Aurora Gayle

THE PREGNANCY

A GRIPPING PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER WITH A NAIL-BITING TWIST

CHAPTER ONE

I awake to the smell of vanilla birch and the faint scent of bleach and disinfectant. The combination makes me want to vomit yet again, but somehow I manage to keep down whatever little is left in my stomach after last night’s episode. My throat dry. Lips parched. Head pounding, I reach for the residue of water in the glass on my night stand. I am surprised to find that the glass has been refilled. Sadie must have refilled it while I tried to sleep my problems away. What would I ever do without Sadie and her wonderful husband Lawrence? When I moved to Atlanta and started working for Oasis Media; Sadie became my first friend in Atlanta. We bonded instantly; not just because we were the only two black girls working for the company but because Sadie was the kindest soul I had ever met. She would give a stranger the clothes off her back if they needed it. She was the only person to stand by me without judgement every time I messed up. I wondered if she was still here, I didn’t expect her to abandon her family for me; the irresponsible damsel in distress, who can’t learn from her past.

I begin to wonder what time it is, I pull my phone from the drawer in my night stand. It is: 4:41 am. I lay back down to sleep, but I know that sleep will evade me for the next few days, weeks even months. How am I pregnant?

* * *

“Hey, how are you doing?” I open my eyes slowly and Sadie’s face looms into my field of vision.

“Oh Sadie, I hope you didn’t stay here all night!” I say.

Sadie smiles at me, “of course I did, Lawrence got his mom to stay with Travis. There was no way we would leave you all by yourself last night”.

“Thank you Sadie, what would I ever do without you and Lawrence?”

Sadie takes hold of my hand, “Aria you know we will always be here for you no matter what”. I nod but I feel like I am becoming a burden to them.

“Sadie, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah sure”

I take a deep breath before I speak, “Do you believe me?”

She hesitates. Of course she would. Who would believe a crazy story like mine? I’m pregnant but I haven’t had sex with anyone in over a year. Not to mention the fact that I used to be an alcoholic who slept with random guys that I met in clubs and bars. Two years ago I changed my life around after a horrifying experience that almost cost me my life. Since then I’ve been sober, I stopped going to clubs and after my boyfriend Christian and I broke up a year ago I’ve been celibate. I wanted to re-discover myself and focus on me. So again? How am I pregnant? This must be a joke! I asked my doctor several times if she was sure that I was pregnant and each time she confirmed that I was indeed pregnant.

“But Doctor Lake that’s impossible” I told her, “I’ve been celibate for more than a year”. The judgmental look on her face will always stay with me. “Ms. Cromwell I suggest that you take a few days off work to relax and think about what’s best for you and the baby, clearly you are stressed”

I forgot all my rules about being labelled an angry black woman, “Me and the baby? There is no fucking baby because I haven’t had sex in over a year! Are you even listening to me?” I scream.

“Ms. Cromwell you need to calm down. I can recommend a great therapist for you, just so you can sit down and sort out your feelings about your pregnancy”.

The nerve of this bitch, “you think I’m crazy huh? You think I’m a crazy, angry black woman who can’t even remember when she got fucked and knocked up. If I was some white bitch I bet you would believe me!”

“Ms. Cromwell that’s not what I’m saying”.

I pick up my bag and coat and storm out of the clinic to the safety and confinement of my car. Once I’m in there, I cry like a baby for almost an hour. Then I call Sadie who insists that I’m in no condition to be driving and she comes to take me home.

“I believe you Aria!” she says finally.

“You do?” I ask searching her eyes for the tiniest hint of doubt but I can find none.

“Yes I do, It wouldn’t make sense for you to make this up. Plus I don’t believe you’ve been with anybody since Christian. You said the doctor did multiple tests right? So you’re definitely pregnant?”

I nod, “yep! Plus I’ve been having pregnancy symptoms for the past two months. It all makes sense now; the nausea, vomiting, spotting, fatigue and food cravings. I’ve put on a little weight and I’ve been really disgusted by onions lately”.

“We’ve got to think about how this happened. How far along are you?

“Doctor Lake says I’m about 3 ½ months pregnant.”

“Did you ask her about DNA testing? Sadie asked.

“No I went full ghetto on her and I stormed out of that clinic like a bat outta hell. I feel really bad now for the way I acted in there”.

‘Under the circumstances, I’d say you’re excused.”

I smile, “Sadie, thank you for being my friend. I don’t know what I would do without you and your family. You guys are always there for me. One day I will be able to repay you guys.”

“Awww You know you my sister right?” She reaches over to hug me and in that moment I know that Sadie would have my back no matter what.

CHAPTER TWO

Sadie and I are sitting at my kitchen table as I force myself to eat the spinach and cheese frittata she has prepared. Under normal circumstances; I would devour anything cooked by Sadie but my appetite seems to have declined just like my zeal and lust for life.

“I want you to think really hard. Did you have any medical procedure recently where you had to be unconscious for a period of time? I saw this piece on the news where this lady in a coma got pregnant; it’s got to be something like that Aria. There’s no other explanation!”

I shrug, “I did a root canal two months ago but I was awake the whole time. About six months ago I did a pap smear but again I was awake the whole time”.

I know Sadie is just trying to help and her heart is in the right place but truthfully I’d rather lie down in bed and think about how sorry my life is.

Sadie opens up her eyes with excitement as if she’s got a life changing idea. “Have you seen that show, Jane The Virgin? It’s on Netflix. This girl goes to her gynaecologist for a routine procedure and she is accidentally impregnated.”

“Sadie this is my life we’re talking about here, not a TV show.”

She sighs, “I know but it’s something that could’ve happened without your knowledge. What if you were artificially inseminated by accident instead of the Pap smear? The doctor could have mixed up your file with someone else’s.”

Sadie places her index finger on her temple as if pondering deeply. “Oh my gosh, could you imagine what a major lawsuit that would be? You’d be rich!”

“Sadie” I yell.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. You know I have an overactive imagination”.

“Damn right you do”, I say.

“Girl I dunno what to say. Like I said, I believe you 100%. So the only other explanation is either you were raped by aliens or accidently impregnated at a clinic or hospital”. She shrugs her shoulders in what I think is frustration or maybe even confusion but I know my story is ridiculous so who can blame her.

“Girl why you never got pregnant when we used to be wilding out in our 20’s at Club Cinco? You used to get white girl wasted yet somehow you never managed to get pregnant. It would have been so much easier to figure out what happened”.

I refuse to reply to Sadie, I know she’s just trying to inject some humour into this ridiculous predicament I have found myself in but nothing about it is funny to me. I want to ask her to leave but it feels wrong so I tell her I am going to take a nap. I cover the frittata and place it in the microwave. I’ve managed to eat just about half of it and a small bit of toast. I hope that I can keep it down.

I get up and walk slowly to my room, “Aria”. Sadie’s voice echoes gently in the tiny passageway leading to my bedroom and bath. “I think you should call the police”, she tells me.

“Sadie I don’t want more people thinking I’m a nutcase. I’m going to get to the bottom of this myself but right now I just need to rest and gather my strength. Please go home and make sure Lawrence and Travis are okay. I really appreciate you being here but I can’t expect you to disrupt your life for me”.

“Oh nonsense, you’re my sister. I’m not going anywhere”.

“Sadie, really it’s okay. I’m fine”, I say with hopes of reassuring her.

She studies me for a moment, “Okay but I’ll be back later with something for you to eat and I’m gonna call in to check on you. Answer your phone!”

I nod in agreement, “okay”.

“Let me make sure you’re okay before I go”, Sadie escorts me to my bedroom and pulls the covers over me like I am her five year old son Travis.

“I’m gonna fetch you some tea and refill this water glass”.

By the time Sadie is back I somehow manage to slip into a deep sleep but I could swear that I heard her or someone say, “It worked! The bitch is pregnant!” A chorus of laughter permeates the room but I am too weak to get up and investigate. Am I dreaming? Who said that? I struggle to open my eyelids which feel like a mini brick is holding them down so I give up and fall back into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER THREE

The scorching heat of the sun streaming into my window; wakes me up from my deep slumber. What is making me so tired? I say out loud. Sadie walks into the room just in time to answer, “Uh its called pregnancy. I used to be tired all the time when I was pregnant with Travis. Don’t worry you’ll get used to it”.

Sadie covers her mouth, “Oh my gosh are you even gonna keep the baby? I haven’t even considered this”.

“Sadie I don’t know”, I moan.

She leaves the chair next to my bedside to come over and embrace me. “It’s gonna be okay girl, we gonna get through this”.

Since my nap I feel a little better and my head feels much clearer. “Is it too late to have an abortion?” I ask.

“I dunno. I’m not an expert in that field. We should ask Monique”.

Both Sadie and I collapse with laughter. Monique is our ghetto fabulous friend who has a wealth of knowledge on topics like this.

“I don’t think I want an abortion though. It’s against what I believe in”, I say with very little conviction.

“You right. Abortion is basically murder and besides you can always give the baby up for adoption”.

I nod in agreement. “Did you go home?” I ask.

Yeah just for a bit, “I brought you some Mac and Cheese and baked chicken. You need to eat something”.

Sadie I say as I turn to look into her eyes, “Please tell no one about this”.

“Of course Aria; that goes without saying”.

“I need to figure out what’s happened to me. How I wound up pregnant.” A frightening thought occurs to me, “what if I have a mental disorder or some type of temporary amnesia?” I ask out loud.

