2 months later
"Are you sure you want to make this decision?" Mia asked me as we sat in the chair
"I'm positive." I said and rolled my eyes
I have my reasons now and I had them then.
Nothing is going to change my mind, not even seeing his face at this very moment will.
**Flashback to 1 month earlier**
After that night at his house we haven't talked since. I think he got the picture that I was done with him when I slammed his car door and told him to delete my number.
I've been thinking about him daily though. I hate that I have, I hate that he has been crossing my mind. For someone that has done me so cold, the thought of him doesn't even deserve to share a brain with my other daily thoughts.
You have to be a special kind of ain't shit for you go do an entire case based around a guy that has done me dirty and shitted on me a million times, cheated me and stole from me, downplayed me in the lowest way possible, just for you turn around and do me the same way— but differently.
Ugh.
Mia: Let's go to the mall... you need to get out the house.
4:24 PM
I don't wanna leave the house.
4:25 PM
Mia: Too late, I'm already out here.
4:27 PM
I rolled my eyes and stomped to the door. I opened the door for her and sat back on the couch.
"Girl, if you don't get on some damn clothes." She said
"I don't wanna leave the house."
"That has been your favorite line for... some weeks now." She said and rolled her eyes
"And it's still my favorite." I said and pulled the cover over me
"I don't understand why you're so unmotivated to leave the house." She said
"What do you mean you don't know why? I have nothing to do. No firms are calling me back, no businesses are accepting my offers... I'm starting to lose hope."
"You're your worst enemy, apply yourself. Apply yourself in aspects you've never thought you'd be in. I'm not saying throw yourself at men or anything, but be a bit more flamboyant." She said
I shrugged, "I guess you're right. I could've thought of that." I said and pushed my cover back
"So, you're coming to the mall with me?" She smiled
"Yeah, I guess I will." I said and shrugged
"I've been starving all day, are there any pretzel places around the mall?"
"Pretzels? You hate pretzels."
"I said the same thing, but I want some cinnamon covered pretzels like.. really bad so, yeah." I shrugged
She raised an eyebrow, "Okay...well I think there is a pretzel place over there." She said
Great!
I got dressed in anything, literally, pulled my hair in a ponytail, grabbed what I need and walked out behind Mia.
The first place we hit was the pretzel place, and after that I did a bit of shopping. Shopping is indeed therapeutical and I don't know why I denied coming out to do it at first.
"I don't feel too well." I said and sat down at the nearest bench
"What's wrong?"
"I think I had too many damn pretzels." I chuckled
"Yeah, you ate two cup fulls." Mia replied
I sighed, "I don't know... is there a bathroom near?" I asked
"You about to blow it up!" She laughed
"No, I'm just feeling nauseous." I replied
She made a concerned face, "I think there's one down that way." She said, pointing in a direction to her left.
"Okay." I said and got up and slowly walked to the bathroom.
It was as if my stomach sensed when I was there because the moment I walked in I vomited into the toilet.
When I thought I was done I walked out of the stall and ran some water over my face and wiped it off.
"Are you okay?" Mia asked, walking in.
"Maybe I did have too many pretzels." I said
She observed my face, "Let's get you home." She said
I agree.
I laid my head against the car the entire ride.
When we got inside I plopped right on the couch.
Mia sat next to me and rubbed my leg.
"Now, though I didn't obtain my degree because I changed majors— you know I took up nursing classes and I know a bit about early pregnancy and this—" she started
"Oh, no. Just because someone vomits doesn't mean they're automatically pregnant, plus the only guy I've had sex with recently used a condom."
"There are possibilities that they could break or rip if he was too big for it, were defective before usage, wasn't put on thoroughly and slipped off and he could've not told you, if you were intoxicated it could've been a time where you thought he used one or he thought he did and you didn't.. anything."
She explained
"But what are the chances of that?" I said, full of sarcasm.
