Nyla
Looking at the clear blue test I had in my hand, I saw the words pregnant printed on the screen. Sighing, I close the toilet lid and sat on it; with my face buried in my hands, I started crying my eyes out. What was I going to do? I’m twenty-four years old and pregnant and the person whom I’m pregnant by doesn’t even know and I’m scared to tell him. I’m afraid of what he might say. Hearing a knock at the door, I heard one of my co-workers’ voices asking if I was okay because I have been in there for quite some time now.
“I'm okay,” I shouted back before I quickly exited the stall and went to wash my hands and my face. Placing the test in my bag, I quickly exited the bathroom and went straight to my office to get some work done. I was ga
KyleAfter the big blow-up with Nyla and my mom and sister barging in on us, she had left after greeting them. I was upset with myself, I know what I had said to her was wrong. I was being unfair to her and I knew she was right. I was the one who threw caution to the wind and didn't protect myself and her from what we knew was about to come when having unprotected sex, but I couldn't admit it to her, my ego wouldn't let me. My mom and sister were curious as to who she was and why we were arguing and Nyla was about to tell them that she was my sex slave–well not technically as yet since she didn’t sign the contract.I had to cut her off before she could utter it out of her mouth. I had told them that Nyla was my girlfriend. When I said those words, I saw that she turned in my direction immediately and I was silently pleading with my eyes for her not to say anythi
NylaI was beyond hurt over what Kyle had said to me at that moment when he asked if I did this to trap him, I felt like nothing. How could he think so low of me? Did he think that I was after his money? I like Kyle, or should I say love. He had broken me today and I felt like no amount of healing could repair me. I had stormed out after I had greeted his mother and sister and answered a few questions they had regarding Kyle and my “relationship.”***I had gone home right after, freshened up, and got dressed in my pajamas. With a bowl of ice cream, I got comfortable on the couch where I cried my eyes out because I was watching romantic movies. It reminded me of what I wanted with Kyle but couldn’t get. During one of the movies I saw that Kyle was calling my phone, but I refuse to answer him and listened to his
KyleI could feel her presence in the room and her sweet-smelling perfume lingering in the air. Wait, where am I? I asked myself. Laying in my darkness, everything that happened earlier suddenly came flooding back to my memory. I was running after Nyla to explain that she totally misread the situation when she had caught me in bed with a woman whose name I don't even remember. I had missed the first step because I was shocked and in a hurry to get to her and fell down the stairs, and then my whole world was suddenly overtaken by darkness.But remembering still didn't tell me where I was. I badly wanted to pry open my eyes to see her pretty face, but I couldn't, they were glued shut. I was trapped in my own darkness and it was maddening, not being able to do anything. I could still h
NylaI had exited his room and was about to turn the corner when I heard a voice coming from the speaker propped on the wall nearby. “Doctor Rollins, please report to room 102.” Wasn't that Kyle's room? what the hell had happened to him, I asked myself? Spinning on my heel, I sprinted to his room where I saw nurses and a man dressed in a white doctor's coat standing over him. Was he dead? Getting hysterical, I tried to run inside his room, but I was stopped by a nurse.“Ma’am, you can't enter! I am sorry. Please wait outside, as soon as we get an update we will report back to you.”“What's wrong with him?” I heard a
KyleDear Kyle,This is one of the hardest decisions I ever had to make. I know I'm wrong for excluding you from it but I had to. The reason why I'm writing instead of talking to you face to face, is because I'm terrible at saying goodbyes and I know if I told you about my decision you would have made me stay and it was also short notice. I felt hurt and betrayed by what you had said about me trapping you. I never knew I would have fallen and fallen so hard for you. When you said you didn't want the baby, something we had created together, that broke me. So am leaving today to raise our baby on my own. I hope when you wake up and you read this letter, you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I love you, Kyle. I know you’re probably thinking how can I love you then do this to you; it wasn’t a choice, it had to be done. You have brok
NylaA month laterA month has passed, which meant Kyle was being released today, and was also my birthday. The doctor said his ribs had healed and that he was doing much better which was great news. We have an appointment with the gynecologist today because we still haven't found out the gender of the baby, or how many months I am, so we are going to the gynecologist who was located on the next floor. I would have gone by myself, but Kyle was persistent in him being there with me. I also know that he is planning something for me tonight, I had gone out to get something for us to eat and some clean clothes for him and when I came back, he was on the phone talking to someone when he saw me with a nervous expression came over his face. It took a second before he recovered, and mouthed that I should wait outside for a minute.I had tried desper
KyleI was in her hospital room, the same one that I just left less than four hours ago pacing the room back and forth. I was so agitated, and anger was coursing through my whole body. After I rushed Nyla to the hospital, I requested that Doctor Rollins looks after her. It took about two hours before he came back with an update. “Mr. Hernandez, there's good news and bad news, which would you like to hear first?” He started with.“Good news.”“Okay, the good news is the baby is fine, it was unharmed when she had fallen.”“That’s good. What’s the bad news?” I asked in a small voice, afraid of his answer.“She has broken her left arm and it is inflamed. Due to the condition th
NylaI woke up in a blank white room that seems to never end. Getting up, I looked around and saw that there was no sign of life. Trying to figure out where I was, I walked further into the room before I came to a complete stop. Standing in the middle of the room were my parents.“Mom! Dad!” I screamed while running toward them. I could see them smiling brightly at me before they wrapped me in a tight embrace. “Am I dead?” I questioned.“No you’re not dead sweetheart,” my dad said while chuckling.“But you have to go back,” my mom said sternly.“Go back where, where am I?” I questioned.“You’re in-between lives