Farrah sat up so fast, the room spun.
“What?” she snapped. “That’s not possible!”
“You’re further along than you thought,” the doctor continued. “Legally, we can’t…”
“Illegally? I’ll pay whatever price, please! I leave for college in a week, please.”
The doctor’s face softened but she stayed professional.
“I’m sorry. I suggest scheduling an appointment with your primary care doctor.”
Tears fell from her eyes, Farrah couldn’t believe what she was hearing. If it wasn’t Harlem’s baby, it was Cam’s being that they were the only two niggas she was fucking at the time. That shit hit her hard, she was over Cam and there she was carrying his baby. She felt like the dumbest bitch on the planet, her hands started shaking violently as she got dressed. She barely made it to the garbage can before she threw up, her life was over. No NIU, no dorm rooms, no clean slate… just a baby she didn’t want by a boy who damn near hated her. She rushed out, walkingright past her sister as Pooh ran behind her trying to see what happened.
“Farrah, wait! What happened?!”
“My life is fucking overrrr!” she threw a fit right outside the clinic.
“What the fuck happened?!”
“I’m too far along, I can’t have an abortion! It’s Cam’s baby!”
“What?”
Farrah fell to her knees crying. Stone would probably kill Cam for being reckless, Stacy would blame her, and Ace would use the baby as a weapon. She was trapped, not by the streets, but by her own body and the one thing she couldn’t run from was growing inside of her.
In her head, she was blaming everyone: Cam for not using protection, herself for not making him, her mother for not teaching her shit, and her father for not having time. She didn’t want to be like the statistics in the hood, she was better than that.
“So now what?” Pooh asked once they finally made it to the car.
“I have to tell Cam.”
“What you think he gon’ say?”
“I don’t give a fuck what he says, I’m not doing this shit alone.”
“How you think his parents are going to react?”
Farrah hunched her shoulders, “At this point, I don’t even care.”
“When you gon’ tell ‘em?”
“Tomorrow… right now, I just wanna go home and cry.”
“It’s not the end of the world. You can still go to school here in the city, this baby doesn’t mean your life is over, it just means you have a reason to succeed.”
Farrah wished she could see the light at the end of the tunnel that Pooh saw, but she didn’t, her light was dim and close to going completely off.
It waseight in the morning, and Farrah’s eyes were wide open and swollen from crying all night. It had been two days since she left the clinic, and she still couldn’t bring herself to tell Cam. She hadn’t dialed that man’s number in forever and she didn’t want to, but she had to. She stared at her phone on the nightstand before finally grabbing it. Her thumb hovered over his name before placing the call. He didn’t hesitate to send her straight to the voicemail all three times she called.
She shook her head before standing to her feet, she heard her father talking on the phone from his bedroom. She washed her face and brushed her teeth before walking to his room.
“Damn right, I set that muthafucka up. I don’t give a fuck about his daughter getting locked up and I’m still getting that nigga for punching me. I ain’t satisfied.”
Farrah froze and listened to his conversation as her mouth dropped. She couldn’t lie, she felt so bad when she heard what happened to Diamond. She didn’t care for the girl, but she didn’t think she deserved to be in there, but whatever. She finally walked into his room and sat on the bed as he quickly ended the call that she had already heard.
Her nerves were through the roof, she had to tell him before she told Cam and his family. Her dad was her best friend so she wasn’t scared of his reaction, she was more so scared of the disappointment.
“What’s up?”
