Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Might as well get it the hell over with.
I walked to my kitchen, looked at the dishes that I’d forgotten to do last night —or purposefully overlooked, and winced.
Yeah, I really needed to do that today. Maybe I’d have the energy to do it later.
Inwardly I laughed, because I knew that to be a lie. That was why they were piled up so high—because I just flat out didn’t have the energy to do them.
I’d been temping four days a week, twelve hours a day, at the local dentist office. Added onto that was the Kids Brush project that I volunteered with the schools on Fridays, and I was downright exhausted.
Luckily, today I wouldn’t be wrestling any alligators—I mean kids—to clean their teeth, because I didn’t know if I could handle it.
Searching for my purse, keys, and phone took longer than it should have.
By the time I arrived at the hospital thirty minutes later, I was on the verge of being late.
So, I took the stairs instead of the elevator, and immediately regretted it when I felt the drip of sweat roll down my back and pool at the waistband of my panties.
Oh, God.
That poor man would have to smell me all sweaty.
Shit, shit, shit.
I slowed down to a walk, and made it to the fifth floor with three minutes and nine seconds to spare.
Score!
Walking into the room, I immediately groaned.
There were like, fifty pregnant women there. Okay, more like ten, but they took up a lot of room, and at least five of them brought their kids, who were running around and screaming.
Fucking wonderful.
It wasn’t that I hated kids so much as I hated other people’s kids. I was sure that I’d like my own kids…but the fact that I couldn’t tell these kids to control their shit when they ran by me screaming was enough to cause me to want to scream along with them.
Closing my eyes, I tried to meditate and keep my calm, but by the time my name was called a fucking hour and twenty minutes after my appointment? Yeah, I wasn’t so calm anymore.
So, call me crazy when I got into the room and my blood pressure was through the roof.
“Your blood pressure is a little high…” the nurse’s aide taking my blood pressure said. “Are you feeling okay?”
“The waiting room was hot, there were about eight million screaming kids running around it, and some big man sat next to me and hogged my armrest for at least an hour of it. I’m fine, but I’m a little on edge right now,” I said carefully. Not to mention y’all made me wait for an hour and a freakin’ half.
“Ahh,” she nodded. “I’m sure that’s it. What brings you in today? I see that your last exam was less than six months ago.”
Exam? Was that what I was calling what Reed did to me?
What I allowed him to do me?
“I’ve had a significant weight gain in the last three months, and I’ve been having continuous cramping since then, too. I’ve been tired, irritable, and I’m fairly sure that I have eaten everything that’s in front of me as soon as it’s put there,” I told the girl.
She looked at me oddly, then walked me to a door that said ‘bathroom.’
“There is a cup in there with your name on it. Use the moist towelette…”
I held my hand up and nodded.
“Got it.”
She grinned. “Put it in the silver cabinet when you’re through.”
I nodded and went in there, picking up the smallest cup in the history of cups.
After cleansing myself with the towelette, I tried my best not to pee on myself as I held the cup, and then moaned when I overfilled it.
“This would be so much easier if I were a man,” I muttered to myself, placing the cup on the edge of the counter and trying not to drip as I did.
And I watched in horror as the cup slipped and fell right into the sink, splashing the wall.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered, watching as my pee slid down the wall. “Dammit.”
I reached for the cup, thankful that I still hadn’t finished going, and filled it up again.
Well, ish.
I filled it up to the first line, which meant there was barely a half an inch in the bottom.
It’d have to be enough, because I literally didn’t have any more to give.
This time, I stood up and walked it over to the cabinet with my pants and panties around my ankles, opened the door, and bent down to place the cup inside.
When I did, the other half of the door opened, and I was met with a woman’s laughter as she said, “Oh, Dr. Hail, you’re the funniest.”
I nearly dropped my pee.
“Oh, shit.”
My ‘oh, shit’ brought the attention from the man across the room.
His eyes automatically looked at me, through the other cups of pee in the cabinet, and his amusement was clear.