"You'd actually be surprised how common it is in mistaken pregnancies!" She said
"Well what are you telling me for? There's such a small chance of that being a possibility, I'm not even ruling that out. I could very well have ate too many pretzels and or have gotten food poisoning." I replied
"You're so snappy... let me see your stomach." She said and reached for my shirt
"What? No." I said and pushed her hand back
"Taylor, quit being an asshole and let me see— I before anyone would know. I took two years of nursing." She said and reached for my shirt again.
"First lay down." She instructed
I sighed and laid down, she lifted my shirt and observed my stomach and then rubbed it softly in certain spots.
"I want you to take a pregnancy test, or let's go to the doctor." She said
"Really?!" I asked, sitting up
"Better to be safe than sorry." She replied
"I'll go get it." She added
I shrugged and allowed her to leave. She came back in no time, she must've went to the Walgreens down the street.
"Here." She said and passed it to me
I walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
I did what I thought you'd typically have to do and stepped out.
"What does it say?" She asked
"I don't know, I walked out before the results popped up." I said
I deep down feel like I am only because out of the last time Chris and I had sex I had my doubts about if he put the condom on or if he punctured it because he was thirsty. I never concealed this but he also texted me that same night he dropped me off and said the condom may have ripped or been punctured but I never replied because I just knew the possibilities were so low. Also because I didn't want to talk to him either.
"So you are pregnant, like I said." Mia said, coming out of the bathroom.
"Excuse me while I go cry." I said and went into my bedroom. She indeed gave me the space I needed, but when I came out the bathroom she was already on my heels about going to the doctor to figure out how far along I am and what am I going to do.
•
After the doctors visit, I had already came up with a decision. I'm one month along and I'm ready to go through with my decision now.
"Are you really about to do this?" Mia asked
"Yeah, Mia." I replied
"Think about it first, Taylor."
"I thought about it two weeks ago and on my way to the doctors office and when she told me the news, I think that's enough thinking." I said
"Don't you think that's a selfish decision, though. I know women get abortions because they can't take care of the baby, or the child was conceived horribly but.. you're making damn near six figures and last time I checked the sex was consensual." She said as she periodically glanced at me
"And last time I checked this was my body and my decision. Why would I have a baby by a man I'm not with, was never with or is never going to be with, and someone I cut off all contact with. And let me please not forget to add how wrong he treated me, I have all the right to do this. Hell, I've only known him for damn near a year and he was my attorney! It's too soon." I said
"There's people like me that can't have children and here you are throwing your opportunity away." She said and shook her head
"I hear your side and I feel for you, and I'm so sorry about that. But, this is again my body and decision."
She didn't reply, we just drove.
A week later
I took myself to the abortion clinic, only for them to tell me I had to be at least 8 weeks for them to perform the abortion. I never heard of anything like that but I was told it varies from state and clinic so, here I am waiting until my two month mark.
**End of flashback**
"Are you going to at least tell him?" She asked me
"No, Mia, what will I tell him for if I'm not keeping it?"
"So he can at least know."
"There's no pur—"
"I told him to come here." She blurted our
"What?!!"
"Taylor, I really think you need to talk to him before you make this decision. You didn't make this baby on your own and I think you're only settling for this decision because you're scared, so he deserves to aid in your decision."
"Mia, I can't believe you. I oughta slap you right now." I said and looked at her in disbelief
"Slap me, kill me, but he's coming. You won't be making this decision on your own.. you need his help, because you're not listening to me."
"I don't need to listen to anyone! But myself, actually! How he hell did you even find his contact?" I asked
"He's one of the best known lawyers in town, it wasn't hard." She replied
"Ugh, I hate you, I do." I said and rolled my eyes and sat back angrily
I closed my eyes and rested my hand over my face and waited on my name to get called.
I smelled a very familiar scent and felt a presence sit next to me, and it was weird but I knew they were staring at me.
I slowly removed my hand and opened my eyes, and there sat Chris next to me. He stared at me with so many words written on his face, I could only roll my eyes and look away.
Nothing is going to change my mind, not even seeing his face at this very moment will.
Ria ✍🏽