2 September 2012
Wow. So much drama :'(
*Drew's POV* Tap. Tap. Tap. My fingers constantly came into contact with the smooth black leather steering wheel of Justin's range rover. The car's digital clock showed the numbers 11:23. Seven minutes until my appointment, and I still sat outside the Maple Leaf Clinic, unable to move from fear. I've done so much I shouldn't have today. I've booked an abortion - without Justin knowing. I've left the lodge - without Justin knowing. I've 'borrowed' his car - without Justin knowing. I'm about to get an abortion he didn't want - without Justin knowing. I'm so dead. But then again, I'm dead either way. I either have the baby he wants, and be miserable, or get an abortion now, and be happy. I guess I hadn't thought about Justin's happiness. He loved me didn't he? Aren't I enough? Well, I'm going to have to be. 11:26. I have to go in now. My feet were glued to the floor of the car, my entire body sweating so much I was sticking to the seat. I prised my hands off the wheel, and opened the car door, immediately being hit in the face with a chilly ice wind. I gritted my teeth and braced myself to be swept away, and stepped out of the range rover...
*Justin's POV* I give up. "Mom, where's Drew? I haven't seen her anywhere" I asked my Mother, sitting casually on the sofa flipping through a glossy magazine. She took a hesitating sip of her hot chocolate with a soft frown on her face. "She went out... She took your car. Didn't she tell you?". Drew. Out. Car. Holy ****. My entire world was beginning to collapse around me as my Mother's words and Drew's actions fell into place. She can't do this. I'm not going to let her. Fuck! She took my car! "Mom, I need you to drive me somewhere, and fast" I babbled, and my Mother had no idea why I was in such a hurry. "What? Why? Where?" she asked, her words a messy blur in my swirling mind. I reached forward and grabbed her hand, forcing her to put the hot chocolate down, and let me drag her out of the lodge.
It was my job to narrow down the clinics. It wasn't that hard. Drew hated driving, so she would easily have gone for the closest one possible. I was right. We pulled up in the parking lot with an ear-splitting shriek, the car's wheels sliding briefly along the ice. I was out of the car before we'd even stopped. I ignored my Mother's questions as to 'Why we were here', and leapt out of the vehicle. I could see Drew across the lot, beginning to walk slowly over to the building that was the death of our baby. I ran. I ran so fast I thought my legs would fall off. I slipped and slid along the ice, calling out her name until we came face to face. I knew there wasn't much of a good way to stop her, so I wrapped my arms tight around her, and buried my head in her shoulder. "Justin, get off, there's nothing you can say-" she began, but I refused to let her finish. We were only ten foot away from no baby. I couldn't let her kill it without a second thought. "Just listen to me!" I begged her, pulling back with my hands firmly set on her shoulders. My gaze was intense and full of deep meaning, I just hoped she could see it. Here goes, the words that could possibly save our child. "I need you. I need you more than anything in the world Drew, and I first need you to understand that. Baby or no baby, you are mine, and nothing will change that, but... I just... I... I..." I was stuttering, and you could see that Drew's previous captivation with my speech was beginning to falter. Spit it out. "I know you don't want this baby, but I do. I want this baby so much, I was already planning out where we'd live and what her room would look like". It became better and better, until the words I was speaking were pure from the heart tales. "I've done so much for you Drew, and I never, not once, expected anything back other than your love. But now... Now I want this. I have given you everything you want, and I still will. Just ask, and it's yours, but... Why can't you give me something I want. Just this once?". My hands had worked their way down to hers, until we were linked together. Drew's face was so confusing right now. She still looked like she despised the baby inside her, but she also looked like.. Like maybe she could give it a chance. Closing argument. "Our baby was an accident, yes. I can admit that maybe having unprotected sex in my old school was a bit stupid and now, very ironic, but that's my fault. And you know what?". I took a step forward, my eyes locked on her ever changing expressions. "I am so proud of it". And then I kissed her. For the first time in days, Drew's kiss was like ice cold water in the Sahara desert. It was cool, and sweet, and a blessing sent down from heaven. I've just saved our baby. I'm going to be a Dad. I-. Drew had pulled back, her face had fallen. Her eyes were deep and lost as she tried to come to terms with what was happening to her. Her hands moved to her stomach, her brow furrowing together as she began to keel over. She fell to the ground with a head-aching cry. I couldn't hear anything as I screamed for help. I saw Drew's mouth opening and closing as she cried out in clear pain. I was crying, and my throat was scratchy and hoarse from screaming so loud - but it did get attention. Doctors and nurses poured out of the clinic, rushing to Drew's side as my Mother came over to help. I was the only one standing around the chaos. Everybody else was on the floor, right beside Drew as she continued to scream. I couldn't move. I couldn't look at her face. My body wouldn't let me. Four words emanated from the main Doctor's mouth; the only four words I could hear. "She's having a miscarriage".
*Drew's POV* I screamed and screamed, partly from pain, but partly because I couldn't call out his name. I could see him, standing rigidly still as he stared out over the Canadian landscape, but he refused to look at me; to even acknowledge my existence. That hurt more than what felt like a spear being forced through all the bones and complications of my lower abdomen. It felt like somebody was trying to rip the baby out of me with their bare hands, clawing away at my stomach, and then working their way down to where the baby was growing. Doctors and nurses swamped around me, shouting and ordering each other around as they did funny things to my stomach and injected anti-biotic into me. Why won't he look at me? Justin, please. I need you. I need our baby. What's going on? Why won't you talk to me? I realised I wasn't speaking the words aloud when nobody bothered to answer. Salty tears ran down my cheeks, my chin, my neck, as Justin slowly turned his head to lock gazes with me. His eyes were black, like something inhuman and ferocious, ready to pounce on it's prey at any moment. The look he gave me translated into something like: "It's your fault".
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