Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
"The doctor will be right in," she states when she puts us in a room. “Just sit on the table." She points at the same table I was in this afternoon. But it's different. Everything about this is different. So fucking different.
"Do you want me to call Bennett?" Clarabella asks, and my head snaps up as I look at her.
"No," I say. My heart beats so fast in my chest as I sit on the table. The back of my neck burns with nerves. When the door opens, a man walks in wearing a white coat.
"Presley Baker." He says my name, looking down at the white paper in front of him.
"Yes," I say, my voice trembling. “That's me."
"Okay, it says here you are eleven weeks and started bleeding," he says, reading whatever is on the paper.
"Yes," I confirm, and Clarabella comes over to stand beside me. I don't even feel the tears running down my face until they drop on my hands that are holding my stomach.
"And you are eleven weeks?” he asks, and I just nod my head. "There is not much we can do." He looks at me. “If you are miscarrying the baby, there is nothing we can do to stop it."
Miscarriage. The word makes me close my eyes. "How?" Clarabella asks for me. “She was fine this morning." It's almost as if she can read my mind, and she is my voice. Right now, all I want to do is close my eyes and wake up from this nightmare.
The doctor says something, but instead, I just close my eyes. All I can do is picture Bennett in my head holding the picture of the baby in his hand, wearing the biggest smile I've ever seen. He's going to hate me. The thought runs straight to my head. He's going to hate me for not taking care of the baby. If anything happens to the baby, it's my fault. I raise my hand to wipe away the tears. “I had an ultrasound this afternoon." I interrupt whatever it is they are saying. “And it was perfect."
"We can check for you now again," the doctor says. “At least we can see if your baby still has a heartbeat." I look over at Clarabella, who puts her hand to her mouth at the same time that the phone rings from my purse.
"Turn it off," I tell her, and her eyes fly to mine. The thought of facing him is too much for me to bear right now. Today when he looked at the picture of our baby, I had never seen him smile as big as he did, and now it might be over. "Turn it off."
Chapter 17
Bennett
"What the fuck is going on?" I hiss to the empty room and toss my phone on the couch next to me. I'm sitting on the couch in my living room in the dark. After driving from Presley's mother’s house, I made my way back to Presley's house, thinking maybe I missed her on her way home. But when I pulled up and walked up the steps to ring the doorbell, I found all the lights off. I punched in the code on the door and walked in as I called her name. I took the steps two at a time and found her bedroom in darkness. There was no sign of her in the house. I slammed the front door behind me as I got back in the car and went to her office. Maybe she went there to grab her car, I tell myself, trying to keep the bad thoughts at bay. "Pick up, pick up, pick up." I willed her every single time I called her, but all I got was her voice mail.
My heart calmed down when I pulled into the parking lot and saw her car still there. She was probably working since she took some time off this afternoon. But it was only for a moment. When I ran up the steps to the front door, it was locked. I walked around to the back like a creeping Peeping Tom, only to find that everything inside was closed and dark. I went back to my house, hoping maybe she was there waiting for me, but all I came home to was a house that smelled like a field of flowers.
I put my head back, rubbing my face with both my hands, the knots in my stomach getting bigger and bigger as the seconds feel like hours. "Where are you, Presley?" I ask the empty room, hoping that maybe by saying her name, she will magically appear. I get not answering my calls when she was with her mother, but I know she's not there, and something in me tells me something is wrong. Or it could be my head playing tricks with me. Either way I'm about to get desperate enough to call her mother, and that isn't going to be good for anyone. I think about calling Travis, but what am I going to say? "Your sister isn't answering my phone call." It sounds so juvenile