Both Sides of the Fence 4: Bad Blood (13 page)

 

 

Here I was sitting in my doctor’s office waiting for her to come back to tell me that I was pregnant. I had goose bumps up and down my legs and arms, from both nerves and the chilliness of the room. It was a little over a week from the day that I had sex with Alex. I was glad to be sitting here, ready to receive some good news. I looked around the room at all of the advertisements and things that hung on the wall. One had a picture of a man and woman with who I would assume was their baby and loving smiles on their faces. I thought about my mother and then my father’s face popped into my mind. I smiled because I thought of the possibilities of my family-to-be; then a heavy feeling came over me all of a sudden. The room grew colder by the second and I rubbed my hands over the sides of my arms to warm them but it was to no avail. I doubled over and rocked back and forth with my arms clutched across my chest. I was having a panic attack. Everywhere I looked I saw my mother’s head as I looked around the room to find a safe place to hide.

“Stay away from me. Stay away from me,” I moaned in terror. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me now.

“Is everything okay?” The door to the room I was in swung open quickly. The look on the nurse’s face was one of panic. “I heard yelling.”

“Yelling?” I looked at her like she was crazy.

“Yes, yelling.” She looked at me with even more bewilderment. “Like someone was being hurt in here.”

“You must have heard wrong.” I gave her attitude with my statement. “Where is my doctor with my test?”

“She will be with you shortly,” she said as she looked at me a few more seconds and then she closed the door and left.

“Shit.” I banged my hand into the side of head. “Got to hold this shit together. I can’t lose it now. I’m too close to my goal. Please, God, give me some more time. All I need is a few more years. Please, God.” I pleaded with God to be merciful. I wanted to have a family.

“Is everything okay, Jasmine?” My doctor came back into the office with a piece of paper in her hand. My eyes followed it and not her around the room as she took a seat in her chair.

“Yes.” A smile of hope was covering my face. The look on hers was hard to read. I wanted to tell her to get on with all of the questions and give me my damn results. This whole situation was pressing my patience to an all-time low.
Come on with it, bitch!

“I am happy to tell you that you are with child.” She smiled as she spoke.

“Really?” I was asking to be sure. I knew she wasn’t lying but I wanted to make sure this shit wasn’t a crazy hallucination or something. I had my moments. I wasn’t oblivious to my situation just not focused on that shit right now.

“Yes, really. You are having a baby.”

“I . . . I can’t believe it.” Tears welled up in my eyes and began to fall down my cheeks. I brushed them away but they continued to fall.

“Well, believe it. In nine short months you will be having a nice bundle of joy. Was this something that you wanted or was this an accident?” she inquired.

Did this bitch call me a whore on the sly? I know she didn’t. She couldn’t have.
Maybe I was overreacting. Yes, I was overreacting. She didn’t want to be a victim. I was sure of it.

I almost said that I killed a few bitches to get this baby, but I didn’t. That probably would have freaked the shit out of her. She was this petite white woman probably in her early fifties.

“It was planned. We have been trying for a few months now and finally today it is all coming true.” I sniffed back tears as I spoke.

“So the father knows you are here?” she asked.

I kept my cool and answered, in case I was wrong. “Yes, he had to work. But he really wanted to be here with me. He is going to be so happy to find out about our baby. This is the start of a great life for us. We got married a few months ago, bought a new house and car, and now this. Life is good for us right now. I can’t wait to tell him. This the first of many.”

“I’m so happy for you. Being a mother is so rewarding. I look forward to walking with you during this process. I am going to need you to follow up with me in a few weeks to check out the progress. Here is a prescription for some prenatal vitamins and few other things that you will have to take to keep you and the unborn child healthy,” she said as she handed me a few slips of paper.

“Thank you so much. I am going to enjoy this process as well,” I said as I hopped off of the table I was sitting on. I was ready to go and spread the good news. My first stop was my daddy’s grave. I had to tell him the good news.

“Daddy,” I said as I kneeled down in front of his headstone, “I miss you, Daddy.” My voice trembled a little. I smoothed my hand over the embossed picture of him on the headstone. My daddy was so handsome. Just like Alex.

“Your little girl is going to be a mommy. You’re going to be a grandpa. Can you believe it?” The silence drove me wild. I knew that there would never be a reply but I still hoped for one.

“Daddy, I wish that you were here and that she was in there instead of you. Why did you stay with her, Daddy? Why didn’t you leave her? Why did you let her take you away? You were supposed to be here. You let her kill him! You let her kill him!” I cried out toward the heavens.

I stayed at the gravesite for a few more minutes as I got out the tears that I hadn’t shed since my mother killed him all those years ago. They were long overdue. I drove home in gloomy quietness. I entered my home alone for the last time yesterday. Today I was officially not home alone.

 

 

I sat in my office, at my desk, deep in thought. I was going over the events of the day before yesterday. Alex and Jasmine had made another trip down to the precinct where I worked for some investigative questioning. I have to be honest and say that I was totally perplexed with the fact of this last girl’s murder at the club and these two being in the same club on the same night and the fact that his number was found in the victim’s phone once again. My chief was pressing me once again with the progress of resolution and I was sure he was being pressed by the district attorney’s office. Seven murdered females over the period of a year wasn’t a high priority on the list of importance in Baltimore but it was getting close. I was under the microscope and now the guy who was supposedly working with me on this case was smitten with me because I wet my dick in his hole the other day. I didn’t include Ashley in this last inquiry because I didn’t know how she would respond or act. I, for a fact, knew that Alex wanted this to go away, and quietly I might add. After sitting down with these two I had some very promising suspicions on the brain. This was how the meeting went down two days ago:

Before he could answer Jasmine snatched the paper and got an eyeful for herself. “I want to be the mother of your children,” she read out loud. You could see the anger rising up on her face. “I am going to enjoy blowing your back out trying to conceive them,” she continued to read. “I can’t
. . .
I can’t
. . .
believe you would do this to me, to us.” She rubbed her belly and trembled as tears fell from her eyes. “How could you?”

“I’ll e
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mail you all of my findings so you can be caught up. Other than that, the only time I need to see you is when I need some wet mouth or ass. Got it?”

I laughed to myself as I came back to the present. “That was a good day for me.” I was mainly talking about the fuck and crossing Alex off my list as a suspect. That still put me back at square one for suspects. I still had my suspicions about Alex and Jasmine’s relationship. I mean it looked and seemed legitimate. But I for one knew how to fake a good relationship, because I was doing it now. Something wasn’t right but I still couldn’t put my finger on it. I would be paying closer attention from now on for sure.