worth, all the while knowing she had lost her lover and her best friend in the same day!
***
Sherina dragged herself out of bed trying hard to fight the nausea. She had drunk way too much last night. Unfortunately though it was fast becoming a habit. Her hair fell into her eyes and she wearily shoved it away, stifling a yawn as she trailed towards the bathroom.
It had been six weeks since the day she had come to think of as That Day and she was still operating on some kind of autopilot. She had fled Columbus that very night taking a very exhausting, very draining flight back to New York. A moving company had packed up her things and sent them over a week later and she had spent the day unpacking and settling into her new apartment when she should have been walking down the aisle that same day.
Sherina stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror out of swollen, blotchy eyes. She cried herself to sleep just about every night and when she wasn’t crying, she was staring at the world out of tired, jaded eyes. Six weeks! It was six weeks since she had set eyes on Darren and Deb. She had changed her phone number and gotten a new, unlisted number which meant they couldn’t reach her either. If she never heard from the pair of them for the rest of her life it would be way too soon!
A wave of nausea assaulted her and she bent over the sink, grunting as dry heaves rocked her entire body. When the nausea had passed, she grabbed a bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet and tossed it down her throat, washing it down with a glass of water.
As she made to return the aspirin to the cabinet, a box of tampons caught her eyes and she froze automatically. Oh God! Six weeks! She hadn’t had her period. Oh God! Could she be pregnant? She was in such a poor state after the incident she didn't even realize when she missed her period.
“Please God, don’t let me be pregnant; not like this. Please,” she moaned, folding in on herself and rocking back and forth where she stood.
Salma, one of her friends back in Columbus had given her a big box of pregnancy test kits at her bridal shower, she recalled. She had wanted to throw it out, but the movers had included it in what they shipped everything to her in New York. Hastily, she dashed into her bedroom and grabbed open the dresser beside her bed.
She picked a test kit, raced back to the bathroom and peed on the stick. The next few minutes of waiting was pure agony. Oh Lord, she couldn’t be pregnant. Please. Not with Darren’s baby; he was a cheater without an ounce of integrity!
Reluctantly, as though in slow motion, she reached for the stick and lifted it from where she had dropped it onto the sink; her eyes tightly shut.
You have to do this girl; you have to know, a voice said quietly inside her head.
“You’re right I have to know. But what if it’s positive?” she wondered aloud. “I’d go crazy! I can’t have his kid inside me!”
I don’t know. You’re already talking to yourself; it doesn’t get much crazier than that , her conscience sneered.
Reluctantly, Sherina took a huge deep breath and then forced her eyes open. Her world shifted on its axis immediately; she was pregnant!
CHAPTER THREE
“Sherina Jones?” the elderly looking nurse called, looking this way and that around the waiting room.
“That’s me,” Sherina responded, leaping to her feet even as her shaky knees protested the sudden, undignified motion. It wasn’t as though she had a single nerve or body part that was not shaky right now but her knees couldn’t very well support her when they were literally knocking together.
Sherina walked towards the nurse, noting absently that every finger on the woman’s hand was ringed and she also had a nose piercing. It was a rather strange appearance for a nurse, and an elderly one at that; but then again, this was New York; anything was possible. Sherina’s gaze rested on the faint ring
***
Sherina dragged herself out of bed trying hard to fight the nausea. She had drunk way too much last night. Unfortunately though it was fast becoming a habit. Her hair fell into her eyes and she wearily shoved it away, stifling a yawn as she trailed towards the bathroom.
It had been six weeks since the day she had come to think of as That Day and she was still operating on some kind of autopilot. She had fled Columbus that very night taking a very exhausting, very draining flight back to New York. A moving company had packed up her things and sent them over a week later and she had spent the day unpacking and settling into her new apartment when she should have been walking down the aisle that same day.
Sherina stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror out of swollen, blotchy eyes. She cried herself to sleep just about every night and when she wasn’t crying, she was staring at the world out of tired, jaded eyes. Six weeks! It was six weeks since she had set eyes on Darren and Deb. She had changed her phone number and gotten a new, unlisted number which meant they couldn’t reach her either. If she never heard from the pair of them for the rest of her life it would be way too soon!
A wave of nausea assaulted her and she bent over the sink, grunting as dry heaves rocked her entire body. When the nausea had passed, she grabbed a bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet and tossed it down her throat, washing it down with a glass of water.
As she made to return the aspirin to the cabinet, a box of tampons caught her eyes and she froze automatically. Oh God! Six weeks! She hadn’t had her period. Oh God! Could she be pregnant? She was in such a poor state after the incident she didn't even realize when she missed her period.
“Please God, don’t let me be pregnant; not like this. Please,” she moaned, folding in on herself and rocking back and forth where she stood.
Salma, one of her friends back in Columbus had given her a big box of pregnancy test kits at her bridal shower, she recalled. She had wanted to throw it out, but the movers had included it in what they shipped everything to her in New York. Hastily, she dashed into her bedroom and grabbed open the dresser beside her bed.
She picked a test kit, raced back to the bathroom and peed on the stick. The next few minutes of waiting was pure agony. Oh Lord, she couldn’t be pregnant. Please. Not with Darren’s baby; he was a cheater without an ounce of integrity!
Reluctantly, as though in slow motion, she reached for the stick and lifted it from where she had dropped it onto the sink; her eyes tightly shut.
You have to do this girl; you have to know, a voice said quietly inside her head.
“You’re right I have to know. But what if it’s positive?” she wondered aloud. “I’d go crazy! I can’t have his kid inside me!”
I don’t know. You’re already talking to yourself; it doesn’t get much crazier than that , her conscience sneered.
Reluctantly, Sherina took a huge deep breath and then forced her eyes open. Her world shifted on its axis immediately; she was pregnant!
CHAPTER THREE
“Sherina Jones?” the elderly looking nurse called, looking this way and that around the waiting room.
“That’s me,” Sherina responded, leaping to her feet even as her shaky knees protested the sudden, undignified motion. It wasn’t as though she had a single nerve or body part that was not shaky right now but her knees couldn’t very well support her when they were literally knocking together.
Sherina walked towards the nurse, noting absently that every finger on the woman’s hand was ringed and she also had a nose piercing. It was a rather strange appearance for a nurse, and an elderly one at that; but then again, this was New York; anything was possible. Sherina’s gaze rested on the faint ring
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