I sat in the living room of my mothers new apartment. The walls were bland and kind of dingy. Jim forced her to move out of our original home because he lost his job and couldn't help pay for it anymore. Honestly, I believe he's got my mother hooked on drugs and alcohol. Her long blonde hair was brittle, and her eyes were dark. Her skin had lost its vibrant peach color and she was very skinny. I came over here because I know she can give me advice on what to do with Zoey. It's been a whole week and we haven't talked since that night. For all I know, he could be with Keira right now. I shrugged the thought away and played with the ends of my burgundy sweater. My mom stepped out of the ill colored green kitchen and sat down in the chair in front of me.
I could tell she was either high or drunk. Hopefully she's not too far gone that she won't give me some bullshit explanation on what to do.
"Momma, can I talk to you about something that's going on with me and Zoey?" I asked softly.
"Go ahead love bug.." She slurred. "Mommas ready to listen to ya'."
"Well, we were doing fine, and hadn't had a argument in forever. We were in a great place. But then his ex girlfriend came back into town. And oh my gosh, she's such a bitch."' I huffed. "Just her being in my presence makes my blood boil. Anyways, she's been lowkey trying to get to Zoey, and she did. Apparently, he want over her house and just talked. But the way she came at me at the party she had, makes me assume it was something more. Y-You don't think he would cheat on me, right momma?" I choked up, my eyes becoming watery.
"Oh hush up girl." She hiccuped. "That boy loves you, and he wouldn't hurt you like that. He loves you, I saw it every time I saw y'all together. I don't believe he would cheat, not all men are dogs..." She trailed off and looked down at the floor. "Baby pass me that bottle by your chair."
"No momma." I sighed. "You're drunk enough."
"You should talk to that girl." She went back to our conversation. "And apologize to Zoey.. He ain't mean no harm, you're supposed to trust him baby, not jump off the rim and go off of some girls word."
She was right. I should've took his word and actually listened to what he had to say instead of just blowing up. I had to talk to him. I stood to my feet and gave my mom a kiss on the cheek before sauntering out of the apartment building and going out to my car. I started the car and grabbed my phone out of my purse and texted Zoey. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't text back honestly. I was just hoping he would for my sanity. I couldn't take this not speaking to him anymore. It was killing me because I just missed his company so much.
I was at a red light when my phone vibrated against my thigh. I looked down to see a text from Zoey agreeing to meet at our usual spot at the park. Every chance we got, we come to the top of the hill to just bask in the calmness and quietness. I would lay in his arms and he would whisper sweet nothings into my ear. I missed us being that happy, without worrying about people ruining our relationship. My hands drummed nervously against the steering wheel as I pulled into the parking lot of the park. I rubbed my sweaty palms against my jeans and sighed heavily.
2 painful hours passed before his headlights were in my view. I watched him get out of his car and lean against the door of his car. I took a deep breath and got out, walking over to him. The serious look on his face told me his heart at the moment was colder. His eyes no longer hand the shimmer they used to when he saw me. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and licked my lips before speaking.
"I just brought you here to apologize for the way I acted last week." I started. "I was wrong for what I did, and I should've listened to you. I know if the roles were switched, you would've listened to me instead of just blowing up."
"I hear you Savannah, I do." He sighed. "As long as we been together I ain't never gave you no reason to not trust me. I've never fucked around on you, ever. Just cause she my ex-girlfriend doesn't mean she's an exception."
"I understand that now Zoey." I rubbed my arm.
"I think we need a break Savannah, seriously." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"N-No." My eyes welled up with tears. "We can work through this Zoey."
"I still love and care about you babygirl." He held my face up. "Anytime you need me ima be here. But for now we just need some time apart.."
He softly kissed my lips and wrapped his arms around me. All I could do was bask in the moment and take in his cologne for what felt like the last time. After a few minutes, he let go and kissed my forehead before getting into his car and driving off into the darkness. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest and trampled. My stomach turned uneasily. Without Zoey, there was an empty space in my life. A hole that needed to be filled.
I drove as fast as I could home. I just wanted to be in the comfort of my own bed where I could cry my feelings out. I didn't want to speak to anyone because of the pain I felt. This pain was different from any other pain I had ever experienced. I had lost my soulmate over a dumb mistake. As I pulled into the driveway, all the lights in the house were off. I quietly entered the house and sadly trailed up the stairs to my bedroom. I kicked my shoes off and stripped out of my clothing. Zoey's hockey jersey was thrown across my bed causing my pain to deepen. I pulled the over sized jersey over myself and laid down under the covers. A collage of pictures from a previous date night sat on my night stand, causing me to sigh heavily. I turned the picture over and proceeded to cry myself to sleep.
I was awoken out of my sleep by cramps. It was normal, so I didn't worry about it much. I always had cramps before my period started. I held my stomach as I went to the hall bathroom and took 2 Tylenol pills. I gulped down a glass of water and had intentions on going back to sleep as soon as I closed my eyes. But obviously, my body had other plans. I tossed and turned for hours, unable to get comfortable. The cramps were intensifying by the minute. Something just didn't feel right. I limped back to the bathroom and pulled my underwear down, my eyes bulging seeing spots of dark red blood in my panties. I rushed back to my bedroom and called Breaunna, hoping she was awake.
"Why the fuck are you calling me this early Savannah?" She groaned into the phone.
"I'm bleeding Bre." I cried.
"Get a tampon, plug it up, and go to sleep." She said sarcastically.
"No Bre seriously." I croaked. "There's blood and my period doesn't start for another 2 weeks. I need you to take me to the hospital because I don't want to wake my dad or Regina. Please."
"Oh shit." I heard her sit up quickly. "I'll be there soon."
I hung up and started slowly changing into a sweatshirt and sweatpants. The cramps had gotten to the point where I wanted to scream. I was scared and didn't know exactly what was going on. It had gotten to the point where my lip was bleeding from where I was biting down so hard to keep from screaming. I had just got done sliding my feet into my UGGs when I heard Bre's car pull up. I slowly made my way down the steps and out to the car. Bre didn't even say a word, she just sped to the hospital.
Minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of the emergency room. Bre helped me out and inside the building. I waited in the waiting area while Bre got all the paperwork and such. A nurse came out and took us to a back room and got me situated, hooking me up to several machines. She spoke calmly to me but I couldn't understand a word she was saying to me because I had zoned her out from the pain. After she checked everything and left, the doctor came in. I watched him lift my shirt up and put a cold blue substance on there. He then moved a wand like mechanism over my stomach. It then occurred to me that he was doing an ultrasound.
Bre let out a loud gasp and my heart fell to my stomach seeing a small flicker on the screen. It was small, but it was there. These weren't just simple period pains, I had almost miscarried...
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Savannah was just your average young 16 year old girl. She was the shy girl at every high school party, standing against the wall sipping punch. She was the girl that scanned the cafeteria fearfully during lunchtime. She was the girl no boys glanced...