Then came medical school, deadlines, and the pressure of being the best. I became overwhelmed, seeking out alternate ways to stay on top, like extracurricular activities with my mentor.
After a while my life was spinning out of control. I fell in love and began having an affair with my married professor, and to top it off we’ve been caught by his vengeful spouse. She’ll stop at nothing to expose her husband for the lying, cheating man he’s become, putting me directly in the crossfires of their very public separation. The school board is talking about revoking my credits.
I think he loves me. He claims we can have a future if I’m patient, but now there is something pressing me to make drastic decisions.
I’m pregnant and he thinks it’s best if I abort the child before anyone finds out. My only choice is to leave town, to return to the family who I know will protect me.
I don’t know what’s going to happen when my family discovers the truth, but at this point nothing can hurt me more than losing everything I’ve worked my whole life for.
He was my downfall, my reason for self-destructing. He’d done this to me; given me false hope regarding a future I knew we’d never be able to have. Too much scrutiny wouldn’t allow for a happy ending. Too many people had been burned by his wrath, his lies and deceit. Too many truths unraveled, resulting in betrayal and unjustly consequences. What good was a relationship without the ability to trust? I knew what had to be done, yet as James stood in front of me, his pleading eyes baring into my soul, I knew I’d never be able to let him go. He had a hold on me still, and knowing that made this another worthless attempt to break free. I couldn’t shake this man, even if he took me down with him, forcing me to give up everything I’d ever wanted. “Cammie, please don’t do this. I’m begging you. You can’t have this baby.”
I turned away, my eyes soiled with my own suffering. I knew if I pretended he wasn’t with me it would be easier. I stared at the wall in the room, a picture of a growing fetus and the cycle of gestation was my main focus. My hand coursed over my stomach, still too small to notice something was growing inside of me. I knew what I wanted, what needed to happen in order for me to live with myself. I was fully away of what would happen if I let this man have the last say in something so important. This innocent life inside of me had nothing to do with his lies. The child was made because of my love for this man. Whether he felt the same for me, or was just trying to get into my pants was irrelevant. This was my decision.
Out of nowhere I sat up, everything becoming so clear. “You’re not in control of this situation, James. It’s my choice, my body, and more importantly my future. With or without you I’m having this baby, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”
She is married with two children and spends most of her time behind a keyboard, writing
stories that come from her heart.