my decisions were they wrong or right i say wrong

INTRODUCTION
My mum parked outside the clinic.
“Mum, please I don’t want to do this!” I cried.
“Daffny Louise I don’t care what you want, now get up. You put yourself in this situation,” she said as she grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car.
She walked towards the front desk dragging me along.
“Hello, how may I help you?” A young girl at the counter asks. I can’t even look at her as my mum say the words I knew were coming.
“I would like to schedule an abortion please”.
^the first bit of editing in 'My decisions were they wrong or right? I say wrong?'