Chapter 3- Pregnancy from the blues

"Are you sure you can do this doctor kira? I mean we could just get another doctor assist if you are not feeling okay "I tried to reason taking notice of her trembling palms.

I knew that she was slightly drunk I mean her breathe was all toothpaste and tequila.

"I can do it Helena and Bianca don't worry yourself.Are you ready?"

"Yeah.If you're sure then do your thing." The injection was never a comfortable one I had to do what I had to do.

Aa soon as she was done I pulled up my pair of ripped jeans and buckled my belt grabbing hold of my sling bag and laying it over my shoulder while I waited to Bianca to get her insermination

After she got hers we packed our bags preparing to leave

"Okay we are heading home now have a nice day doctor kira" we said stepping out of the doctors office

I decided to call it a day with Bianca also since I still had a lot of work issues to settle at home.

"I'll take a cab here sis i have to finish up some work lest the boss be pissed as fuck.Bye girl "I voiced engulfing her in a brief hug.

"Okay then see you soon" Bianca and I didn't and still don't live together.She lives with Malcom while I live alone in my own apartment.I'm the solo type and I've always appreciated it that wayever since our mum passed.

From the hospital I headed back home finished up with my drawing of some clothing styles and I had a quick shower ate my dinner and was off to bed and that right there was just the beginning.

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Three weeks later i wake up feeling nauseous as fuck my head practically spinning as if I was the one drinking last night at the club.

Hell! I don't drink at all! The dizzy spells have been troubling me throughout this past week each waking morning worse than the last.

What is seriously wrong with me! I rush to the bathroom and empty the contents of my stomach then rinse my mouth and brush my teeth before heading back to my bedroom and lying down for a while.

After a few silent minutes of me just laying there rubbing my temples and forehead.

I finally get off up walk back to the drawer I always keep my drugs at and grab a tablet.

I hate medicine hospitals and their pale hued walls as well as the sophisticated smell that came alongside it but I need to down this shit.

It's the beginning of the the weekend so I don't have much to do after going to the club with my friends yesterday I feel like I carried logs of woods last night.

My heavens where the hell are these dizzy spells coming from now! I am pretty certain it's not the fever neither do I have any others symptoms of malaria migrane diabetes or typhoid so what could be the issue?

I draw the curtains slide the windows open then inhale and exhale deeply and repetitively trying to calm myself.

The a thought strikes me could I be pregnant? Pregnant? I haven't lost my v-card yet.

Hell the only very intimate thing I do with Ken is make out with him and that's all because I am not at all comfortable with the thought of indulging in sex.

But I'm late this time round and I'm a regular.So could it be? Bitch shut the fuck up! Nah that's a very stupid thing to think Helena.

It doesn't make any fucking sense! Females don't just become pregnant miraculously! That's some damn shit right there but what's the harm in confirming anyways?

I mean it's ridiculous but there is nothing to lose so why not try?And if the test miraculously comes out positive which I'm almost certain it will fucking not i'll most definitely phone Bianca and Doctor Kira since she's our doctor.

I get dressed in some white bug tees some denim ripped jeans and sneaker boots releasing my hair free from the messy bun and grabbing my car keys and soon i'm out of my apartment and into my car driving to a pharmacy some few blocks away.

I quickly purchase that which I need the embarrassment practically gnawing on my insides and I'm on my way back home.

So funny thing is I'm actually nervous.Like what if the results do come out positive?

What then? How will I explain the unexplainable to Ken.

How do I even start carrying a child who's father I have no clue of? No calm down girl. You are not pregnant Helena. That's absurd. Fucking ridiculous!

Deep breaths I unlock the doors to my apartment shutting them briefly and walk straight to the bathroom.

I take in one large gulp of air to try and ease the nervousness that's sipping throughout my entire body and quickly retrieve the testing kit from the box tossing the empty cover box into the trash can and carrying out the necessary test.

Seconds tick by converting into long minutes of nerve-wrecking anticipation until finally I gather every ounce of courage to check the kit.

See right now i have no idea what emotions are swirling through my mind and setting my entire system aflame ws I stare down at the stick.

First I laugh like laugh until I'm holding my ribs as the tears temporarily blind my vision.

Then I snap and immediately stand right in front of the mirror and actually punch it causing it to effectively shatter.

I knew I got some real anger issues and over the years I've been attending some anger management sessions.

Its been working pretty well up until now when I'm discovering that I am fucking pregnant. But testing kits do lie right?

So with that thought in mind I snatch the next kit tear it up and grab the equipment then carry out yet another test.

There it is again! The sign that I am fucking pregnant! How in the name of everything sacred am I expecting a baby? Like where's the logic in all this!

My phone begins to vibrate against the bathroom sink an incoming call from Doctor kira.

"Mrs Kira!"I say as a form of greeting.

"Helena.Iuh I have to talk to you?"she said

"So funny story.I'm pre..." I try to tell her but she cut my words off

"Pregnant I know.Can we meet up at Ren's cafe and talk Bianca is on her way also?" All I see is red! Fucking blood-red!

I pinch the bridge of my nose jaws clenching and unclenching as the news continues to engrave itself in the back of my mind.

"doctor just tell me this.How the fuck just how do you know that I'm pregnant?"I question my voice surprisingly remaining calm overly calm.

"Can we just meet up and speak?" She said

"You have a lot of explaining to do"is the only response my mind is able to conjure each syllable of each word dripping with a new kind of poison.

Then just like that I smash my phone against the tiled bathroom floors. She had better have a good explanation a fucking good one and it better not be what I think it is before I end up serving life sentence on the charges of first degree freaking murder!