Sadie considers it for a moment, “well that would explain a lot but these things are usually triggered by violent crimes or severe emotional distress. As far as I know you’re fine in that department.”

I sigh, “I need to retrace my steps 3 months ago”.

“When did you have that cold? That was about 3 months ago wasn’t it? And Mischka and I made you chicken soup, we were supposed to have wine and pizza that night.”

“Oh right but I wasn’t passed out or nothing at any time. I was fully conscious. I knew I got the cold from Mischka’s party though. Somebody had that nasty virus and came to a house party to spread their germs.” Mischka is our co-worker who Sadie and I sometimes hang out with. We often joke that Mischka wishes that she was black. She hangs on to our every word and tries to talk like us and dress like us. Mischka is also an advocate for the Black Lives Matter Movement and goes to a predominantly black church. “It’s a wonder she married a white man”, Sadie would say.

“I mean I haven’t been raped, I would remember something?” I said changing the subject.

“Unless you were drugged but I don’t think any date rape drug is that good”, Sadie replied.

“Look, there’s got to be a logical reason for this. I think we need to bring Monique into this”.

I look at her in disbelief, “absolutely not!”

“Ari, she’s the most street smart of all us. She’s from the hood and she will know how to go about this better than anyone else”, Sadie pleaded.

“Yes and she’s also a loud mouth without any confidentiality or sensitivity”. I was not about to tell Monique my business, I might as well put out a press release.

“Ari, you’re missing the point. I know Monique is horrible at keeping secrets but I’ll talk to her. I think we need her, I don’t know how to go about this. You don’t want to go to the police and we don’t have a clue about how you got pregnant. Monique will have a fresh perspective and she just knows stuff. Please Aria! Just trust me on this,” Sadie begged.

I roll my eyes, “I don’t know why I’m even entertaining this”.

Sadie looks at me; her eyes filled with excitement, “Because you know I’m right”.

I close my eyes for a few seconds before I speak, “Okay but if she tells anyone about this I’ll strangle her with my two hands”.

“Damn dem pregnancy hormones are working overtime girl”, Sadie says through laughter. “I’ll talk to Monique tomorrow after work. By the way, are you going to work tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ve got to have some semblance of normalcy”, I say.

Sadie and I make eye contact and I swear I can see her soul. Not like I haven’t seen it before, it’s just that I can tell that she is a true and genuine friend. And despite my unbelievable, ridiculous story; she believes me. Many friends would have doubted me and called me a liar but Sadie believes in me and this is all I need to get me through the tough months that I know are ahead.

“Are you gonna be okay tonight? Lawrence and I can drop by to check on you if you like”.

“Thanks but I’ll be okay. You guys have done more than enough; I can’t ask any more of you”.

“Of course you can, you’re my sister. Come here,” and with that I am enveloped in a large hug.

CHAPTER FOUR

“How the fuck you wind up pregnant when you supposed to be celibate and sober”, Monique asked for the sixth time.

“Oh sweet Jesus Monique, you promised”, Sadie said.

“Yeah but this some weird shit”, Monique shook her head as if there was no hope for me.

“I wish I knew what happened and how I ended up like this”, I say calmly.

Monique was up in my face snapping her fingers, “Bitch is you lying? Cuz lemme tell you; it’s okay to be a whore. Ain’t nothing wrong with getting your freak on and accidentally getting pregnant. Shit, it happened to me when I was 21. I was so happy when I lost that baby, whew child”.

“I have’nt had sex with anybody since Christian and I broke up. I haven’t had a drink since that incident two Halloween’s ago”. I knew Monique would not believe me and I could not blame her.

“Then bitch you got raped by an alien. I saw this documentary about people who get abducted by aliens in their sleep and when they wake up they don’t remember anything. The aliens do all kinds of tests and experiments on them and then they just drop them back on earth like nothing happened”.

“How do they know they got raped by an alien if they don’t remember anything”, I asked.

“Cuz they would wake up with strange marks on their skin and then they would get hypnotized to find out what really happened to them. Oh my gosh! Bitch your ass need to get hypnotized”, Monique said with the excitement of a child on the way to Disneyland.

Sadie looked disturbed, “Wait! Hold your horses! You really think that Aria’s been raped by an alien? This is crazy! You’re crazy! This is a real situation that our friend is going through, not the plot for a sci fi television show. I thought you could really help us out but I guess I was wrong”.

“I think hypnosis might be a good idea,” I interrupted. I might be able to remember something important in the process. I do agree with Sadie, that alien story is actually crazy. I’m pretty sure that’s not what happened.”

“Ya’ll bitches can say what ya’ll want, but If it turns out to be true ya’ll paying me $1000.00 and taking me to lunch”. We all laugh and bid each other farewell.

As I make my way home I decide that I will start my search for a psychiatrist in my area who would agree to hypnotize me. I think hypnosis is my best solution and even though it seems a bit un-orthodox; my fingers are crossed that everything will work out alright.

CHAPTER FIVE

I am in bed with my laptop and a hot cup of chocolate as I begin my search for a psychiatrist in my area. From my search results I gather that hypnosis is quite in demand; who knew. I quickly find two highly rated doctors in my area; Dr. James Thompson, PHD and Dr. Monica Mc Daniel.

Dr. Thompson is quite accomplished but it costs $225 per session and only God knows how many sessions I will need. I decide to go with Dr. Mc Daniel because $120 per session is way more affordable and her patient reviews are just as good as Dr. Thompson. Plus from the picture on her website she looked more approachable and less likely to judge me. I know there isn’t much logic in choosing a doctor based on his/her profile picture but I just feel so ashamed and vulnerable; I need someone who won’t judge me or make me feel uncomfortable.

I make an appointment online to see Dr. Mc Daniel and I receive an email that someone will call the next day to confirm my appointment. I shut my laptop and I feel a sense of accomplishment.

* * *

As I lay in bed, I close my eyes and touch my stomach; wondering whose baby I am carrying and how it got there. This is not how I pictured my life. At 32 I imagined that I would be happily married to the man of my dreams. We would have a kid and I would be a working mom who has it all together. My current situation could not be any further from that. I wasted my years in my twenties on parties, clubs and alcohol induced hook-ups.

Nine years ago I moved to Atlanta from Brooklyn, New York. I was fresh out of Cornell University with a degree in Marketing and Business Psychology. My decision to move to Atlanta was due in part to my mother’s quest to return to her native homeland; Grenada. My mother had been an accountant for more than 20 years at a prominent firm in Manhattan but after 9/11 she began to lose interest in her job and living in the city. As soon as she had successfully put me through college without any debt and managed to put aside some savings; herself and my Trinidadian step father decided to move to Grenada. Mom decided that together they would run a restaurant and guest house on the beach. With no consideration for me, she sold our attached house and I was not about to pay ridiculous amounts of money in New York rent as a young woman fresh out of university. Plus, my mother’s zeal for a fresh start inspired me and so I started looking for work outside of New York City. A new start up company, “Oasis Media” was looking for an Assistant Marketing Manager and luckily I got the job and moved to Atlanta.

Moving to a new city was wonderful at first but then I started to miss my family and life in New York. I don’t know if this is what caused my life to spiral out of control but I suspect it did. I began to feel depressed and lonely; especially at night. To fight the loneliness I started going out at night to bars with people from work. Sadie and I were friends at the time but she was not as fortunate as I was to have parents who could fund her college degree; so Sadie had to work and study. She joined the company as a receptionist and worked her way up to a Production Assistant, eventually graduating with a degree in Economics and Marketing. I admire her drive and determination and we always look out for each other at the firm. There is no rivalry between us.

With Sadie working and studying; she was usually unable to join us whenever we went out at night. For the first year I was able to practice some measure of self-control and I would get a little tipsy but never drunk. Unfortunately things didn’t get better from there. Gradually our after work drinks turned into wild party nights at various clubs. And before I knew it I was getting wasted nearly every night and coming home with different guys. One night something terrible happened. I was so wasted and completely unaware of what was happening around me; four guys dragged me into an alley to gang rape me. Luckily a good Samaritan came to my rescue and called the cops just in time. Since that day I have not had a drink. It was the most terrifying thing that could have happened to me and I thank God that nothing happened. That experience opened my eyes to the fact that I needed to change my habits and so I channelled my energy into obtaining my MBA and becoming the Senior Product Development Manager at Oasis Media. I also decided to abstain from sex and focus on me. The theme on my vision board this year is “self love”, and it is typed in big bold font next to the year 2018. My energy and focus was to love myself more and focus on healing my spirit. Since I turned my life around, things have been marvellous, until now that I’ve discovered this apparent Immaculate Conception.

I think of all the Law of Attraction self-help books I’ve read, they all encourage you to think positive thoughts but I find this concept to be quite laughable now. I don’t even know what positive thoughts I can think up. “Okay, I’m alive that’s a positive thought”, I think to myself. “I have money, that’s a positive thought and I should be grateful that I have money and a good job. I have food. A brand spanking new Audi A6 parked in the driveway. I own my own home. I have good friends like Sadie and Monique and both my parents are alive and well”. I think all these positive thoughts but somehow it doesn’t seem to shake the frightening thoughts of what could have happened to me. “I’m losing my mind; I must have had sex with someone and forgot all about it. That’s got to be it. I pick up my laptop again and start frantically googling amnesia. One particular post on MayoClinic.com gets my attention.

