Page 63 of A Trial of the Heart
I had already concluded that Rashad wasn’t guilty of any of the charges. Anita confirmed it once again.
“I’m going to try my best.” I didn’t know how I was going to pull it off, but my ultimate goal was to prove Rashad’s innocence and expose the office.
“Good.” Her voice was just above a whisper. “Is there anything else?”
My welcome was over. “No, no.” I stood. “Thank you for giving me the time. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out, no matter the time.”
Anita smiled weakly. “Thanks.”
I headed for the door; I was almost positive thatthanksAnita tossed out was her saying she’d never contact me. Even if she didn’t reach out, my focus now was all on Rashad.
Chapter
Thirty-One
Shiloh:
“Whew.” I let out a low sigh, hiking the skirt over my thick hips and hovering over the toilet to pee, ensuring no parts of my body touched the commode. I was in Walgreen’s squatting over a pregnancy test that couldn’t wait until I made it home. I was three weeks past my cycle, and I needed an answer immediately.
Finishing my business, I tossed the toilet paper into the toilet, pulled my panties up, and pulled my skirt down before flushing the toilet with my heel. I hated using public bathrooms, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
As the toilet flushed, I placed the pregnancy test on top of the sink before washing my hands. Staring back at my reflection, I had to softly laugh at myself. I was an entire mess, and it had only changed in such a short time. I wore what I was going through well, so no one would have ever guessed. Only seconds had passed, yet it felt like hours or even days. I just needed to know. Pressing my eyes closed, I said a quick yet heartfelt prayer to God, praying that he’d spare me just this once.
Slightly opening one eye and peering at the test, the positive forced both my eyes to double in size, and my skin to feel hot.Having to be sure, I picked up the test, and sure enough, the digital test read pregnant with the number 1-2 under it. I cupped my hand over my mouth in shock. I knew these numbers were only an estimate and wasn’t my actual weeks of gestation.
“Oh, hell,” came out just above a whisper. My eyes ignored my brain at the request to look away from the test. Staring at it, I felt like I was on auto pilot. With the amount of sex Rashad and I had, I knew pregnancy could be a factor. I just thought maybe our luck had been good. Guess it wasn’t good after all.
I’d seen the pregnancy test, still felt it in my hand, but staring back at my reflection made this moment so much more of a reality.
“I’m pregnant.” I found myself repeating those words over and over again.
The loud knock on the door startled me.
“Just a moment.”
I pushed the tears from my face that I hadn’t even realized had fallen, even though I looked in the mirror. It was almost like I was in a trance. Gathering up the contents from the test, I rapidly shoved it in my purse, taking another glance at myself and ensuring my expression didn’t resemble what I was going through.
“I’m sorry.” The apology came out shakily as I was met with a very angry expression from the older lady near the door.
“You sure took long enough. I don’t even know if I still need to go,” she snapped. How her old ass didn’t know if she still had to pee was baffling to me, but it wasn’t my body, so who was I to speak on it?
“My apologies,” I respectfully responded. I’d taken longer than intended in the bathroom, so her anger was understood.
“Tuh.” She surveyed me from top to bottom and then bottom to top, her eyes narrowing in on mine. “I don’t even know whyyour kind is even allowed in here.” She turned her nose up, giving me one of the deadliest looks possible.
I was trying to be respectful of my elders and the fact that I may have taken longer than needed, but her wrinkled Quasimodo looking ass had me ready to forget she was grave ready. Just as I went to respond, her old hag ass was saved by my phone ringing. I didn’t even have to look to know it was my mother by the ringtone and time.
“Have a blessed day.” I did the motion as if I was tipping my hat. My mother’s timely call had seriously saved her ass.
Just by the expression of Quasimodo Jr., I knew she was expecting me to show my ass, but she had been spared, and I was glad she had been. I had bigger things to argue about, and it didn’t involve someone that looked to be as old as Jesus.
“Mommy, I’m headed to you,” I declared the second I slid the green button over and the call connected. I needed my mother, so I was going to her.
With tears in my eyes, I raced to my mother’s house. I wasn’t sure what going to my mother’s would do, but like most situations, I needed her.
“Hey, Siri, call LeeAnn.” I swiped the tears from my face.
“Hey, girl. What’s up?” She answered almost instantly.
