Unscripted love Chapter 73 - B - Mzansi Stories

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Unscripted love Chapter 73 - B


#73 B


I don’t know how long I was out for but it was still raining when I woke up, lying face down on my pillow. The sound of my phone ringing chimed and filled the room. I shivered which in turn shot flashes of pain through my body. When the ringing stopped the house was dead silent. I tried to move but a sharp stabbing in my abdomen convinced me to stay put.

“Mama,” I croaked with what was left of my voice. It was hoarse beyond belief.
“God, why won’t you let me come home?”
There wasn’t a sound other than the soft rustling of the leaves on the trees outside my bedroom window. My fingers scraped over the bible clenched to my chest, attempting desperately to find to find life in a book that promised life. But all I found was a hard cover with inscriptions. The tears were streaming down my face and I used my last strength to skid forward, inch by inch until I reached the phone that was ringing again. The merciless hurt continued to rage through my fragile body.

I was starting to get sick again, pressing my cheek to my mattress to rest. I sobbed and feared I’d break into pieces from agonising pain.
“What!” I strained to the caller’s ear.
“Baby, I saw your mom leaving. Open the door for me.” Solomon requested.
“Please, let me help you. You sound like you are in a lot of pain and I want to help you. This whole thing has made me realise that I really love you. Our whole life together is waiting before us but we won’t get to experience it if you don’t let me in.”
I raised my pounding head, the front door seemed kilometres away from me. I edged forward some more but I knew I wouldn’t make it.
“There is a key under the flower pot.”

It must have taken an hour for him to figure out which flower pot I was talking about and locate the key or maybe it just felt that way. I was freezing and in so much torment that I was sure I was going to die. I heard Solomon’s even breaths, at least he’d managed to get into the house and I wasn’t alone.
“Solomon,” I hushed, my words almost inaudible.
“Oh, my God, Futhi. What have I done?” He shouted in alarm. “There is blood everywhere.”
Careful hands tried to sit me up but my distressing cry stopped him.
“I need to get you to the hospital.” All I was able to see were his feet, pacing back and forth, praying and pleading for forgiveness.
“Can you get up?” he asked.
I was too weak to even respond and he must have realised how serious this was. He picked up the phone and called an ambulance. A long while later, there were sirens in the distance.

I felt relief when a paramedic squatted next to me. “OK, we are going to place a brace around your neck but I can’t give you anything for the pain until you are in the ambulance. I need you to stay awake, okay?”
I clutched his hand when he and his buddy moved me, my fingernails dug deep into his skin. I tried to be brave but a small cry still escaped my lips. They carried me down on a stretcher, Solomon on their heels. Solomon was pale as a ghost, his face in total panic. He climbed behind me in the ambulance.

“Will she be okay?” He asked, distraught.
“What happened, sir?” the paramedic inquired instead of a reply.
Solomon grabbed his head in desperation. “I don’t know. I was just walking by her house and I heard someone screaming.”
The two paramedics exchanged a glance. I was sure they knew that I couldn’t scream that loud even if I wanted to. A tube was stick into my arm. “Are you allergic to any medication?” one of the men asked.
“No,” I whispered. My answer shouldn’t have been definite because I never really took medication, I believed that the blood of Jesus was the only medicine I needed.

The paramedic injected a clear liquid into the tube. “How old are you?”
“Eighteen.” Solomon answered in my stead, forgetting that he was supposed to be a man that was walking by. The men gazed at him.
“She looks sixteen to me. We have to call her legal guardians. Do you have the number for her parents?” The paramedic countered.
“She is eighteen. Her birthday was last month.”
Another exchange of glances.
“What is the nature of your relationship with her?”
“None. I’ve been to her father’s church a few times and I’ve seen her around.” Solomon alleged. Being reduced to nothing more than a stranger hurt.

The voices were getting lower. I was slowly drifting away, the medicine was working. My whole body felt like I was floating and the world around me was surreal. I smiled for a moment knowing that I was finally going home and there wouldn’t be any debates about me going to hell for taking my own life. The paramedic injected the deadly dose so technically I wasn’t my own cause of death.

