“Dontae, I’m leaving, I’ll see you tonight,” I yelled to him, about to walk out of the door.
“Breesha, don’t even try me like that girl. Where my hug and kiss at?” he yelled back from the kitchen. I sat my things down and headed over to him. As soon as I was in arms reach, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his lips.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m just running late,” I said to him.
“I’m getting some pussy tonight?” he asked, looking me dead into my eyes.
“Depends on what time my baby goes to sleep,” I said, smiling.
“Hmm, we’ll see. Call me on your break so I can bring you lunch,” he said, and I nodded my head after kissing him one last time.
“I love you,” I told him.
“I love you more,” and with that, I was out the door and on my way to work.
Chapter 20: Sharice
Since leaving Miami, my life has been a total disaster. Yes, I left because I would never be able to face my daughter again after what went down that night, but that was only part of the reason. For the past few weeks, I had been in constant prayer with God. Over the years, I had made my share of poor choices, and I was just coming to God asking for forgiveness. I wanted to get my life in order because I was going through some things, and I needed to do what I had to do because I honestly didn’t have that much time left. I had something very important that I had to tell Dontae, and I just wish that he would be generous enough to let me just see and hold my daughter one last time. Since being here in Atlanta, I couldn’t help but to think if my daughter had asked about me since I had been gone. I wondered if she even missed me. I wondered if she grew to hate me, or if she blamed me for what Fred had done to her. I know that this is my fault, because had I not lied to Dontae about still seeing Fred, then none of this would have transpired.
There were so many signs that were telling me to leave Fred alone but I just couldn’t. I’m not going to even lie, I was never in love with Fred, hell I didn’t even think that I loved him but it wasn’t until I found out that Dontae was in a relationship and I decided to pursue Fred. Honestly, if I could have any man in this world, it would have to be my baby daddy. Dontae was a good man and I wished that I was able to have the qualities that Breesha had, because maybe Dontae would have wanted something with me as well. Never in a million years did I think that my actions would cause my daughter to become a victim of rape. I should have left Fred when he punched my daughter in the back, but I was so stupid that I just let him stay.
I wasn’t even going to give Dontae a heads up that I was coming back to Miami; I was just going to pop up, because I already knew that he wouldn’t agree with me coming. What I had to tell them was very important, and it needed to be said now. I needed to see my daughter one last time, because it might very be the last time that she ever laid eyes on me again. Funny how you don’t start regretting things until after you realized how many times you already fucked up. It was too late for me to have that perfect relationship with Bria because from the looks of it, I could already tell that Breesha was taking my spot, and that hurt me more than dealing with the fact that I haveterminal cancer!
Chapter 21: Breesha
2 MONTHS LATER
I was at work and sitting in my office on my lunch break. Today had been a busy day for the most part. We had a big sale going on with our Malaysian hair this week, so it’s been pretty busy since we opened this morning. I usually leave at 6 p.m. but I think I was going to leave a little earlier today because my head had been killing me all morning. I threw my chicken Caesar salad in the garbage located in my office and went to go use the restroom, having the sudden urge to pee. When I went to wipe myself, I noticed that there was blood on the tissue. I really didn’t know what was going on. I knew for a fact that I wasn’t supposed to be bleeding while I was pregnant, so I hurried up and flushed and washed my hands, and then called my doctor’s office.
“Thank you for calling All Women’s Healthcare, this is Mya speaking, how may I help you?” she asked me.
“Hey Mya, this is Breesha Thomas. I’m not scheduled to come in until next week but I just finished using the restroom and I noticed that I was bleeding. I just wanted to know if that was normal or is this some type of problem,” I asked her, voice trembling. I was so scared at the moment, because I was thinking the worst right now.
“Okay Ms. Thomas, is there any way that you can come into the office now just so we can see what’s going on?” she asked me.
“Yes, that’s fine, I can come,” I told her, walking back inside my office.
I ended the call and said a quick prayer to God that my baby was going to be okay. I walked out of my office and went out front to let Melanie know that I was leaving for the rest of the day. When I got to my car, I quickly dialed Dontae’s number.
“What’s up lil mama?” he said answering the phone.
“Baby, I’m on the way to the doctor’s office right now. I think something maybe wrong with the baby,” I cried into the phone. I wasn’t able to hold it in any longer. I mean, something had to have happened or else I wouldn’t have been bleeding.
“Breesha calm down. Which doctor are you going to?” he asked me.
“The one on the 5th floor at Memorial west,” I said.
“Alright baby, I’ll be there in a few. Everything is going to be okay,” he assured me.
Thirty minutes later, I was pulling into the parking garage of the hospital. When I got into the lobby, I spotted Dontae already siting down in the corner. I ran into his arms and hugged him for dear life. I felt like whatever news that I was about to get, I wasn’t going to like it. I could just feel it now.