“Transient global amnesia is a sudden, temporary episode of memory loss that can’t be attributed to a more common neurological condition, such as epilepsy or stroke. During an episode of transient global amnesia, your recall of recent events simply vanishes, so you can’t remember where you are or how you got there.”

My blood runs cold and I lay in bed wide awake until morning comes.

CHAPTER SIX

“Hey you okay?” a voice I recognized to be Sadie’s asks. I raise my head from its slumped position at my desk and nod my head.

“You look tired, you want me to bring you some coffee?” she asks.

“Thanks but I’ll get it myself. I need to stretch my legs anyway. How’s the family?”

She beams. Sadie loves to talk about her beautiful family. “Lawrence and Travis are great. Lawrence is so excited now that Travis is playing soccer. And Travis is really good at it; Lawrence thinks he might have a future as a professional soccer player. I think he’s crazy, I don’t know if I want my boy playing soccer for a living.”

I smile, “the money’s real good though”.

“I don’t care how good the money is. I don’t want my son to grow up thinking that in order to make it he must become a professional athlete or rapper or singer. I want him to be educated and find success in other ways.”

I wanted to tell her that there is nothing wrong with Travis becoming a professional soccer player if that’s his dream. Fuck these stereotypes about black people, let the kid be himself. I understood her point but she had a one sided view of life that I sometimes hated. She grew up poor and had to struggle all her life living in the projects of Atlanta’s toughest neighbourhoods. I on the other hand had parents with good jobs that afforded a very comfortable lifestyle. I’ve never had to want for anything. Sadie and I often disagreed on things like this.

Instead of saying anything to her, I got up and headed towards the lunch room to make a cup of coffee.

“Catch ya later”, she said.

I give her thumbs up and walk slowly towards the lunch room.

As I enter the lunch room, all eyes are on me. Mischka looks up from her coffee and magazine, “Ooh look what the cat dragged in”.

I give a lack luster smile and head straight for the coffee machine.

“Somebody’s eating too much fried chicken, corn bread and collard greens”. Johnathan the office gossip queen said as he looked me up and down.

“Geez Johnathan, that’s low key racist”, Mischka exclaimed.

“Umm as the only other black person in this room besides Aria, correction; that’s high key racist” Brandon said defensively. “Don’t you have to go reapply your lipstick or some shit?”

I can’t help but laugh, I’ve always liked Brandan. Sadie and Mischka think that we would make the best office couple but I like him as a friend and co-worker. I’m not one to mix work with pleasure in that way.

“Oh my God, that is so fucking homophobic”, Johnathan cried as he walked out of the lunch room.

“Yeah but you are wearing lipstick though”, Brandan shouted.

I smile at Johnathan and whisper, “Thanks”.

“One would think that in a city like Atlanta with such a high concentration of black folk there would be more diversity here at Oasis Media”, he said shaking his head.

“I know, I should have a serious talk with Rebeca down at HR”, I say.

Brandan nods, “yep somebody ought to”.

Grabbing my coffee mug I walk slowly to my office, “have a great day guys”, I say.

As I exit the lunchroom I can’t help but feel self-conscious. I’m starting to show; pretty soon everyone will be talking about me. Of course it’s not the 1940’s so there’s nothing wrong with being pregnant and unmarried. Yet I can’t seem to shake the sinking feeling that I will become a major topic in office gossip circles.

CHAPTER SEVEN

My appointment with Dr. Mc Daniel is in two days and normally I would avoid scheduling doctor’s appointments on a Friday but I want to get closer to the truth about what happened to me. In the meantime, I try not to think of my predicament and focus on getting some work done to meet my work deadlines. My cell phone buzzes and I see that my mom is calling, “Hey mom what’s up? How’s Grenada?” I say trying to feign enthusiasm and a sense of normalcy. I am silently hoping that she doesn’t detect the tiniest hint of despair in my voice as I speak. Mothers have an innate ability to detect when their offspring is distressed about something. With my mother this ability is magnified times 10.

“Oh Grenada is beautiful, but it’s so hot. The dry season here has been brutal, we are praying for some rain.”

“And how about the restaurant”, I probed.

“Oh we’ve been getting a lot of tourist this season so the restaurant has been super busy. Plus you know we have the usual students from the University who come out in droves and some of the locals. Seems like we’ll be able to buy a luxury yacht pretty soon”, she joked.

“Sweetheart, how are you? Are you taking care of yourself? You know I had a dream about you last night, it was a weird dream.”

“Oh no here we go”, I say actually holding my head.

“Please don’t tell me you dreamt about fish!” I plead.

Mom laughs in her classy, lady like way of laughing, “Why are you pregnant? She asks.

“Mom what did you dream?” I ask quickly in the hope that she would digress from the topic of pregnancy.

“Whew child this dream was strange. I’m warning you! I dreamt that we went hiking in the desert and you went in to a cave and Samuel and I were trying to stop you from going into the cave but you wouldn’t listen.”

I chuckle, “sounds like me”.

Mom continues, “well eventually you went in and Samuel and I dashed in to rescue you but we ended up falling for a long period of time until we landed in the Grand Etang lake. As soon as we surfaced in the lake we looked around for you but you were nowhere to be seen. Then Samuel and I get out of the lake and lo and behold you’re there in the water right behind us but when we try to pull you out of the lake it’s like you’re stuck.”

“Yes that is one crazy dream mom. How does it end? Do you guys pull me out from the lake or do I drown?”

“Unfortunately I woke up at that point so I don’t know how the dream ended but I thought I would just check in with you to make sure you’re alright.”

“Oh I’m great mom, everything’s fine!”

“Okay but is there something on your mind? You know you can tell me anything right?”

“Yes mom, I’m fine. Really! I just have a lot going on at work at the moment.” I hope I sound convincing.

“Okay sweetheart but don’t work too hard. Remember to take some time for yourself too. How are Sadie and the family?”

“Sadie and everyone is fine, I’ll tell her you said hello.”

“Okay Aria! I love you! Take care of yourself and remember I’m here if you need anything.”

“Thanks Mom! I love you too! Say hello to Samuel for me.”

I hang up the phone wishing that I could tell my mom everything but I can’t; at least not until I know how this happened.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The waiting room at Dr. Mc Daniel’s office reminds me of the reception area of an upscale spa. A young woman well dressed in a grey pantsuit approaches and tells me that Dr. Mc Daniel is ready to see me. I follow her into a large room lined with sofa’s, a plush rug and a bare centre table. The walls of the room are painted in a soothing grey colour and several paintings hang off of it. The young lady who I assume must be one of Dr. Mc. Daniel’s receptionists or possibly an assistant; instructs me to have a seat on the couch. I do as I’m told and I sit quietly while browsing through my iphone. The young woman leaves the room gently closing the door behind her.

Cautiously I look around the room wondering where Dr. Mc Daniel could be; but there is no one in the room except me. I glance at my watch and realize that it’s only been five minutes past the time of my scheduled appointment so I figure that Dr. Mc Daniel must be running a little late. Just then the door swings open and a tall dark woman with long curly hair appears in the doorway. “Ms. Cromwell I’m terribly sorry for the delay. It’s just that we had some difficulty with a previous client and that threw me off schedule a little bit. I can assure you that you will get one full hour with me today though. So how are you today Ms. Cromwell? Do you mind if I call you Aria?”

I smile, “I’m doing okay and yes you may call me Aria. I don’t mind”.

“Well Aria can you tell me a little about yourself”.

I begin by giving her a brief summary of my childhood and then I move on to my career and personal life. I make sure to tell her about my past and how I’ve recovered from it and why I chose celibacy. I omit the fact that I’m pregnant. I decided that it would be best to spill those details a little later on.

Dr. Mc Daniel listens intently but keeps a poker face. “That is commendable! You recognized that you had a problem and you were disciplined enough to take action towards preventing reoccurrences. Not many people could do that”.

“Thank you”, I say humbly.

“So Aria, what brings you here today?

I burst into tears as I tell her what has happened to me and how I looked her up because I think hypnosis will be my only solution.

“Dr. Mc Daniel, I’m wondering if I’m losing my mind. How could this be?” I cry.

Dr. Mc Daniel maintains a poker face but I wonder if she is laughing at me inside.

She squints at me in the way a math enthusiast would squint at a difficult problem, “so you have absolutely no recollection of having sexual relations with anyone but you are with child.

I nod.

“Ok I’ll admit, I’ve had all kinds of interesting clients with even more interesting matters but your situation is rather peculiar and a first for me. With that being said, I am confident that I will be able to help you remember what happened. There are a couple of things I’d like you to understand about hypnosis. First of all; it isn’t mind control. Some people seem to think that we’re out here doing mind control and all kinds of crazy stuff. Your session will be very comfortable, relaxing and you will be fully awake. Don’t worry about perfection with each session; the goal is to make progress in finding out what happened to you. With that being said, we may need to have a couple sessions before we get the answers that you are searching for. At this point I can’t say how many; every person is different. Some people make progress gradually and some people get right to it in one or two sessions. One thing you will need to do is to try and figure out the date you conceived. I know it will be difficult to get a precise date but if you can narrow it down to a specific period that will help.

Dr. Mc Daniel scribbles something in a notepad and we agree to meet on Wednesday of the following week.

I leave her office feeling lighter and hopeful but deep down inside I know that something is not right with me and that something sinister lies ahead.

