I slowly opened my eyes, fighting the blinding lights flashing on my face.
Where am I?
You are awake, a woman in a doctor outfit said with a forceful professional smile on her face, I scrunched my face together, must you smile I asked her in my head? But returned a genuine smile.
She understood me, instantly apologising and blaming it all on stress. I nodded back in understanding.
What happened and why am I here in the hospital? She looked shocked at my question.
What do you mean?
Don't you remember anything? The doctor asked with a serious look on her face, all tiredness erased.
I scoff, is she joking with me right now? Would I ask that if I kne----
The memory flood back to me, i touched my now flat stomach, blinking at the doctor to explain why the weight is gone.
A police officer came into the room, he whispered something in her ears which she reacted to shockingly before nodding in agreement, after that, she said, could you please excuse me for a moment...
She didn't wait for my answer before attempting to walk out hurriedly. Hey doc, hold up. I tired to stop her, yelling as I struggled to seat upright with a hiss at the chronic pain throb on my waist.
She rushed back to me and helped me to calm down, do not undo the stitches of your surgery she warned sternly, for some reason I complied, so she left.
Leaning my head back down on the pillow, I was thinking of what havoc to cause to force them to talk to me as soon as possible when the officer cleared his throat to get my attention.
Oh, I forgot you were there I said grunting in pain.
He didn't chuckle, he kept a straight face, grabbed a chair and sat on it.
I did not like his unwelcoming face, I raised my brows at his attitude while he squinted his eyes at me, throwing a question that made my heart stop beating for some minutes...
My name is John Addison, may I ask you miss Stacy why you waited this long to kill your baby?
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and then Add to home screen.