Chapter 24
The abortion clinic smelled like guilt and bad choices, females carrying every emotion surrounded her. Some cried, some laughed, and some were like her, terrified. She just wanted to get it over and move on with her life, she couldn’t wait to leave for school.
Farrah sat stiff in the chair, hands folded tightly as Pooh sat with her.
Her leg bounced like she was having something, her nerves were through the roof.
Sunglasses covered her eyes, shielding the fear and shame.
Her being there was supposed to fix everything, but she felt like her world was crumbling.
“Relax, sister,” Pooh placed her hand on her leg to stop the shaking.
“I’m trying to. Is it going to hurt?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know? I’ve never had an abortion.”
“But you said…”
“I know, I lied to get you here. I’m sure this doesn’t hurt as bad as pushing a baby out.”
Farrah dropped her head and closed her eyes. In and out, erase the mistake, and go to college. She played those words in her head until her name was called.
A nurse came out with a clipboard, her voice was too calm, “Farrah,” she said gently with a smile. “The doctor will see you now.”
“I’ll be right here, sister,” Pooh assured her as she followed the woman.
Farrah jumped when she heard the scream of another woman, she felt like she was going to throw up. Minutes later, she was undressed, lying on her back, staring at the ceiling tiles. She counted the cracks to keep from hyperventilating.
The doctor that was examining her sighed.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “You’re past the window for this procedure.”
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, walking right 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 was eight 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?”
“Nothing. What’s up with you?”
“Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Whatever you need to tell me, that’s the only time you come and chill with me. Ohhhh, you know you about to leave for school and you gon’ miss me,” he joked, but instead of laughing, Farrah was crying.
“I’m not going to college.”
“What?”
She looked at her dad with a face full of tears, “I’m pregnant and too far along for an abortion.”
His face was lifeless, it looked like the color had left his body.
“Farrah.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she cried as he wrapped his arms around her.
She knew if no one had her back, he would.
“I have to tell Cam.”
“Cam? I thought y’all stopped talking.”
“We did, I haven’t talked to him. I thought it was Harlem’s but it’s Cam’s.”
She felt like a complete fool telling her father she had slept with two different guys, but if she was going to be anything, it was honest with everyone.
Ace decided to go with her to break the news to Cam and his people. Farrah sat in the passenger seat nervous as hell as they pulled to Cam’s house. Her hands were shaking so bad she could barely open the door to get out.
“Daddy.”
“Yeah?”
“What if he doesn’t want it?”
Ace screwed up his face, “He doesn’t have a fuckin’ choice.”
They finally got out and made their way up the familiar stairs, she rang the bell and tried not to cry. She couldn’t believe pregnancy was the reason for their visit. Stacy opened the door dressed perfectly, brows lifted in surprise, but she welcomed them inside.
“What y’all doing here so early? I’ll get grab some extra plates, Stone and Cam are already at the dining room table.”
Farrah followed her father as Ace led the way like he owned the house.
When they walked into the room, both Cam and Stone looked up.
Stone’s expression was unreadable like always.
Hers and Cam’s eyes met, he looked back down at his phone, he didn’t even speak.
The entire scene was awkward as hell, but they took a seat anyway.
“I called you,” Farrah finally spoke as Cam looked at her.
“I saw. What’s up?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“For what? I’m sure it’s not important,” he shot back as Stacy walked in holding two plates.
Farrah swallowed hard, “It is… I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”
The room went still, the plates in Stacy’s hands hit the floor and shattered.
“Excuse me?” Stacy managed to say.
Farrah’s eyes filled with tears, “I tried to fix it. I’m too far along.”
Cam started laughing, causing everyone to look at him.
“If y’all believe that’s my baby, y’all crazy. Farrah was with other niggas, not just me.”
“What you saying?” Ace spoke up before Farrah could.
“I’m saying she lying,” Cam shot back.
Stone finally spoke, low and deadly.
“Everyone sit down.”
His eyes locked on to Farrah, “How far along are you?”
“Too far,” she whispered with her head low.
Stacy slapped the table, “This is some bullshit!”
“Bullshit, but reality, so now what?” Ace stepped on his daughter’s behalf as Stacy did for her son.
Stone leaned back slowly, expression dark and undetectable.
“I know a doctor that will pull that baby out by the fuckin’ feet, my son too young to be anyone’s father.”
“But he ain’t too young to be fuckin’?” Ace countered as Stacy rolled her eyes.
“Look, I know y’all probably hate me right now, I tried to get rid of it! This is what I didn’t want.”
“Relax, Farrah. Mistakes happen. We wait until the baby comes, get the DNA test, and move on as a family,” Stone replied in a calm tone that made Stacy snap her head in his direction and calm Farrah’s nerves.
Stone was always calm in any situation, he never raised his voice, he had a solution for every problem.
Stacy, on the other hand, was a livewire, especially when Cam was involved, so her love for Farrah went out the window.
Stacy liked Farrah but not enough for Farrah to make her a grandmother.
Stacy got up and stormed off while Stone and Ace headed to the office, leaving Cam and Farrah alone.
The silence was thick in the room, she had so much to say but not a word came out. He wouldn’t even look at her.
“Cam.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry this happening, but we can’t go on like this.”
“Farrah, I don’t give a fuck. I know that baby not mine, better go try Harlem and every other nigga you been fuckin’ on.”
Farrah’s feelings were hurt, Cam wasn’t letting up.
“I’ve only been with you and Harlem.”
“Well, you need to be at his crib, not mine.”
She sat there silent for a minute as her chest caved in.
“You know what, Cam? Fuck you, you ain’t shit but a spoiled ass momma’s boy. You gotta know that you gon’ help me with this baby though, I don’t give a fuck what you talking about.”
“Wait a minute, don’t talk to my son like that!” Stacy appeared from around the corner where she had to have been listening.
Farrah was fed up with Stacy and her son.
“Tell your son to man up because like I said, I’m not doing this alone, none of it!”
“And you won’t have to once that DNA test confirms it’s his, until then, don’t further upset me.”
If Farrah didn’t think Stacy would whoop her ass, she would’ve spit in her face, but instead, she nodded and walked out their house. Being a crazy baby momma was never on her to-do list, but she was going to make Cam’s life a living hell if he made her that way.