CHAPTER NINE

Monique, Mischka and I cramped ourselves into the backseat of an uber headed to Sammy’s; a local bar in downtown Atlanta. Sadie sat in the front.

“Oh we bout to get turnt up tonight!” Monique sang as she did a dance rolling her wrists back and forth.

“Uh, can you stop Monique? Your elbows are rubbing against my boobs”. Mischka said as she blinked her eyes in disdain.

Monique rolled her eyes at Mischka, “Bitch dem titties too big, that’s your fucking problem. Ain’t nothing to do with my elbows.”

“Arggggh! Aria should have sat in the middle, and then you could dance your fat ass as much as you want.”

I decided to put an end to their friendly banter, “Guys stop it! I swear you guys bicker like little kids every time we go out.”

Sadie laughed, “true that!”

“By the way Aria, how did your doctors’ appointment today go?” Sadie asked.

I was puzzled, “Today? You mean yesterday with my psychiatrist?”

“No today. Remember we talked about scheduling an appointment with an OBGYN? We made the appointment on Thursday for today. I was right there in your office, I hope you didn’t forget.”

I shook my head in confusion, “Sadie I have absolutely no recollection of this, you must be mistaken”.

“Girl no! I was right there in your office when you made the appointment. You even joked about going to the Popeyes down the street after your appointment because you’ve been craving fried chicken a lot lately. You must remember that!”

“Sadie, I’m not crazy! I would definitely remember making an appointment!” I screamed.

She kept her demeanour calm as she replied, “okay”.

“Wow I still can’t believe you are pregnant”, Mischka said. Sadie and Monique sought my permission before telling her. What they didn’t tell her was that I was mysteriously pregnant and unaware of whom my baby’s daddy was. They also didn’t tell her why I was seeing a psychiatrist.

“Are you gonna try and find out the baby’s sex? Oh my gosh, I would love to plan your baby shower and gender reveal party!”

I held up my hand to stop her from talking, “No thank you Mischka. I’d like to keep things low key and private.”

“Oh, ummm…. Okay if that’s what you want.”

I knew Mischka was disappointed but this pregnancy was the last thing I wanted to celebrate. The uber driver pulled up in front of Sammy’s and we all piled out. As we walk into the bar, I regret my decision to come out tonight. It was Sadie’s idea coupled with Monique’s persuasion which made me agree to this.

Mischka started talking about the latest police killing of an unarmed black teen in Detroit. “We need more white people like you to be woke; try and recruit some please.” Monique said.

“Hey wait a minute”, I could hear the excitement in Monique’s voice. “I think that chocolate drop over there is looking at you Aria”. She moved her head in the direction of a tall dark Maurice Chestnut lookalike standing by the bar.

“Me? Nah I don’t think so.” As I looked at him our eyes met and I could tell that there was a slight hint of recognition on his face. He started walking over to our table.

“Shit, shit! He’s coming over here”, I whispered. “I think he knows me or something”.

“Hey Aria, I never thought I’d see you again. You never returned any of my calls or texts”.

“Shit he actually does know me but who the fuck is he?” I thought to myself.

“You know I’ve been really sick I’m so sorry I never got back to you”, I lied. “Can you refresh my memory a bit?”

He bent down to whisper in my ear, “we did the nasty and it was great! I really liked you and I wanted more than great sex with you. We exchanged numbers and I called you numerous times and you ignored me.”

I tried to hide my shock; I figured this had to be during my whore phase when my life was out of control. “This had to be a long time ago though; surely you’re not mad at me for something that happened years ago”.

“Years? Girl that was about a month ago! Shit I dodged a bullet with your crazy ass”. The guy walked off shaking his head.

Tears started to well up in my eyes. I really had no memory of this guy. Perhaps he was right; I was truly crazy. I picked up my purse and stood up, “guys I’m not feeling well, I’m leaving”.

“Aria wait! Please don’t go!” Sadie pleaded.

I continued to walk away from them ignoring their cries and pleas for me to stay. I needed to get away from everyone so I could cry in peace. I pulled out my phone to fetch an uber and cried on the curb until it pulled up.

When I got home I threw myself onto the bed and cried some more. All this time I swore that I didn’t know how I got pregnant. I’ve been celibate or so I thought but that guy tonight; he was so sure and he even knew my name. Then there was the appointment that Sadie said I booked for today with the OBGYN. Clearly something is wrong with me. I should be the laughingstock of the entire town. Thank God I never went to the police; they would have considered me a nutcase. Why can’t I remember any of it though? I must have slept with that guy from Sammy’s and whoever my baby daddy is? It dawns on me then that I should check my phone; read through my messages and see what I could find. I open my text messages but my inbox and all other folders are empty. I check my whatsapp but I only have chats with my work colleagues and family. Finally I decide to check my phone records but likewise I can find nothing out of the ordinary.

As a last resort I decide to check my facebook and Instagram messages. While scrolling through facebook I notice a friend request from the guy from Sammy’s. His name is Devin Winchester and I notice that he also sent a message request. I accept it and begin reading right away.

“Hey babe, the other night was a lot of fun. I dunno why you won’t answer my calls or texts; I would love to see more of you. Not naked of course, lol well maybe sometimes but I’d like to get to know you Aria. Hope you were safe that night. That guy hanging around your apartment was kinda creepy; he kept staring at me as I was leaving. Please call me sometime, you have my number or message me here. I really like you and want to see you again! Love Devin.”

My blood runs cold, what guy hanging around my apartment? The reality sets in that I am in over my head and without thinking I call the only person who can comfort me like no other.

CHAPTER TEN

My mom answered the phone on the second ring and once she heard my whole story she insisted on coming to Atlanta to help me discover the truth. There is nothing more embarrassing than telling your mother that you may have slept around and can’t remember a thing. My mother the cherub that she is, listened without judgement and rushed to my aid.

Sadie called to check in on me, she wanted to come over but for the first time in a long time; I didn’t feel like her company. “Ari I’m worried about you” she pleaded. “Please let me come over and stay with you tonight”, she begged. “I’m gonna be alright, go take care of your family”. My mother would be coming in the following night and I was certain I could manage one night by myself. In the meantime I decided to check my accounts. I promised to refund my mom the cost of her airplane ticket and spending money and though she refused, I intended to make good on my promise. I login online to find that I have only $63.24 in my checking account. That’s impossible; I should have more than $10,000.00 in my checking account. I check my money market account and I breathe a sigh of relief when I realize that it is untouched. I scroll back up to my checking account to check the last balance and transactions. There are two large withdrawals for $6000 on the same day. I have no idea why I would withdraw $6000 twice in the same day. I would have had to go into the bank to do it and I know I have not been to the bank in months. The withdrawals were done three weeks ago. I grab a note pad and start writing down things I need to check out futher. Since my memory is unreliable I need to start writing things down.

The next thing I do is message Devin on Facebook.

“Hey Devin, I’m really sorry I have not gotten back to you. I’m just going through a lot lately. I’d like to talk to you about that night we spent together and the strange guy you saw lurking around my apartment. Perhaps we can meet up somewhere for a drink, my treat of course. I look forward to hearing from you soon.”

Aria

I am too ashamed to ask Devin for his number again. I’m guessing that I deleted his number and messages by accident. Feeling a bit tired, I take a shower, brush my teeth and retire for the night. By tomorrow night this time my mother will be here. I cannot wait to see her again. I reach for my little notepad in the drawer and write a note to go shopping for groceries. I also write a note to check my credit card balances.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I rest my hand on my tummy as I get up from bed. I feel some discomfort in my lower abdomen and I rush to the bathroom in case I need to vomit. After several minutes of sitting on the bathroom floor staring aimlessly at the “snow green” painted walls. I decide to get up and go into the kitchen. “H’mmm snow green”, I say to myself. That was the precise name of the paint colour that I had chosen to paint the bathroom two years ago. It is odd that I can’t remember sleeping with Devin, how I got pregnant and withdrawing $12,000.00 from my checking account but I can remember the exact name of the paint colour I chose for my bathroom two years ago.

In the kitchen I make a cup of tea and a sandwich, as I sit down to eat, I see something that startles me. On my kitchen table a candle is lit. I remember buying the candle last week at Bath and Body Works in the strawberry poundcake scent, and I know for certain that I never lit the candle. Somebody is or has been in my house. I know I am not losing my mind so I grab a knife from the draw and check each room cautiously but there is no one. Feeling relieved I call Sadie; she is the only person who has a key to my house. I’m thinking that maybe she came by and lit the candle to avoid turning on lights that would surely wake me. As soon as she answers the phone I tell her about the candle and she denies coming over.

“Ari, you know I would never come over without you knowing and I would never light a candle and leave it burning. I have a cousin who died in a fire because she forgot to put out some scented candles in her bathroom. I’m very cautious about these things. Are you sure you didn’t light the candle and just forget?” She asks.

“Sadie, no I did not light the candle. I know that for sure! Somebody is messing with me”.

“Look I’m coming over, gimme 20 minutes”.

This time I don’t fight her, I accept her offer to come over.

* * *

By the time Sadie arrives, I’ve got an action list written down on my little notepad as follows:

1. Install Security Cameras

2. Change the locks

3. Lock my bedroom door at night

4. Speak to other tenants and landlord to find out if anybody has seen a lurker

5. Find out whether landlord has security cameras installed outside my apartment.

6. Take time off work

It feels stupid to have to write things down but I don’t know what’s happening and I’m dealing with a lot. I don’t believe that I’ve lost my memory but I take precautions just in case.

