Page 540 of Hell Hath No Fury
All of a sudden, my phone rings, and Cole’s name flashes on the screen. I close my eyes, not wanting to answer the call, but eventually, I’ll have to.
“Hello?”
“Hey, babe!” he answers enthusiastically. “I just wanted to let you know I’ll be staying a week. The coach wants me to see the team in action and meet a few people.”
I clear my throat. “Sounds promising.”
“God, it is. You should see the place. It’s a dream come true.”
My chest tightens, and the wave of nausea threatens to wash over me. This is his dream coming true. If I have this baby, his dreams will be ruined.
“Listen, I’ve got to head into class. I’ll call you later?”
“Yeah …. Alexa, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Taking a deep breath, I end the call and stare into the long corridor. My mind won’t stop. All these thoughts and questions but no answers. My phone pings again, then again, text messages from my sisters over this new scandal involving my parents. Apparently, it worsened overnight, explaining why my parents left early this morning. I don’t know the whole picture, but it has something to do with my father's business partner and hookers. The business partner was caught in some police sting,and because my father has ties with him, it’s dragging our family name with it.
Mom has called the best legal team in the country to represent my father and his company, given it’s not Mom’s field. She specializes mainly in family law.
But nevertheless, my family is up for a difficult time, especially since the media is all over this, and according to Ava, made front page news.
My pregnancy will make it all worse.
I glance at the glass door to my classroom but then decide against entering. Instead, I rush out the main door and run straight for my car. Quickly pulling out my phone again, I google the closest clinic to visit. There are so many on my maps, but I choose the closest one and start driving. It’s only ten minutes away, but ten minutes inside my head is a living nightmare.
When I pull up, two ladies are standing out front carrying signs. One of the signs says I am pro-life. The other is more disturbing as it says, Save The Unborn, with a picture of a fetus in a womb.
The tightness inside my chest restricts my breathing, but the longer I sit here, the harder it is for me to move. Placing my sunglasses on, I yank off my blazer and throw a Nike sweater over my blouse.
Then, I count to three …
One … two … three.
My exit of the car and running straight to the front doors to escape the two women is fast and intentional. I don’t need anyone making me feel any more terrified than I am right now.
Inside the clinic, it’s a different atmosphere. It feels safe and non-judgmental.
The weight of my decision all begins here.
I either walk out of this place, prepare for my life to change forever and carry the responsibility of a child, plus also ruin the lives of Cole and my family.
Or … I choose what is right for everyone at this very moment in my life.
Either way, the choice is mine.
To be Continued inCraving Love…
