I got home and made me some soup.
I sat in the quite.
In the dark.
I felt like shit.
Zulia and I wasn't friends anymore AGAIN! I had nobody to talk to.
I couldn't talk to my momma.
Greg was gone, and my new friend I connected to more then likely committed suicide.
I just wanted to finally meet my baby.
I really needed a friend.
Brittney seem like she would of been the true friend I needed.
I'm glad I got to know her.
I understood why Greg chose to be with her.
As I drove home, I started to feel harder cramps at the bottom of my stomach.
I pulled up infront of my apartment and called my doctor.
"Hi! Doctor Pat.. I was wondering if I could come in and you could see me. Lately I've been having some pains."
"Sure Storm..come in 2 hours."
I smiled, "Ok, see you then."
I hung up and went on Facebook.
I went straight to Brittney's facebook page.
I seen some family members telling her RIP.
I saw a women comment on her Facebook wall name Franky Davis.
She looked just like Brittney in the face.
I wrote her, "Hi, I'm Storm.. I'm Brittney's friend . Are you her mother ?"
Franky read the message and didn't reply.
So I wrote again, "I'm the one who call 911. She past out in my apartment. I'm the last person to see her. I just want to know what happen."
She read it again then the little bubble popped up.
She was writing me.
I bit my lip. I was so nervous.
Then the bubble disappeared.
She stopped writing me.
What the fuck?
That shit pissed me off so bad.
I threw my phone on the passenger side of the car and started crying again.
My stomach started cramping again.
But this time, it was intense.
I cringed.
I was 7 months , almost 8.
Maybe it was just Braxton Hicks.
I made it to the doctors office.
The pain was getting so unbearable.
I felt like I was going to pass out.
"Come on sweetie , let me see what's going on." Dr.Pat said to me.