Kamara’s POV
“Kamara, isn’t this one of the supplements you were given at the hospital? They seem untouched.” Chantelle noted showing me the tablet.
I snickered turning my face away. “It is hard to swallow any of it. I think I am fine. If anything was to go wrong I would have been feeling odd by now.”
She didn’t look convinced and had a frown on her face. “I don’t know about that speculation of yours. But from what I see you haven’t been moving right in the past two days. In fact, you haven’t been eating well and you let out painful winces from time to time. Your body is definitely not in the best of shape.”
I gnashed my teeth feeling goosebumps rise on my arm. For some reason, I can’t seem to concern myself with the fetus inside of me. Every time I try to take the pills it feels like suicide. I don’t want to do anything and just remain blank for as long as I can. I hate how much it gets to me no matter how hard I pretend to be fine. I felt Chantelle next to me.
She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I know how you are feeling right now. But I need you to know that if anything goes wrong with this child, your life is also at risk. It will all be over in the next eight months. You are stronger than this. Don’t let today ruin your future. I believe you can hold it down. Don’t deprive your body of what it needs. Please.”
Tears laced my eyes as I stared at her. I know I have to run it quit with this persistent crying and learn to move on with my life. But for some reason, I can’t seem to find a balance to it. Chantelle embraced me tightly kissing my forehead.
“We are in this together. Tell me where the drugs are and I will get them.” She offered.
I waved a dismissive hand attempting to get up. “Let me do it. I have been sitting on that couch for way too long.”
As I got up a sharp tight pain struck my underbelly and it made my legs wobble. Thankfully Chantelle didn’t notice. This has been happening for a couple of days and it’s minimal pain. Which is why I chose to not pay attention to it. It striked harder this time causing me to collapse into the bed. My breath hitched as I tried to sit up.
The ringing of my phone aided me to finally move. I kissed my teeth at the caller’s identity. What does he want?
“I have told you countless times Brandon. Stop calling me.” I growled into the receiver. For someone who had hurt me so much, he has the guts to try to get through to me again.
There was a brief pause on the other end, then some movements. “Why are you being so mean to me, Kamara?”
I let out a soft gasp. “Did you just say I am being mean to you? You asshole! You are the one who broke me and yet still trying to guilt trip me. Have you gone mad?” I seethed as the pain tugged at my belly again.
“I am sorry. That wasn’t the intention. I know what I did was wrong, but I am willing to correct my mistakes. Please, baby. Give me a chance, let’s talk again and I promise to back away if nothing positive comes out of our discussion.” He said.
I sighed heavily, Brandon was my first love and I was or probably still crazy for him. He always made me melt with his smile. However, he couldn’t help himself and kept taking advantage of my silence. When it turned out he had been cheating as suspected by my friends. I just had to let go of all the emotions making me appear like a fool and focus on my life. That still didn’t stop my heart from racing terribly whenever I heard his name or saw his Instagram updates.
“I don’t want to see you, Brandon. I am not in a good place.” I mumbled helplessly staring down at my belly even though it was not that bulging yet.
“Please, Kam. I won’t take up too much of your time I promise. If you are home we can meet up at that cafe close to your home. Actually, I am seated there as we speak.”
I rolled my eyes. So typical of Brandon to think on one’s behalf. A part of me craves to see him so bad. I looked down at the stomach again. A t-shirt will cover it up and he wouldn’t notice anything. My body is still almost the same aside from the change in my breathing pace.
“Ten minutes is all you have got,” I said sternly.
“That is just enough, baby.” He mused.
“Stop calling me baby, Brandon.” I snorted ending the call. My heart almost split in two when I turned to see Chantelle by the doorway with a displeased look on her face. “It’s just a friendly meet.”
“Of course it is. When are you going to learn that this guy is nothing but a playboy? Have you forgotten how much you cried your heart out so bad? Are you even supposed to still have his contact?”
I blinked slowly, “I promise you have nothing to worry about, Chantelle. I am over him.” I lied partially.
“Just ensure to take your pills before leaving. Where are you to meet?”
“The cafe, two blocks away.”
“Right.” She stated, leaving me to myself.
Brandon looked even more handsome than the last time I saw him. I hate that he always looks the good part every time and here I am feeling like a mess. The cafe is an open space and I sort of appreciate the comforting air. I haven’t stepped out in days.
“Hey.” He let out a hush, pulling out a chair for me to sit on.
“You only have ten minutes,” I stated firmly.
“Relax. Will you at least take something?”
“A banana smoothie will do just fine.”
He went to place the order and returned beaming at me. “You look so beautiful.” Brandon complimented.
My hand instinctively went to my rough bun and instead of feeling good with the compliment. I suddenly felt uncomfortable. “Does your girlfriend know you are here?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.” He said with a stiff tone.
I mouthed a thank you to the attendant who brought my smoothie before smirking at Brandon’s response. “You are such a despicable human. Shouldn’t you feel ashamed to lie to my face?”
He sighed, reaching for my hand. “I agree that I was stupid. But I promise I am a changed person. I realized how unreasonable and selfish I was to an amazing soul like you. And want to make things right with you, Kamara.”
His words almost sound appealing but I would have become impressed if I was using my heart to think. No matter how much I must have loved a person. I have made up my mind to not end up being fooled. Even if it would hurt. It is better than being seen as gullible. I held his gaze and was about to tell him a piece of my mind when a cold voice bellowed over my head.
“What the hell is going on here?”