ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW
My body feels a little off, I can’t explain it, there is this burning sensation in my lower stomach, I can hardly concentrate here in class. I watch the professor’s mouth moving, not really registering anything he was saying. I had hardly recovered from the shock of what happened earlier with that lady dumping the whole content of her styrofoam on me. I wiped the beads of sweat that was trailing down my face. I need to leave here! That much I know. I felt my skirt on my skin, it felt wet and sticky. I looked down to see the slouch from the coffee of earlier except now the slouch is a bit larger than it was earlier.
“Argh!” I yelled in agony! There is this sharp sudden pain I felt at my lower stomach. Everyone’s attention in the lecture hall is now turned to me.
“I’m sorry.” I said sympathetically, even though the searing pain in my lower stomach was threatening to be the end of me. I held in the pain, wiped the sweat off my forehead.
“Fuck!” I yelled again. The pain it is muderous! I can’t! I have to leave here!
“Professor please I have to leave now.” I said through gritted teeth while the pain teared through my insides.
“You are bleeding.” The professor said, everyone was staring at me. I looked back to see a trail of blood behind me. What is going on? I wondered, scared for my life, scared for my baby’s life. I clutched my stomach and walked to the exit of the lecture hall.
“Wait do you need someone to drop you off at the hospital or something?” I heard my professor say but I completely ignored him.
I knew even before I got to the hospital, I knew even before the doctor said anything. I knew but I still prayed and hoped that I was wrong.
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The light blue hospital wear was exposed at my belly area while the doctor put some ultrasound gel on my stomach before running the ultrasound device over my stomach and staring at the monitor with a sympathetic look on her face.
“How long have you been pregnant for?” the doctor asked as the moved the device.
“A little over a month.” I replied scared to ask her the question I really wanted to know the answer to, scared to hear her answer to those questions.
I dug my nails deep into my skin, I felt the pain from that but I did not mind.
“Is this your first time being pregnant?” She asked again. I nodded.
“How is my baby?” I finally asked the question whose answer I had been dreading.
“Is my baby going to be alright?” I asked again this time with a drop of tears falling from my eyes once that drop came down I could not stop the remaining tears from following suite.
“Doctor please tell me my baby is alright.” I pleaded crying, looking into the doctor’s eyes imploring her to work some magic, to make my baby alright again.
“I’m sorry, you had a miscarriage. The baby did not survive.” The doctor said. I stared into thin air, I knew I wanted to cry, to scream, to do something but I did not know how to, it is like I had forgotten how to, my world went still, I stared my face still wet from previous tears I had shed.
I held on to the side of the hospital bed for support as I stood up and walked like a programmed robot out of the hospital. Nothing makes sense right now, how can my baby be gone? Just like that? I walked into the cab I had called.
At least twenty missed calls from Delvin, I switched off my phone not bothering to return any of his call. Without any warning my body gave into the pain and sadness as I started to weep. Before this moment I had not known that our muscles take part in our grieving process, I had not known that a person can cry to the extent that their insides feel sore, to the extent that their head feels heavy and their vision gets blurry.
I got down from cab, I knocked the gate to Delvin’s mansion. The gate opened, he looked like he had been standing there for a while, he was leaning against the wall, he looked a bit tired. I did not mind, I continued walking, I just wanted to get to my room, I just wanted to cry, to mourn my baby that I did not get the chance to even meet.
Delvin had looked really angry when he saw my walk in to the house at that time of the night but when he saw my face, stained with tears, pale and ghostly, I could see his anger dissolve into concern.
“What happened to you?” he asked, holding my face in between his hands not giving me the opportunity to look away from him, not giving me the opportunity to hide my pain.
“Did someone do this to you?” He asked. His eyes held rage in them.
“The baby… it’s gone.” I said and then a fresh burst of tears filled my eyes, I cried and cried. He held me steadily on his chest as I continued to sob.
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
After that night of intense pleasure between Walter and I nothing has been the same in the house and I feel a lot guilty for that. What am I even doing here? I should really leave, I don’t have a place here. I heard the sounds of Walter and Olivia arguing…again. It has been happening every single day since that day she saw us.
“Oh Olivia stop acting like a freaking saint you cheated on me first remember?!” Walter yelled.
“I thought we were over that, I already said I was sort countless times. What must I do to show you that I love you Walter?” Olivia sobbed. I felt a pang of guilt, I really should leave here, I do not belong here, they belong together. I do not belong here.
“Get your hands off me!” Walter yelled again.
“You pulled your strings Olivia, you literally made me pick between getting back together with you or losing my career that I have worked so hard for, that is the only reason we are still together. We both know it so why don’t we stop this charade there are no cameras here after all.” Walter said his voice was a bit low.
“I love you Walter.” Olivia said in a high pitched voice.
“Well I do not love you… not anymore.” He said.
“Is it because of that bitch?!” Olivia said, she was no longer crying. Her voice was loud and clear, the hatred in her voice was also loud and clear.
“Don’t you dare call her that again.” Walter replied, his voice was low and menacing.
“She’s a bitch! She’s a bitch and a whore!” Olivia yelled on and on.
“You know what I’m not even going to deal with this. Good night Olivia.” I heard Walter say.
“You are not going to leave me here because of that bitch!” Olivia yelled.
“God I really can’t deal with this right now!” Walter yelled and the next thing I heard was a crashing sound followed by a short scream and then utter silence.
I walked out of my room and into the hallway where they had been arguing that’s was when i saw Olivia lying seemingly lifeless on the ground with a trail of blood on the wall and ground.
“I…I swear I…I did not push her.” Walter stuttered.