Following up on last night’s notes, I login to check the balances on my credit cards and everything seems fine. I take a quick shower so that I can run out for groceries after Sadie leaves.

I am in my bathrobe and out of the shower when Sadie rings my door bell. “I’m coming” I yell as I scurry to make myself decent. I throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and make my way to the door. Sadie throws her arms open to envelope me in a giant bear hug.

“How are you holding up doll?” she asks.

“I don’t know, terrified I guess”. My answer is the truth.

“My mom will be here this evening, I’m picking her up at the airport at 8 pm.”

Sadie looks surprised, “you called your mom? Don’t you think that’s a little unnecessary? I mean you’re getting that hypnosis treatment with the psychiatrist lady and you’ve got me. I’m here for you Aria”.

Tears start to well up in my eyes and I don’t know why. I guess I could blame it on the pregnancy hormones. “Sadie”, I say. “I can’t keep putting all my responsibilities on you. You’ve got a family of your own. I have to do all I can to figure out what is going on in my life. My mom is going to come and take care of me and help me to sort out this mess that happening in my life. Sadie I slept with that guy from Sammy’s and I don’t even remember a thing. I’m pregnant and I don’t know how. Other strange things are happening and you can’t even begin to understand what I’m going through. I literally feel like I’m losing my mind. I just need my mom Sadie. I can’t put this burden on you. You understand?”

Sadie nods her head in reply, “okay but I’m here if you need anything. You know that right?”

“Yes I do! Thank you for always being there for my annoying ass every time.”

“Oh Aria, you’re not annoying. You’re my sister; I’m here for you always.”

We hug again, this time I hold on to her longer. “It’s Sunday, aren’t you going to church this morning?” I ask.

“Nah something came up and plus I planned to come and check on you anyways. What you doing today?”

“Well I’m going to go grab some groceries at the store and then I’m going to go check Vida’s cousin at his store downtown.”

“Who Vida? Big booty Vida from HR?”

“Yeah her cousin has an electronics store downtown. I’m gonna get some security cameras from him and have them installed everywhere”, I say.

Again Sadie looks stunned, “security cameras? Look I know you going through a lot but that’s a lot of money you gonna have to spend to get these cameras plus install them. I think this is a bad idea. Look why don’t you go down to the Walmart in Parkview Mall and order some cheap cameras or you could even buy em off Amazon and Lawrence will install them for you.”

“Sadie, I need peace of mind and that’s what these security cameras will give me. Plus money has never been an issue for me. My safety is paramount and besides Lawrence ain’t no techie. No offence but you know your husband better than I do.”

“Girl all he gotta do is read a manual and follow instructions and we could help him.”

I roll my eyes, “Thanks but no thanks Sadie? Oh by the way, I’m taking a few days off from work until I sort things out.”

Sadie gets quiet all of a sudden.

“Sadie you heard me right?”

She clears her throat, “um…….. yeah. Your’re taking a few days off work. Listen Aria will you be okay? I just remembered I’ve got something to do for my mom. I gotta run but I’ll talk to you later. Bye!

I’m a hugger so I hug her a third time taking in the scent of the La Vie est belle perfume I bought her last Christmas. “Goodbye”, I say as she slams the door on her way out. It is unlike her to slam doors but I dismiss the thought that she could be upset about something. I mean she did say she was in a hurry to do that thing for her mom. Yet there was something unsettling about her mood today. The way she tried to talk me out of getting security cameras and bringing my mom over. I wondered what was up with my best friend.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Grocery shopping and running errands all day made me exhausted. I had heard that women get very tired during pregnancy but I really had no clue just how sudden the fatigue can come on. Once I was in my apartment, I put the groceries on the kitchen table and threw myself on the couch. I must have dozed off for a little more than an hour when I heard a loud knock at the door. Reluctantly I moved slowly toward the peep hole to see who it was before opening. I recognized the logo from the electronics store I had been to today. It was on the polo t-shirts that the two guys standing in front of my door wore. I open the door, “Good Afternoon, what are your names please?” I was sure to ask for the names of the technicians that would come to set up my cameras. “Good Afternoon Maam, I am Corey and this is Ronald. We’re from Southside Electronics and we’re here to set up your security cameras. “Okay well come on in then”, I said as I motioned for them to come inside.

While the guys busied themselves setting up the cameras I put away the groceries and fixed myself something to eat and drink. Approximately 45 minutes later, the guys had completed the setup and they were now showing me how to operate the equipment and monitor the apartment from my phone. I was so happy when they left and everything was installed. The extra money I paid to have same day setup was totally worth it. Glancing at my wristwatch I knew I needed to start getting ready to go pick up my mom at the airport. I had less than one hour to get ready, I took another shower, got dressed in a jiffy and was out the door to drive to the airport to meet my mom.

In the parking lot of my apartment complex I see my neighbour Jennifer. “Hey Jlo”, I say teasing her since her name is actually Jennifer Lopez.

A big grin appears on her face “Hey Aria, what’s up? I haven’t seen you in a while. I thought you moved out or something.”

“Nah my condo by the ocean is still under construction, so I’m stuck here for a while,” I joke.

We both laugh and then her eyes move from my face to my stomach. I am immediately embarrassed and I know that she is going to ask so I decide to beat her to it. “Oh yeah, I am pregnant by the way”, I say sheepishly.

“OMG! Well congratulations girl! Welcome to the club! How far along are you?”

I had to think really hard, “Ummmm I’m actually not sure. I just had so much going on at work and in my personal life. I’m afraid I lost track of my own pregnancy”. I add a little laugh to make light of the moment.

“Girl it happens sometimes”.

“Umm Jennifer I’d like to ask you something. Have you noticed any strange persons lurking around our apartment area in the past few months?”

Jennifer looks around like she’s thinking, “no! Why you ask?”

“Oh it’s nothing”, I say. “A friend of mine thought he saw someone lurking around our apartment the other night so I thought I’d ask you”.

“Oh aight, you should check with Management just in case. Can’t be too cautious these days”

‘Yeah I will do that. It was great to see you Jennifer, I gotta run off to the airport to pick up my mom so I’ll see you around”.

“Okay girl, take care!”

As I get to my car I wonder who Devin saw lurking around my apartment and why he has not responded to my message yet. Maybe he’s being petty and feels like he should ignore me like he thinks I ignored him.

My mother is an ecstatic bundle of joy when I collect her from the airport. Underneath the happiness of our reunion; worry and concern plagued us both.

“Are you hungry mom?” I ask as we drive away from the airport.

“Oh yes child I’m famished! They only gave me chips and soda on the plane and while I was in transit in Miami I paid $20 for the tiniest sandwich, right now I could probably eat a cow.”

I laugh, “what would you like to eat? Sadie and I found a great Thai Restaurant not too far from where I live. Or we could go to Red Lobster or Applebees.”

“Oooh I could do with some Red Lobster right about now, let’s go there.”

“Ok then, Red Lobster it is!”

While we waited for our food at Red Lobster; my mother started a mini interrogation to find out how I got in this mess. She knew nothing about my past as an uncontrollable drunken wreck and I wanted to keep it that way. My mother thought of me as a successful, intelligent career woman. There was no need to change that. Plus it was entirely irrelevant to my current predicament, so I omitted that part of my life from my story.

When I finished telling her everything I thought she should know; she took my hand and squeezed it softly. “Honey, I promise you that before I leave Atlanta we will get to the bottom of this. One thing is clear though.”

“What’s clear?” I ask.

“You’ve been raped!”

I sat there and I almost could not believe my ears. I knew my mother would stand with me no matter what but there was something about the way that she said the words, “you’ve been raped!” She said it so confidently. Like there was no other possibility except rape. Of course she knew her daughter and she knew that I would not make up some bull shit story for attention. I had no reason to lie but I was surprised that she did not question my sanity. Everyone did, even Sadie.

“Mom, you don’t think that probably I’m losing my mind and forgetting things?”

She shook her head, “I’ll admit I did at first but then on the plane ride I really thought hard about it and I came to the conclusion that you’re not losing it. You’ve been drugged and raped, I’ve seen it before. Women wake up and can’t remember a thing about the night before.”

“Tears start streaming down my face.”

“Awww baby don’t cry!” She pulled a napkin from her purse and blotted my tears.

“We will get through this.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

It felt wonderful to wake up to the smell of my mother’s West Indian cooking. I got up and rushed into to kitchen to confirm what my nose detected. My mother was frying bakes and there was some saltfish souse, spinach and fried plantains on the table. A mug with Cocoa Tea was sitting on a place mat on the table.

“Oh mom! Where did you get saltfish?”

“I brought it with me from Grenada along with the cocoa balls and the spices. I hope you enjoy everything.”

I hug and kiss her on the cheek, “thank you Mom!”

After breakfast my mom busied herself on the phone talking to my stepdad on the phone about their restaurant business and home affairs. I was curled up on the couch scrolling through my phone. I checked my facebook to see if Devin had read my message but he had not read it nor responded. I decide to check out his profile to see what I could find out about him. To my surprise his profile is like a blank slate and he has no friends and only one photo; his profile photo. I find this to be pretty odd but then I think that he probably has his profile information blocked, so I don’t think too much of it. I go on to scrolling through my newsfeed and I come upon a post that startles me.

