A Fork Stuck In The Road., chapter 17
I was booked to have my abortion on Wednesday morning. Today was Monday. I was so scared. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know what would happen this time, whether the doctors were wrong, and maybe there was something wrong with me and something would happen this time. Something bad, like last time.
I was lying down on my bed, just drawing random images in my tattered old notebook. There was suddenly a soft knocking on my door.
"Come in," I said. Billie Joe entered and gently closed the door behind him. I put my notebook down on the bedside table.
"Can I lay down?" he asked, gesturing to the bed.
I nodded, and he walked around the bed and laid down next to me. I stared at the ceiling, just as he was doing. I heard him breathing deeply from next to me.
"I've been thinking a lot lately..." Billie trailed off. I didn't like the sound of this already.
"Adie and I think that you and Tre should break up."
I turned my head so quickly that my neck almost cracked.
"Why?"
He turned his head and faced me. Our faces were inches apart, and I could see the light dancing around his emerald coloured eyes.
"What if all this happens again? This has upset you a lot, I can tell. And Tre's shattered, even if he doesn't let it on," he whispered.
"It won't happen again," was the best I could come up with.
"You don't know that for sure."
"Why would it be any different if I broke up with Tre and got pregnant with another guy?" I asked.
"Do you love Tre?"
"More than anything,"
"Then you're going to be more emotionally scarred if that happens again then if it happened with another guy."
"So you're saying I shouldn't be with the one I love?"
"Baby, you've got your whole life ahead of you for that. You're still so young. You should be out partying, and socializing, and studying, instead of worrying about abortions."
I hushed and thought about what Billie had said. It made sense, in a way.
"I'm only thinking about you. Please do this?"
"I'm not sure Billie, I mean, I love Tre."
"Please, Em, do this for me."
I opened my mouth to say something when Billie cut me off, "Please?"
He gave me a puppy dog look. Maybe this was for the best.
"Alright."
"You've made the right decision," he said, and then he leaned forwards and kissed my forehead delicately.
We laid there until we were called for tea.
The day in between Monday and Wednesday rolled past faster than I ever imagined, and it was now Wednesday. Billie and Tre were going to pick me up from the clinic when it was over, and they were going to take me to the studio, which apparently had a TV room where I could crash on the couch. I was supposedly going to be very weak after the operation, and I was told that I should sleep the hours following it.
Adie would have come and picked me up, but she had an unexpected meeting. She offered to cancel the meeting and come take me home to rest, but I said that I was perfectly fine with going to the studio, where the guys were practicing for the afternoon.
In the morning, Billie drove Adie, Tre, and I to the clinic. We entered the foyer, and I was told to follow the doctor into a room, but not before kissing everyone goodbye. They all knew how afraid I was, and they had all tried to comfort me on the ride there.
"Don't worry sweetie, you'll be fine. These guys are the best at what they do," Adrienne said whilst wrapping me into a giant bear hug. I buried my face in her neck, which smelt softly of banana body lotion.
She let go, then I was wrapped into another hug by Billie Joe. He didn't say anything; he just held on tightly and kissed my jaw bone softly.
Next, Tre. I hadn't talked to Tre since the day I told him I was pregnant. I was planning on talking to him about my decision later on.
I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders and gave him a hug. He pulled out and looked me in the eye.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I knocked you up, and now you have to go through all this shit. It's all my fault," he said, hanging his head.
"Hey! It's not your fault. It takes two to tango," I said with a smile.
"Miss Armstrong, are you ready to go in now?" the doctor called.
I was lying down on my bed, just drawing random images in my tattered old notebook. There was suddenly a soft knocking on my door.
"Come in," I said. Billie Joe entered and gently closed the door behind him. I put my notebook down on the bedside table.
"Can I lay down?" he asked, gesturing to the bed.
I nodded, and he walked around the bed and laid down next to me. I stared at the ceiling, just as he was doing. I heard him breathing deeply from next to me.
"I've been thinking a lot lately..." Billie trailed off. I didn't like the sound of this already.
"Adie and I think that you and Tre should break up."
I turned my head so quickly that my neck almost cracked.
"Why?"
He turned his head and faced me. Our faces were inches apart, and I could see the light dancing around his emerald coloured eyes.
"What if all this happens again? This has upset you a lot, I can tell. And Tre's shattered, even if he doesn't let it on," he whispered.
"It won't happen again," was the best I could come up with.
"You don't know that for sure."
"Why would it be any different if I broke up with Tre and got pregnant with another guy?" I asked.
"Do you love Tre?"
"More than anything,"
"Then you're going to be more emotionally scarred if that happens again then if it happened with another guy."
"So you're saying I shouldn't be with the one I love?"
"Baby, you've got your whole life ahead of you for that. You're still so young. You should be out partying, and socializing, and studying, instead of worrying about abortions."
I hushed and thought about what Billie had said. It made sense, in a way.
"I'm only thinking about you. Please do this?"
"I'm not sure Billie, I mean, I love Tre."
"Please, Em, do this for me."
I opened my mouth to say something when Billie cut me off, "Please?"
He gave me a puppy dog look. Maybe this was for the best.
"Alright."
"You've made the right decision," he said, and then he leaned forwards and kissed my forehead delicately.
We laid there until we were called for tea.
The day in between Monday and Wednesday rolled past faster than I ever imagined, and it was now Wednesday. Billie and Tre were going to pick me up from the clinic when it was over, and they were going to take me to the studio, which apparently had a TV room where I could crash on the couch. I was supposedly going to be very weak after the operation, and I was told that I should sleep the hours following it.
Adie would have come and picked me up, but she had an unexpected meeting. She offered to cancel the meeting and come take me home to rest, but I said that I was perfectly fine with going to the studio, where the guys were practicing for the afternoon.
In the morning, Billie drove Adie, Tre, and I to the clinic. We entered the foyer, and I was told to follow the doctor into a room, but not before kissing everyone goodbye. They all knew how afraid I was, and they had all tried to comfort me on the ride there.
"Don't worry sweetie, you'll be fine. These guys are the best at what they do," Adrienne said whilst wrapping me into a giant bear hug. I buried my face in her neck, which smelt softly of banana body lotion.
She let go, then I was wrapped into another hug by Billie Joe. He didn't say anything; he just held on tightly and kissed my jaw bone softly.
Next, Tre. I hadn't talked to Tre since the day I told him I was pregnant. I was planning on talking to him about my decision later on.
I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders and gave him a hug. He pulled out and looked me in the eye.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I knocked you up, and now you have to go through all this shit. It's all my fault," he said, hanging his head.
"Hey! It's not your fault. It takes two to tango," I said with a smile.
"Miss Armstrong, are you ready to go in now?" the doctor called.
