Keon shot me a cold glare before scooping Kizzie into his arms, his voice laced with anger. “Don’t think I didn’t hear what happened! Kizzie came here out of kindness and this is how you treat her? I never realized you could be so... petty.”
I lay there on the cold floor, my eyelids growing heavier by the second. My lips trembled as I tried to explain.
“No, I didn’t—she pushed—”
“Cut the act, Kelsey! Are you really trying to pin the blame on Kizzie? Do you even hear yourself? She’s so delicate she can’t even open a bottle cap and you expect me to believe she pushed you? Besides, Kizzie has a good heart—why would she do something like that? Kelsey, since when did you become this kind of person?!”
With that, Keon carried Kizzie downstairs. As he passed me, he kicked me aside like I was nothing more than trash.
“If you like lying there so much, then just stay there. Don’t get in my way.”
Kizzie turned her head, flashing me a smug, victorious smile.
The sound of an engine roared to life outside. My vision blurred, fading into darkness.
I couldn’t let myself pass out despite the killing pain in my stomach wasn’t normal.
Keon wasn’t coming back for me—I had to take care of myself.
It took a long time before I could gather enough strength to grab the railing and pull myself up.
Worried that something might start leaking out of me on the way, cab wasn't in any of my options. I had no choice but to walk to the hospital.
The night soon covered the entire sky. The shift nurse at the ER took one look at the blood soaking my clothes and rushed to get me checked in.
The doctor flipped through my earlier records. He asked as he shook his head.
“Three weeks in and you already had an amniocentesis? The pregnancy wasn’t even stable yet! Your uterus is in distress, contracting from the trauma—and with a fall down the stairs on top of that… I’m sorry, but the baby probably won’t make it.”
After the exam, the doctor grew even more frustrated.
“You’ve been hemorrhaging this whole time and you just powered through the pain? Do you have a death wish?!”
I just let out a long breath—then, unexpectedly, I laughed.
“Doctor, just go ahead and terminate the pregnancy.”
From the moment I learned the truth, I had felt nothing but disgust toward the tiny, unformed thing inside me.
Now, it was gone.
***
Good.
This baby had been nothing but a bad dream—one I was finally waking up from.