Chapter
Two
~The Next Week~
I had told Nick about the argument we had had. He might
have been young but he sure was a good friend and listener.
I was supposed to take a cab to the clinic. AJ couldn't
even go with me because he was afraid we'd get seen together. It's surprising
that they have a lot of them here in Europe. Just the very thought of me
killing a being that is inside me made me sick.
I quickly walked inside the building and went straight
to the receptionist.
"How may I help you?" she said politely.
"Yes, I have an appointment with Dr. Grayes."
"What's your name sweetie?"
"Baker. Sammy Baker."
"Just fill out these forms and the doctor will be with
you shortly."
I took the stack of forms and sat down in a chair.
A young girl about my age was wheeled in through one of the doors. Her face
was pale and she was clutching her stomach. She looked at me as if to warn
me. To warn me not to do it. Not to be a murderer.
Murderer.
The word stuck in my mind. I continued to fill out
the forms but the word was still there. My conscience was beginning to pick
at my brain. I couldn't take it anymore. The pressure was to much. The guilt
was getting to me. I did not want to murder anyone. Especially my own
child.
I quickly gathered up the forms and handed them back
to the receptionist mumbling something to her. I practically ran out of there
clutching my stomach and choking back the tears. Tears started to blur my
eyes as I frantically searched for a phone to call the one person that I
could trust.