To my horror, I woke up when I was rolled into my own room and placed on a bed with pink sheets. I was dying of thirst and requested water.
“I’m sorry,” a nurse told me. “You need to be seen by another doctor first. We pumped your stomach but we still need to need to know what’s causing the bleeding. You can’t eat or drink anything just in case we have to wheel you into surgery.”
The paramedics left after filling in some forms and Solomon took my hand while we waited for the doctor. “I am so sorry, Futhi.” He looked desperate. “I never wanted for any of this to happen but I didn’t want you to go through the shame and ridicule that comes with teenage pregnancy. I did this because I care about you and I wanted us to have a fighting chance. Look at your sister, your dad hates Levi because he impregnated her before he married her. I want us to get married, have kids at the right time, under the right circumstances.

Baby, you are going to university in Johannesburg next year. You wouldn’t have been able to do that with a child. I made this decision for us, for you, for our future. I care about you that much. If you care about me tell them that someone else got you pregnant.”

I squeezed his hand in agreement, too weak to object, and he brushed a few loose braids off my face. “I love you. Never forget that.”
In that moment a young man entered.
“Good evening, I’m Doctor Smith.” He glared at Solomon. “Are you her father?”
“No. I am her fiancé,” he grumbled. Was his speech a proposal?
“I’m afraid you have to wait outside.”
“But I am her fiancé.” Solomon protested.
“I’m sorry, but only relatives are allowed with the patient.” Dr Smith was unyielding. “Fiancés don’t qualify. Hospital Policy.”
Solomon crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Well, I’m not leaving,” he announced.
Dr Smith gave him a polite smile. “Then I’ll have to call security.”

Solomon considered him for a moment before deciding to give in. With some muffled threats under his breath, he left the room. Slamming the door behind him.
Dr Smith’s eyes followed him with a frown. “Your sugar daddy has quite the temper,” he remarked in a condescending tone.
I chose not to respond.
He leaned casually against the wall next to my bed, clipboard in hand.
“Intombefuthe do-”
“Ntombifuthi. Call me Futhi.” I remarked.
“Ok. Futhe, do you remember what happened?”
“Yes.” I licked my lips, they were covered in dry blood. “I took some pills.”
“Approximately how many pills?”
I counted in my head. “Maybe fifteen or so.”
He squinted at me. “Including or excluding the abortion pills?”
“How far along were you?”
I was confused. “What do you mean?”
“Did the doctor tell you how far along you were in the pregnancy before the doctor gave you the abortion pills?”
“A doctor didn’t give them to me.”
“Where did you get the pills?”
“He gave them to me. He told me they were morning after pills. I didn’t want any of this.”
“Who is ‘he’?”
“Can I have some water, please?”

He seemed satisfied for the time being and examined me. When he pressed my abdomen, I screamed in pain. He rolled me to the side and examined my back. His eyebrows narrowed more and more as time passed.
“I will do an ultrasound to determine your internal injuries. You are losing a lot of blood and we may need to operate.”
That sounded dreadful. A machine was rolled next to the bed and he squirted some gel on my belly. His eyes were glued to the monitor while he gently glided with probe all over my stomach. I watched him to try and read his face.

He couldn’t be much older than twenty five with short blond hair and bottle green eyes. His features were fine, especially his nose which was very straight, a small dimple in his chin. His skin was tanned and in many ways he was attractive.

He printed some pictures and turned to me with a sigh. “How long ago was your last period?”
“About five weeks or so.”
He studied me, pity in his eyes. “The pregnancy has passed but I’m picking up retained products of pregnancy. We’ll monitor that to see if they pass naturally, if they don’t then a surgeon will perform a laparoscopy to clean out the remains.”
I took in a sharp breath which was a big mistake, my stomach rebelled with unbearable ache. I should have been relieved that I wasn’t going to be a teen mother but instead, tears filled my eyes. Though I didn’t want to be pregnant, I most certainly didn’t want my baby to die if God had given it to me.

“You are lucky to be alive. 1 in 100 000 abortions using the pill end in death, you escaped even though you did not take the medication as prescribed. I can’t tell if there is any long term damage to the uterus yet. We’ll do a couple of tests and take it from there,” he continued. “A nurse will bring you food and something to drink in a few minutes, and after that, we will talk again.”

He got up and left, leaving me behind in total shambles. The tears were now running freely and my heart threatened to break in two. I lost my baby. Not only that, he or she was torn from me. An anguished sound escaped my throat. How did I ever allow this to happen?