The post is titled, “Atlanta Chef Wins Top International Award” and below the title is a picture of Devin smiling in a remarkably clean kitchen and a dazzling white apron. I click on the link to read more. It reads:

“Atlanta based Chef Trayvon Jones took home the coveted Marie Charles Award in London last weekend.”

I read the entire article and I was stunned. Did Devin have an identical twin? I tell myself that it must be Devin’s identical twin brother in the article. Still I can’t seem to shake the curiosity within me so I open up google and type in “Trayvon Jones Atlanta chef” in the search bar. I open multiple links to articles about him and I read all I can to learn more about him. All of the articles speak only about his profession but I wanted to know about his personal life. I go back to Facebook and type in his name; multiple persons with the name Trayvon Jones appear. I take my time and sift through all of them until I find him. We have 3 mutual friends; I click to see who they are. The hairs on my back stand up; Sadie and Monique are his mutual friends. I don’t want to think the worst. I cling to the hope that this Trayvon Jones person is Devin’s identical twin, yet something tells me he is not. Sadie and Monique acted like they didn’t know him at Sammy’s. If Devin had a twin surely they would have mentioned it. In my gut I know that something is not right. Both Sadie and Monique are very careful about who they add as Facebook friends. They would never accept random friend requests, so I was convinced that they knew Devin, Trayvon or whatever his name was.

After thinking hard for a good five minutes, I make the decision to call Sadie and Monique individually to see what they say. I pretend not to know about their facebook connection to Trayvon Jones.

Sadie acts shocked to find out that I discovered that Trayvon has a twin and so does Monique. I asked them, “Do you think that Devin and Trayvon are the same person?” They both said no. Monique said that twins were very common among millennials and that was the only plausible explanation. After I get off the phone with both of them, I change out of my pajamas and get ready to go to the bank. In my heart I knew that Sadie and Monique were lying to me but I just couldn’t figure out why. Were they up to something? Or were they just trying to protect me? After I am showered and dressed I sit on my vanity and take a good look at myself in the mirror. I can hear my mom in the shower singing and getting ready to go with me to the bank but I don’t let her singing distract me. I continue to stare at myself and I say out loud:

“You are smart!”

“You are a star!”

“You’re the best!”

“You are a success!”

“You are enough!”

These affirmations were all the pep that I needed to go out and re-conquer my world.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

When we get to the bank my account manager Ramona is already waiting for me. We exchange pleasantries for a quick minute and then we get down to business. I tell her that I don’t remember withdrawing $6000 twice on the statement date, and I ask for more details on the transactions. She produces an electronic copy of two cheques that I clearly did not write. The cheques were made out to Devin Anderson and the forger did not bother to imitate my handwriting. Immediately I tell Ramona that I did not write those cheques and I did not know or pay anyone named Devin Anderson. Ramona promises to do a formal investigation and get back to me.

My mother is shaking her head as we get back into the car. “Somebody is messing with you. I need you to tell me all the people you may have pissed off in the past few months.”

I sigh, “no one as far as I know momma.”

“Is there someone from work who might be jealous of you?” she asks.

“No, I get along pretty well with everyone. I can’t think of anyone who would be jealous of me. “

“I would start with the people closest to you.”

My mind instantly goes to Sadie and Monique so I tell my mom what I saw on Facebook earlier. “I don’t get why they would pretend not to know him. And I’m guessing that this Devin Anderson person is the same guy from the bar. And unless he has a twin; he’s also Trayvon Jones.”

“Ok now we’re getting somewhere! I want you to think, why would Sadie and Monique have it out for you? What would they have to gain from this?”

“Mom that’s exactly what I’ve been trying to figure out! I mean they’re my friends. We do everything together. We tell each other everything, or so I thought. I mean they could be jealous, I make more money than both of them and financially I’ve got it going on in savings and investments. I’m not sure what they would gain from trying to pull me down; perhaps some kind of uncanny satisfaction”, I shrugged.

“We will wait to hear from the bank,” mother said. “I’m sure what they find will be very telling.”

I nod, “Yeah I’m sure too. Let’s get something to eat and then I will go and try to talk with management at my apartment complex.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

We get back home around 3:00 pm and once again I’m exhausted and extremely fatigued. I tell my mom that we’ll visit the property management office another day. My mom stays on the couch to read a book and I head straight to my bed. When I wake up mom is already preparing dinner. I grab a drink from the fridge and check my messages; still no reply from Devin. Remembering that I now had cameras installed throughout the house, I decide to check the footage from my phone. I fast forward through hours of footage until I see something that catches my attention. There is a man at my door. I check the date and time; this happened when I picked up my mother at the airport. I rewind the footage to see if I could see him better but he’s wearing a baseball cap that hides his face. I can’t make out anything else other than the blue jeans, t-shirt and hoodie he is wearing. Why is he just standing at my door? This must be the lurker Devin mentioned. God that could mean that Devin is real and he really escorted me home. Why don’t I remember him?

“Mom come look at this!”

I rewind the footage so that my mother could see. The man stands at my door for three minutes and then walks away.

“I’m gonna call management right now!”

My mom shakes her head, “forget management, call the police!”

I do as my mother suggests but I also place a phone call to the property management office. No one answers but their voicemail reveals why. The office opening hours are from 9 am to 5 pm on weekdays. I have no choice but to leave a voice message and await their response the following working day.

The police arrive in under fifteen minutes I show them the footage and they file a report and promise to look into it. The officers leave their direct contact numbers and ask me to call if anything else happens.

I check the footage again to see if I see anything that I missed but the only odd thing is the man standing at me door for three minutes. He doesn’t try to look through the peep hole; he doesn’t knock or ring the bell. And he does not try to open my front door. He just stands there in a creepy way.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I don’t sleep one wink. What if the guy comes back? Who is he and what does he want? I stay up long after my mother goes to sleep thinking of the man at my door. I get up at 5:00 am to make breakfast seeing that my mother is still asleep. Plus I figure it will be nice for me to do the cooking for a change, after all she is my guest.

I get busy whipping up some omelettes, toast and fresh coffee. Mother is usually up before 6 am so I work as fast as I could. At 5:51 am breakfast is served but my mother is still asleep. I cover her breakfast and set it in the microwave. I think of how tired she must be flying here from Grenada over the weekend plus going around with me every day to figure stuff out. I let her sleep in as long as she wants to. In the meantime, I review last night’s footage from the cameras and then moved on to doing laundry.

At 9:35 am I know something is very wrong as momma is still asleep. “Mom wake up!” I say as I enter the room.

I open up the blinds to bring some natural light into the room and force my mom to get up. When that didn’t work I nudged her shoulder repeatedly, “mom this is not funny, get up! It’s almost 10 am mom!” There was still no response. Frightened that she may have suffered some type of health complication during the night; I check for a pulse and her heart rate. I’m relieved to find that she is breathing okay.

I continue to nudge mom but no matter what I do she does not wake up. Frantic, I call 911. They rush her into an ambulance for emergency care and without any regard for my appearance; I jump into the ambulance too in my PJ’s and tousled hair.

I’m forced to wait outside while the doctors check out mother. I say a silent prayer, “Please God don’t let anything happen to my mother! She’s all I got!” I sit feeling helpless on the cold waiting room benches watching CNN and hoping for the best. I wondered if I should call my stepfather and my aunt but I quickly decided against it. I thought it best to hear from the doctors first before telling them anything. For all I know this could be minor, though I strongly doubted that.

After what seems to be an eternity, the doctor comes out to talk to me. The look on his face makes me dread whatever it is he’s about to tell me.

“Ms. Cromwell, we’ve managed to stabilize your mother and she should be okay in a few days. We want to keep her for the next 2 to 3 days to observe her. We found a large amount of GHB in her system; any idea how she may have ingested that stuff?”

“GHB?” I ask. I knew that was a fancy acronym for the date rape drug.

“GHB as in the date rape drug?”

The doctors’ face is solemn, “yes GHB the date rape drug”.

He continues, “I’m afraid we’ve had to involve the police, they’re already here. They’d like to ask you a few questions.”

“Sure. Is my mother awake? Can I see her?”

He nods, “she isn’t awake but you are free to go in and see her.”

I dash into the room where my mother is peacefully asleep. I hold her hand, “I love you mom”. I kiss her forehead and smooth her baby hairs away from her face. “Mom I don’t know if you can hear me but I promise to find the monster that did this to you.” I pause for a second, did I ingest GHB too? It could explain my pregnancy, but how did my mother get that stuff in her system?

Two officers enter the room to begin questioning me. They both pull out notepads and begin writing. I tell them everything, about my suspicious pregnancy, the lurker, the bank transactions that I did not do and now this. They listen attentively and take notes. When they ask for permission to search my apartment I am more than happy to oblige.

After listening to me, the officers ask a few questions about what mom and I ate and drank. If anyone we know could have tampered with our food or drink. I tell them that only my friend Sadie and perhaps the landlord had access to my apartment. I also told them that I didn’t think that Sadie would do that. Even though I had my doubts about her lately; I still believed that she had my best interests at heart. I also didn’t think that our food or drink was doctored at the restaurants where we ate. They ask some more questions and then they leave to start their investigations.

When the cops leave, I pull a chair closer to my mother’s bed and lay my head on her stomach. I sleep in that uncomfortable position for quite some time; too tired and confused to care. Something soft caresses my head; “Aria?”

