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Arabian Kapri Nelson August 16, 2023 Miami, FL
ARABIAN' sat on the cold marble bathroom floor, with her knees against her chest and head in between her knees feeling multiple hits of cramps hit her from every side of her stomach. She didn't think she would be having to throw up while going through this.
She couldn't even brush her teeth without having to throw up after, if she drunk some water throwing up. She already dropped twenty pounds in the last week, the liquid diet wasn't helping she just chose not to eat because she'll know the after math of it.
She was tired.
"Bee, I'm hungry" Ava knocked on the door softly, Arabian blew out a shaky breath slowly standing to her feet walking towards the door. "Do you know what you want?" Ava nodded her head walking in front of Arabian holding her hand.
"I just want some noodles, you make them good" Arabian hummed grabbing a pot accidentally dropping it on the floor, feeling pressure on her clitoris. Ava ran inside of the kitchen staring at Arabian on the floor crying out in pain.
"Are you okay?, I'll call Fari" standing up from the floor rushing towards the bathroom feeling wetness forming, grabbing the door handle pushing open the door discarding her shorts.
Glancing away from the blood coated shorts, walking towards the toilet sitting down laying her head on her knees. "Bee, you're making me cry. Are you okay!" Ava cried knocking on the door not hearing anything from Arabian but her cries while pushing out the big blood cloth.
Arabian pulled open the bathroom door wiping her tears, leaning down picking up a sleeping Ava in her arms going upstairs laying Ava in her bed. Walking out of the room walking towards the bedroom to take a shower and change.
Standing underneath the steaming hot water, that was burning her skin, but she didn't know. Her body felt completely numb now knowing she wasn't carrying the baby anymore, knowing everything that happened was real and wasn't a dream. Knowing she might not ever get the chance to become a mother.
Stepping out of the shower, grabbing onto the glass door feeling herself become nauseous due to being inside of the hot shower for an whole hour. Everytime she washed herself more blood kept spilling out, it wouldn't stop. It wouldn't.
Holding the towel around her body, picking up her phone staring at the mention in somebody Instagram story she didn't mess with. It wasn't just one person, it was five of them talking about her. Laughing and making fun of her about getting shot almost dying, and losing her baby.