“Sunshine, what’s wrong?” Solomon was beside me holding my hand with a huge bunch of red roses and a big fluffy teddy bear.
“I lost my baby. I might never have another one,” I sniffled.
He paled, his eyes wide open. “Did the doctor say that?”
I got angry. “You murdered my child.” I hissed.
“Now, Futhi,” he warned. “You need to stay calm. I am just as upset as you about what happened. Neither of us meant for any of this to happen. If you tell them anything it will be my word against yours. They will believe me and you will be all alone. Nobody wants to marry a barren woman. Your father will hate you, your mother will be disappointed in you, your sister is moving to London – you will have no one.”

My head was spinning from an overload of information, I couldn’t think straight anymore. On the one hand I wanted Solomon to pay for what he did but on the other, I was terrified of being alone. I didn’t want to feel alone, I didn’t trust my own company.

“I am just so tired.” I muttered. “This is too much to handle.”
“Hey, he stroked my cheek. “Why don’t you try to rest? I am here for you. I will make sure nothing bad happens to you. Let me lay hands on you, close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes, the events of the last few hours overwhelming. All I wanted was to drift off to sleep and forget.

When my food came Solomon woke me up and fed me. He was very patient in-between the long pauses between bites and held my hand the entire time. He kept kissing the palm of my hand and telling me over and over again how beautiful I was and how much he loved me when I wasn’t asleep.

He was talking to me softly when Dr Smith reappeared. He froze dead in his tracks when he saw Solomon by my side.
“I thought I told you to wait in the reception area.” His glare was challenging this time.
“Futhi wants me to be with her.” Solomon stood up, trying to appear intimidating.
It didn’t work. “If you get near her again while she is under my care, I will have you arrested.” Dr Smith’s voice was firm and he didn’t waver under Solomon’s frown.
“I..” Solomon started but was crudely interrupted.
“You will what?” Dr Smith asked viciously. “Drug me like you drugged her?”
Solomon’s eyes narrowed. “You shouldn’t be making those types of accusations.”

Dr Smith gave out a wicked laugh. “Do you think I don’t know what’s going on? If you do not leave right this instance, I will call the cops.”
It was the first time in my life I saw someone who wasn’t dazzled by Solomon. He stormed out of there without another word.
“I don’t know why you still talk to him, that asshole could have killed you.” he sneered.
“Please do not talk about him like that.” I requested kindly.
He let it slide. “Well, I want to keep you here for a few days.”
I hated hospitals. “I want to go home.” I said stubbornly. “You can’t keep me here against my will.”
He sighed. “No. I can’t. But just so you know, I will have to file a police report.”

I raised my head in alarm, daggers stabbing my brain. “For what? That only applies to child abuse cases.”
He smirked sarcastically. “Unfortunately for you, your sugar daddy gave you abortion pills without your knowledge. I am required to report to file a report if I treat someone who may have been the victim of a crime.”
I gave him the evil eye. “I never said that I got them from him. My sister works in a law firm. She knows people that will sue you if you do that.”
He puckered his lips, his eyes amused by my retort. “Bite me.”
“I don’t eat pork.” I fell back into my pillow in defeat, my whole body throbbing as a result. He chuckled when I grimaced.
“I tell you what. If you agree to stay until I discharge you, I will reconsider filing a report.”
“I thought you said it’s the law.”
He shrugged. “You won’t testify anyways and you will come up with some bullshit story to save his ass. You might walk out of that door and die from haemorrhage from complications or your sugar daddy might finish you off with a lethal dosage of whatever else he has in his possession. I would rather not take the chance.”

I was so tired and I didn’t even know what I would tell my parents when I got home way past my curfew. My prior reluctance was dwindling. “Ok doctor, if you swear you won’t file the report or tell my parents why I am here. Solomon says a doctor is not allowed to tell other people what’s wrong with their patient. I don’t want them to know.”

His hand brushed over my arm and it felt oddly comforting. “You’ve got my word.”
Somehow I was sure Dr Smith would never betray me.
“My advice,” he added. “That creep is not worth you killing yourself. This has happened, it is painful but this isn’t your only and final tale to tell. You made it against impossible odds, do not waste your life with him…”

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