I lift my head swiftly, “mom? Oh thank goodness you’re awake!” I almost scream with joy.

Mom looks confused, “Where am I?”

“I’ll tell you later, I’m so happy you’re awake!”

“Dammit Aria, tell me what happened!” She looks around the room, “I’m in the hospital? Were we in a car accident?” She examines her arms and legs, and then looks over at me.

“No mum, you kinda blacked out for a bit so I rushed you to emergency care.”

“Blacked out?” she looks at me confused.

“Yeah, the doctors are not sure why that happened yet. They’re running tests.”

I could see that momma was concerned about what I just told her but I did not want to stress her out by telling her they found GHB in her system and that the police were now involved. As a precaution the doctors tested me too and I was anxious and frightened to hear what the results would be.

“How long have you been here?” Momma asks.

“Since bout 10:30 or 11:00 am this morning.”

She gasps, “Aria you should go home and take a bath, get something to eat. You shouldn’t be out here in this condition”

“Mom I’m not going back to that apartment alone, plus I need to make sure you’re okay. The doctors say you should be okay to go home within two days, I’m gonna stay here until then.”

“Aria what nonsense is that? You look like a bum! You need to go home and take a proper shower, rejuvenate yourself. I’m gonna be okay. You have a child to think about. No matter the circumstances under which he or she was conceived, you’ve got to think about your wellbeing as well as your baby.”

I hated to hear it but I knew she was right. I couldn’t stay in the hospital until she was released. At some point I had to be a big girl and face the music. I would have to go home.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

This apartment was once my sanctuary, my refuge whenever the world stressed me out. Two years ago when I changed my life around, I moved here. This place was my fresh start in a new space. It was the place where I laughed, cried, screamed, created, re-charged and made some of my best memories. Now it felt as if there was a dark cloud hanging over my space. The energy had changed and I could feel it from the moment I walked into the apartment. When I got there, the police were going through my stuff. I packed some clothes and toiletries and opted to spend the night in a hotel.

I booked myself into The Sheraton Atlanta Hotel, took a quick shower, and dressed in a plain white t shirt and blue jeans. My baby bump permitted me to still enjoy wearing my regular sized, boot cut jeans but my white t shirt felt a bit snug. I threw a sweater and scarf over the t shirt and got ready to head to the hospital before visiting hours ended. I headed out to get mom a meal because everyone knows hospital food is not the best and mom is from the Caribbean, she needs flavour.

When I get to the hospital, my mother seems much better and more alert than earlier. She frowns as I enter her room, “Aria Rebecca Cromwell! Why on God’s green earth didn’t you tell me that these doctors found a shitload of GHB in my system? These cops were all up in here asking me questions about where I went and what I ate. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to stress you out mom.”

“You know what that means right? This might be the answer to what happened to you.”

“Yeah they tested me, I’ll check to see if they got my results back from the lab before I leave. The one thing I can’t understand is who would do this and why?”

“I think that friend of yours has something to do with it Aria! I told the police that!”

“You mean Sadie?”

“Yes, the cops are going to question her. In fact they might be over there right now talking to her.”

I cover my face with my palms, “mom we have no proof that she did that! And why would she put GHB in my stuff? Plus that would not explain how I got pregnant”

“You know there’s an old saying, ‘the truth is stranger than fiction.’ You just never know what could motivate someone to harm another person. And she has access to your apartment. Maybe she’s got someone doing her dirty work. Who knows?”

I don’t want to believe her but I know she has valid points, as crazy as they sound.

“Have you heard from the bank yet?” she asks.

“No, I guess they’ll call me tomorrow. I got you something to eat mom. I got a Thai Chicken Salad, a wrap and a pressed juice for you. Hope you like it.”

Smiling she took the salad and devoured it in less than five minutes. “The food here is so crap! I’m so grateful for this.”

I laughed, “I figured”.

“Did you tell anyone I’m in here?” she asks.

“No. I pondered on it but I thought it best not to. I hope you’re not mad at me.”

“Sweetheart why would I be mad? I’m glad you didn’t tell a soul, I can’t have anyone worrying about me and thinking that I’m getting old and frail. Plus they’ll ask too many questions and I don’t want them to know what you’re going through up here. I didn’t even tell your dad.”

“Stepdad,” I corrected.

“He’s been more of a dad to you than your own father.”

I changed the subject, “I’m staying at The Sheraton in town. I just can’t bear to go back to that place mom.”

“I think you should stay at the hotel until the cops figure out what’s going on. I hope you took all the stuff you need. Don’t even go back there by yourself.”

“I just can’t imagine who that guy on the camera was and why he lingered at my door. I need to check the footage again to see if he comes back tonight. If only the police could catch him in the act.”

I chatted with mom until visiting hours were over and the nurses practically had to chase me out. As exhausted as I was; I wished that I could stay with mum and chat all night. Having mom with me was a welcome distraction from the shit storm my life had become.

When I got to the hotel, I switched the television on and got into my pyjamas with a hot cup of chocolate that I picked up from a coffee shop down the street. I listen to President Trump talk some mambo jambo about trade deals with China until I manage to fall asleep. The next morning I awake with a feeling of bewilderment. I wasn’t ill or tired but I just felt confused, as if the happenings of the past few weeks were suddenly apparent to me. “How could I be pregnant and not know who my baby’s daddy was?” A sudden wave of depression hits me and I think for a second that it must be the unfamiliar coldness of sleeping in a hotel room by myself but I know that isn’t it. It’s everything I’ve been through finally taking a toll on my mental health and wellbeing. I had an appointment with Doctor Mc Daniel today. I would make the best of it.

I got dressed quickly and stopped at a deli to get some breakfast sandwiches and coffee for myself and mum. It was only 7 am and visiting hours had not begun yet but the nurses allowed me to see her. Mom was wide awake when I went in to see her. Her face fixed on the television screen watching reruns of Good Times.

“Good Morning baby! I see you brought me some more goodies. God will bless you for saving me from that horrible hospital food. Yesterday for breakfast they served grits that I could swear was just mashed up cardboard.”

I laugh, “Awww come on mom! Surely it can’t be that bad.”

“Oh you’ll see when they come around with it.”

“I have to leave in a bit. I’ve got an appointment with a shrink for 10:00 am. Remember I told you about her? She’s gonna do hypnosis on me to help me recover the truth.”

Mom shook her head as if in disbelief, “You millennials got too much money to waste. That’s the problem with the world today. Why can’t you just wait for the police to do their work?”

“I made that decision thinking that I had lost my mind or I had amnesia or something. I wasn’t sure what happened to me and I felt that seeing a shrink could help me to remember what happened.”

“Well due to recent developments I think you should cancel the appointment Aria! Save some money!”

“No mom. Stop telling me how to spend my money! I’m gonna see this through!”

I stormed out of the room and walked down the hall to speak to the nurse at the desk about my test results for GHB. The nurse said that a doctor needed to discuss the results with me and there were currently no doctors available at the moment. I would have to return at 3:00 pm to get my results.

I left the hospital in a mad fury and drove to Dr. Mc Daniel’s office. I was way too early but I did not mind sitting in my car until 10:00 am. I felt horrible about yelling at my mom but I couldn’t help it. Why couldn’t anyone understand what I have been going through? I was willing to spend all the money I had to find out what happened to me. She needed to understand that.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“What the hell Aria? I’ve been calling you!” Sadie’s angry voice yells through my phone. I had been ignoring all calls, especially hers for the past two days. “Two cops came to my house yesterday to question me, what the hell is going on?” she continued.

I let out a huge sigh, “I’m not sure, I’ll tell you when I have all the facts. Right now I’m about to go see a doctor. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Aria wait! Where are you? I’ll come and meet you now.”

“No its okay Sadie, I’m fine. Gotta go now, bye.” I click off the phone quickly before she can reply. I scroll through pictures on Instagram and read articles on Refinery 29 until it was time to go in for my appointment.

I arrive just in time for Dr. Mc Daniel to see me promptly at 10 am. A receptionist ushers me into her office where Doctor Mc Daniel is ready to greet me. “Welcome my dear, how are you doing today?” she asks cheerfully.

I smile, “I’m trying to be okay.”

“I see. Tell me what’s going on and how you feel about it.”

I spill all the details about everything that has happened since my last visit and she nods attentively throughout the story.

“I was gonna wait for your next appointment to start hypnosis but I think that it would be beneficial to you if we start today. It seems that the sooner you get answers the better. So I want you to move over to the chair on the other side of the room.”

I follow her instructions and move to sit on a black leather couch that she reclines so that I am almost lying down.

“Did you get an approximate date of conception?”

“Yes my doctor thinks conception happened around the last week in February or early March.”

She scribbles something in her notebook and then instructs me to close my eyes.

“Breathe in slowly” she whispers. “And very slowly breathe out.”

I do this repeatedly for about five minutes and I begin to feel calm and relaxed. Then Dr. Mc Daniel asks me several questions until I fall into a trance like state. She calls out a few dates very slowly, February 24th, March 3rd, February 28th, March 1st, February 25th. At the mention of February 25th I get goose bumps and a sudden feeling of fear. She asks me to recall the day. What time did I wake up? What I had for breakfast? What I did for the day? And I answer with stunning precision. She continues to ask me more questions about that day, how did I feel? Was it a good day at work? Why was it a good day at work? How did I feel after work? Did I go straight home? Was I tired? My answers to each question are as mundane as one can imagine until she asks what happens at home.

