaceful and calm. His body seemed more relaxed then normal. He needed a hair cut so bad, his hair was getting so long. I know when he woke up he was going to be pissed. I chuckled a little bit. Man I missed his voice, his touch and most importantly his smile. He was so beautiful.. 🥺
I got up from the bed and went and grabbed a little bit of water and some crackers. I was feeling a little more nauseous then usual today and I was getting bad cramps here and there. I didn't think much of it since I was only 7 months, I still had 8 weeks left before my child was here. I shook the uneasiness away and just sat in the ugly blue chair adjacent from Izzy's bed. I sighed.. when was my baby going to wake up? Its been far too long.