“Come on baby, let’s just go see what’s going on,” he said, pulling me in front of him.
We took the elevator up to the 5th floor in complete silence. No words were spoken between the two of us. It was like, I knew somethingbad was going to happen, that’s why I couldn’t fix my mouth to say anything positive. I walked up to the front desk and gave the nurse my name. Ten minutes later, they were calling me to the back. I was told to lay down until the doctor came. We waited for another thirty minutes until Dr. Lee finally made her way into the room. Imani had referred me to her, and she was the best.
“Okay Ms. Thomas, I was told from one of my nurses that you were having some bleeding,” the doctor said as she took her seat in her chair.
“Yes, I went to go use the restroom and I noticed that there was blood on the tissue,” I informed her.
“Okay, let’s just take a look here,” she said waving two nurses over and propping my legs up.
I watched on as the doctor’s face had basically answered all of my suspicions. I didn’t know what was going on right now, but I could tell that it wasn’t going to be good news. I could look at the looks of sympathy that were plastered on their faces, and I could tell that they were about to drop a serious bomb on me. They hadn’t even told me the news yet, but I already had tears falling from out of my eyes. Dontae stood next to me the entire time, holding onto my hand and wiping the tears from my face. He was no longer saying that everything was alright, so that left me no choice but to believe that something was indeed wrong after all.
2 hours later
I was laid up in a hospital bed on the labor and delivery floor of the hospital. I wasn’t cooperating with none of the nurses. I almost slapped the shit out of one nurse when she tried to stick the IV in my arm. Looking around me, I saw that Mani, Nae, Imani’s mom and grandmother, Dontae, and April were all sitting in the room. Everybody was sporting a blank expression on their face, like they knew something that I didn’t. Since being transported to this side of the hospital, I had closed my eyes for a little bit, so I don’t know if the nurse might have come in and said some things while I was asleep. I swear, this was the most religious that I had ever been in my entire life. Every five minutes, I was praying that God would watch and protect my baby.
“What’s going on?” I asked them.
“Breesha, we just waiting for the doctor to come so that we can see what the hell is going on,” Dontae told me.
Both Imani and Nae got up from their spot on the couch and walked over to me to hug me and kiss my forehead. A tear fell from my eyes, but I quickly wiped it away. Hours went by and my doctor didn’t come until about 7 that night.
“Okay Ms. Breesha, I have some bad news and I really hate to be the one to tell you this,” she said, walking over to me and rubbing my hand that I had resting on my stomach.
Dontae walked over to me and held my other hand, “What’s it gonna be doc?” he asked her.
“Okay, when you came earlier this morning, we were able to see that your cervix was wide open. You know your cervix isn’t supposed to open until it’s time for you to go into labor. You’re only 26 weeks and it’s too soon. I was hoping that we could put the stent in place, but 99% it won’t even work,” she continued to ramble on, but at the time I had already tuned her out. The only thing running through my mind right now was the fact that I was right the whole time. I had lost my baby.
I was in a state of shock right now. I didn’t even want to go through with getting the stent placed in, since the doctor wouldn’t recommend it and I didn’t want to do anything that could possibly kill myself.
“So what do we do?” I cried, looking at her and hoping she could possibly give some words of encouragement.
“There’s a pill called Mifepristone, which will terminate the pregnancy. You take the pill and we wait. The baby can come out tonight or in the morning–we don’t know; we just have to wait and see. It’s going to be like a regular birth, you will be required to push and everything, except that the baby will not be alive. Again Ms. Thomas, with deepest sympathy I am so sorry,” the doctor told us.
“Doc, just give us a minute,” Dontae told her.
“No problem, take your time. I’m just being realistic here. The cervix is already open; it’s already too late. I don’t want to take that risk and something happens to Breesha as well,” the doctor said.
I nodded my head and wiped away at the tears. My aunt, Imani’s mom, came around and we all held hands while she prayed. The whole time she was praying, I was crying. I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I did everything right. I went to all of my appointments, I made sure I was stress free and whenever I felt like I was doing too much, I would sit my ass down. I couldn’t understand why this was happening to me.
“So what’s it’s gonna be?” Tae asked me.
“You heard the doctor. It’s too late. I just have to do what I got to do,” I cried.
The doctor came back in the room, and we told her what it was going to be. She gave me her condolences again, and told me that she would be back so that she could draw up the medicine. I couldn’t get up to pee, so I had to use the tray. While I was peeing, the nurse informed me that my water bag had broken, so even if I had decided to put the stent in, it would have been too late. It wasn’t until 4 o’clock that morning that I was told that the baby was ready to come out. I had to do a little bit of pushing and I thought that I was going to die, because the whole time I pushed, I cried. I wanted to see the baby, but Dontae wouldn’t let me. I watched as the nurse called him over and they went outside. Ten minutes later, he came back into the room and I noticed that this eyes were watery.
