morning sickness.”
“I’m sorry. Listen, I’m about to go in for my interview. Can we talk after?”
“I’m at the clinic. I’m going to get an abortion today.”
“Zoe, please don’t do this. Just give me another few hours.”
“I made up my mind.”
My brain reeled, and I thought I might throw up. My mouth didn’t want to work, and I couldn’t do anything but make choking noises. Finally, something snapped, and I found myself filled with anger. I couldn’t abide by such disloyalty. She was pressuring me and not giving me the chance to even talk it out with her. Not only that, she’d called me to tell me on the most important day of my life!
“You want to kill our baby so you can keep doing porn. If you do that, I never want to speak to you again.”
“I’m glad to know you feel that way. That makes this a lot easier.”
“Zoe. I…” The phone went dead. I’d wanted to say, I didn’t mean it. She hadn’t given me the chance. I looked at the time. I had to go into my interview.
Chapter Eleven: Zoe
He said he never wanted to speak to me again. So much for loving me forever. I sat in the clinic waiting for the nurse to call my name. I’d made up my mind last night after listening to one of Billy’s many voicemails. He certainly was full of himself. He really thought I should give up my life and let him take care of me. I could take care of myself. Having a baby right now would guarantee I couldn’t. I’d be trapped, dependent on him for the rest of my life.
I made ten grand a month with my modeling, and the burlesque troop had gotten amazing reviews from our Halloween show. We could become a local sensation. The top burlesque troop in the city booked shows for thousands of dollars a night. I was supposed to give that all up for a guy I’d been dating for three months?
I sat stone faced staring at the glossy white paint and the ugly posters about STDs and flu shots. My heart sank and my anger abated. I had to admit to myself that I was going to miss Billy more than I could bear. I didn’t want it to be over.
He’d just broken up with me while I sat in an abortion clinic. His stupid website was obviously more important to him than me. Tears broke from my eyes, and I began to sob uncontrollably.
A few moments later, a nurse in purple scrubs sat beside me. “Are you Zoe Parker?”
“Yes.” I sobbed. I was full on ugly crying and couldn’t stop. The other women in the clinic looked up at me. A young woman with a huge pregnant belly glanced over her Parenting magazine with worried eyes.
“Hun, it’s probably not a good idea to go through the procedure being so emotional. You should be calm. If you’re conflicted, take a few more days to think about it.”
“I’m sorry. Listen, I’m about to go in for my interview. Can we talk after?”
“I’m at the clinic. I’m going to get an abortion today.”
“Zoe, please don’t do this. Just give me another few hours.”
“I made up my mind.”
My brain reeled, and I thought I might throw up. My mouth didn’t want to work, and I couldn’t do anything but make choking noises. Finally, something snapped, and I found myself filled with anger. I couldn’t abide by such disloyalty. She was pressuring me and not giving me the chance to even talk it out with her. Not only that, she’d called me to tell me on the most important day of my life!
“You want to kill our baby so you can keep doing porn. If you do that, I never want to speak to you again.”
“I’m glad to know you feel that way. That makes this a lot easier.”
“Zoe. I…” The phone went dead. I’d wanted to say, I didn’t mean it. She hadn’t given me the chance. I looked at the time. I had to go into my interview.
Chapter Eleven: Zoe
He said he never wanted to speak to me again. So much for loving me forever. I sat in the clinic waiting for the nurse to call my name. I’d made up my mind last night after listening to one of Billy’s many voicemails. He certainly was full of himself. He really thought I should give up my life and let him take care of me. I could take care of myself. Having a baby right now would guarantee I couldn’t. I’d be trapped, dependent on him for the rest of my life.
I made ten grand a month with my modeling, and the burlesque troop had gotten amazing reviews from our Halloween show. We could become a local sensation. The top burlesque troop in the city booked shows for thousands of dollars a night. I was supposed to give that all up for a guy I’d been dating for three months?
I sat stone faced staring at the glossy white paint and the ugly posters about STDs and flu shots. My heart sank and my anger abated. I had to admit to myself that I was going to miss Billy more than I could bear. I didn’t want it to be over.
He’d just broken up with me while I sat in an abortion clinic. His stupid website was obviously more important to him than me. Tears broke from my eyes, and I began to sob uncontrollably.
A few moments later, a nurse in purple scrubs sat beside me. “Are you Zoe Parker?”
“Yes.” I sobbed. I was full on ugly crying and couldn’t stop. The other women in the clinic looked up at me. A young woman with a huge pregnant belly glanced over her Parenting magazine with worried eyes.
“Hun, it’s probably not a good idea to go through the procedure being so emotional. You should be calm. If you’re conflicted, take a few more days to think about it.”
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