“It was a boy,” he said, and his voice was shaky. I knew how bad Dontae wanted a boy, and I couldn’t even do that right. I shed a tear as well. This was something that I would never in my life forget, and I would never wanted to go through something like this again.
“She told me that we wouldn’t have wanted to see the baby like that. She said that the intestines were on the outside of his body,” Dontae let me know, and I couldn’t believe all of the bad luck that I just had today.
I looked over at my family, and they were all crying as well. Right now, I was in a state of misery, shock, and depression. I didn’t think that I would ever be the same after this. No words could be formed that would help me to better cope with what I was going through right now. In fact, I was already tired of being given their sympathy and all I wanted was to be left alone, even if that mean me joining my baby.
Chapter 22: Dontae
It’s been a week since Breesha was discharged from the hospital, and I swear it’s like I’ve been sleeping with a ghost. She won’t talk, eat, or nothing. I had Bria over at Nae’s house, because I didn’t want her to see Breesha like this. The doctor did tell me that she would be depressed but damn, I didn’t think that it would be this bad. Don’t get me wrong, I was hurting too! This shit was killing me that I would never even get the chance to meet my junior. It hurt me even more to see my fiancé going through this shit right now. It’s like she had shut everybody out. I was going through the very same thing as her, I had lost my child too, but Breesha wasn’t trying to hear that at all.
I haven’t left Breesha’s side since she came home from the hospital until now. She was sleep, so I decided to go get her favorite and pick up from Benihana’s. I was trying to do anything that would make my girl feel a little bit better. All she did now was just stay in bed all day and cry. She was avoiding Mani and Nae. I think it would hurt for her to have to see Mani, being as though she’s 6 months pregnant. Couldn’t nothing replace the life of my little man but shit, it doesn’t mean that we were going to stop here. We got all the time in the world to have more babies. As soon as my baby got better, I was going to book us a flight to Las Vegas and get married. No need to prolong the situation any longer. I was ready to go ahead and make Breesha my wife. If she wanted a big wedding and all of that, shit, we could still do that, but I was ready for her to be my wife right now. I wanted to do anything in my power to be able to see her smile again. The flowers, cards, and candy that I was bringing her every day wasn’t working, because she wouldn’t even acknowledge that I had left her anything. Shit, Bria don’t even call her Breesha no more, she calls her mommy. I could sense that my daughter knew something had happened to Breesha, which is why she called her mommy. My daughter was very smart and very observant, so she knew that something was going on, which is why I had to take her to Nae’s crib because I didn’t want her to keep seeing Breesha in her condition. All I needed was for my girl to get better so that I could have my family back to normal. As soon as she’s healed, I’m pumping another seed in her, and another and another. There won’t be a day that goes by that I don’t think about my junior, but I didn’t want that to hold us back or keep us from making another baby.
I walked inside of Benihana’s, paid for the food, and left out. I drove back to the house bumping that new Plies, Find You. As I was driving home, I was hoping that when I got there, Breesha would be up out of that bed and downstairs, watching TV or something, even though I knew that that was only wishful thinking. Deep down, I knew she was going to be exactly where I had left her at when I left out earlier. 20 minutes later, I was pulling up to the house. I got out, locked the door, and made my way inside.
When I got inside the room, I noticed that Breesha wasn’t in the bed. Well that’s some progress, because normally she wouldn’t get out unless I damn near dragged her. I had to bathe her and shit like that, because she wasn’t going to do it herself. I didn’t have a problem doing it at all but damn, a nigga was getting tired of seeing her depressed like this. Not to mention, she kept the room pitch black all the time, giving off an eerie feeling whenever you stepped foot in there. I checked for her everywhere–outside by the pool, the den, and the guestrooms–but I couldn’t find her ass anywhere. I ran back upstairs to the room and noticed that the bathroom door was closed. When I went to open it, I noticed that the door was locked. That was strange, because Breesha never ever locks the bathroom door, so that sent off a red flag in my head as well.
“Breesha open up the door baby!” I yelled, banging on the door.
No sound or movement was coming from the other side of the door. I waited for a few more
seconds, to see if she was going to come and open up the door. When I realized that she wasn’t going to come, I stood back and kicked the shit out of the door, watching as it hung from the hinges. What I saw was enough to make a nigga go insane. Breesha was laid out on the bathroom floor, with an empty bottle of Percocet on the floor next to her. I went to check her pulse, and I couldn’t find one. I hate to admit it, but this was the most peaceful that she looked since we’ve came home from the hospital.
“Breesha wake up baby! What the fuck did you do?” I screamed shaking her. I didn’t get anything from her–no response, no nothing.
“God dammit! I think she’s dead!” I mumbled.
To Be Continued…
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