I recall the evening of February 25th with such detail that even in a trance I am amazed. I park my car where I always park next to a pine tree in the parking lot. I take the groceries that I stopped to buy at Whole Foods and I exit the car making sure to click lock as I walk away. I take the elevator up to the third floor where my apartment is situated. As I exit the elevator a slim white guy wearing a West Virginia Mountaineers cap approaches. I shiver and I can feel goose bumps yet again. The guy smiles at me and I ignore him and walk off to my apartment. I enter the apartment putting the groceries on the kitchen countertop. I run to the washroom I have to pee because I drank a large bottle of water. I wash my hands and go into the bedroom to change my clothes. I notice that my underwear drawer is open. I think to myself, “why would I leave that open? I’m sure I closed it.” I shrug it off and close it. I change my clothes and go into the kitchen to make some tea. I put away the groceries while I wait for the tea to cool down. I take my tea onto the couch with a snack and scroll through my phone. I am thirsty so I fetch a small bottle of water from the fridge. I drink it down quickly and continue scrolling my phone. I am yawning frequently and feel tired all of a sudden. I switch off the lights and head straight to bed. I remember thinking that I should brush my teeth but I am too tired to even move off the bed. I see a dark figure enter the room but everything is so blurry and dark. Then everything goes black. I don’t remember anything else except waking up late and being naked. Why am I naked? Am I wet down there? I feel sore down there too, why? Dr. Mc Daniel is telling me that everything is okay as I wake up suddenly aware, conscious and scared. My mother was right, I’ve been raped.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Tears are streaming down my face and my body is trembling with fear when I wake up from hypnosis. What did I just see? Did that really happen? Who was that in my room? Dr. Mc Daniel is telling me to close my eyes and take slow, deep breaths. I do as she says and miraculously it calms me down.

“Can I leave?” I ask.

“How are you feeling now Aria?”

“I dunno, frightened I guess. Confused maybe.”

Dr. Mc Daniel gets up and waves me over to the couch where we first spoke. “Now you have a date to work with. It seems like something really bad happened to you on February 25th. While you were hypnotized I could see the terror on your face.”

“Why is it that I did’nt remember any of this before?” I ask. My voice sounded hoarse so I cleared my throat a little.

“Hypnosis can help you to remember the things that are in your subconscious mind. I didn’t plant those memories in your mind. You remembered it because it happened. Today’s session has been better than I expected. We can meet again next Wednesday if you like.”

I hesitate a bit, “I don’t know. Can I get back to you?”

“Sure, you have my card right?”

“Yes, I’ll call and schedule an appointment when I’m ready.”

“Are you going to be okay?” She asks with a look of concern on her face.

“Yeah I’m fine.” I lie.

We say our goodbyes and I run to the safety of my car to cry. As much as I wanted to know more about what happened to me on the night of February 25th, I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. A part of me wanted to know every terrible detail and the other part of me didn’t.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Somehow I make it back to the hospital in one piece. My eyes were still red and a bit swollen from crying. When I get to my mother’s room I run to her and hug her. “Mom I’m so sorry for yelling at you.”

“Child I wasn’t even bothered about you. I know you’re going through a lot. I’ve got good news!”

I try to cheer up, “what happened?”

“They’re releasing me today!” She says with as much excitement as a child on Christmas morning about to open presents.

I smile, “That’s wonderful mom!”

She looks up at me for the first time since I arrive. The excitement on her face disappears. “Aria baby what’s wrong?”

I can’t control my emotions so I start crying again.

“Did you go see that shrink? Tell me what happened” she said. Her voice is soft with love and concern.

“I’ve been raped” I cry.

Mom gathers all her strength and holds me tight. In my ear she whispers, “Whoever did that to you will pay! I promise you!”

She holds me for a long time, gently rocking my body back and forth. “I need to go get my test results. They tested me for GHB too”.

Reluctantly she lets go and I think about how much of a blessing my mother is to me. “Would you like to come see the doctor with me? If they would let you.”

“Yes of course. Let me change my clothes. Gimme two minutes. I already packed up most of my stuff. I can’t wait to be out of here.”

Five minutes later mother and I hold hands and walk towards the doctor’s office for my results. “Everything will be okay”, she reassures me.

I nod and we make our way into the doctor’s office. The doctor is already waiting for me with a green file on his desk. My name is neatly typed on a label stuck to the file. The doctor confirms what I already know, there are traces of GHB in my system. Everything that he says after this is all a blur. Mother and I return to her room to get ready for her discharge. We pack up her few belongings in silence. My mother was always good at reading me. She knew when I didn’t want to talk and when I needed a pick me up. This was a moment for silence and I was happy that she could tell that I needed it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“Whew this is a nice hotel” Mom said as we entered the room. She put her bag on the chair and began to unpack a few things.

“I need to have a proper shower, do you mind if I go in now?” she asks.

“No of course not mom. Go ahead.”

While she showered a million things ran through my mind. Who put GHB in my food? Sadie? She was the only person with a key to my place, but why would she do that? If it wasn’t Sadie then who and what was their motive? Remembering that I had to check the footage, I whipped out my phone and did a rewind of everything captured on camera. Everything seems quite normal until I spot a dark figure wearing a hoodie in my bedroom. I think my heart stopped for a minute as I watch him moving through my bedroom. He goes through my underwear drawer, sniffing at my panties and putting one in his pocket. I continue to watch in horror as he moves around my bedroom as if in search of something. He moves to my bed and carefully runs his hand over my Egyptian cotton sheets. He stands still as if he knows he’s being watched then he sits on the bed for a minute before laying down in it. I don’t even realize that my hands are shaking until my mother comes out from the bathroom and points it out.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost Aria! Are you okay? Why are your hands shaking?” she asks.

I’m unable to answer as I watch this stranger lying on my bed, sniffing my sheets and pillows. I catch a glimpse of his face and a logo. I recognize the logo as the West Virginia Mountaineers logo. I would know that logo anywhere; my ex-boyfriend was from West Virginia and he was obsessed with the team. His face isn’t very clear so I pause the footage and magnify it a bit. I recognize him as the man I had seen in the elevator on February 25th. How did he get in?

“Aria, what’s going on? You look kinda pale!” my mother said with an extreme look of concern on her face. I rewind the footage and hand over my phone to her so that she can see.

“Oh my gosh!” she cried. “We have to call the police right away.” She moves speedily to get her purse. “I’ve got a business card from one of the detectives; its somewhere in here.” She fished around in her purse until she found the card and called the detective. I listened as she gave an account of what we saw from the camera footage.

“The detectives are coming over here in a few minutes. They will need a copy of the footage for the investigation. The hospital already told them that they found GHB in your system too.”

I give a simple nod of acknowledgement. “I’ve seen him before” I say.

“Who? That creep in the video?”

“Yes.”

Mom moves over to hug me. “They will get him!” she said reassuringly.

When the detectives arrive, I tell them that I’ve seen the guy before. “I think he lives in my building” I say. I tell them about the West Virginia Mountaineers cap and sweatshirt that he wore. I omit the fact that I only remembered him though a hypnosis session. I tell myself that they don’t need to know that. The detectives look at the footage; they take notes and they ask me to forward a copy of the video footage to them. As soon as they leave, I send them a copy of all the footage that the camera has captured so far. I continued to watch the video of the guy in my bedroom, examining everything that he did. I hit rewind to see how he entered my apartment. I’m shocked when I realize he opens with a key. He opens my fridge and stares into it for a few minutes. He seems to be looking for something but he does not move anything around in the fridge. He just stares into it in the strangest way. I re-watch the scene in my bedroom until my mother convinces me to put my phone away. “Let the police do their job honey”, she said.

I obey her, moving to the far corner of the room where a bunch of chargers are plugged in. I set my phone to charge and try to watch a movie with my mom but all I can think about is the man in my apartment.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The next morning mom and I dress to go out for breakfast. Food is the last thing on my mind but I figure it will be good to get out of the hotel for a bit. We stop at a coffee shop to get something to eat. While waiting for our hot beverages to cool down a bit and for our food to arrive, my phone rings. I don’t recognize the number but I answer anyway. When I answer I realize that it’s Ramona from the bank calling to give an update on the investigation involving the charges to my account. After apologizing profusely, she tells me that the charges were due to fraudulent activity and that the police are now involved. All the charges to my account have been refunded and suspects were apprehended by the police. When I ask who the suspects are she tells me that she can’t disclose but that the police will be in contact with me very soon regarding same. I thank her and turn to mom to tell her the news.

“Mom they found the person who stole money out of my account. Ramona said the cops will speak to me about it soon,” I say.

“That’s great. I wonder if it’s the same guy from the video.”

I sigh, “I guess we’ll find out soon.”

And indeed we did find out soon. Before finishing our breakfast, my phone started ringing. It was the same detective handling the investigation concerning the intruder in my apartment and the GHB that was found in our system.  He wanted us to come down to the station to talk. I told him we would get there in about twenty minutes.

I stuffed the last bit of a croissant into my mouth and gulped down my coffee. I waited for mom to finish her meal and then we headed down to the station to meet the detective.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

I’m shivering as I sit in the cold waiting room of the Police station. A dark, slim man who I recognise as the detective from the hotel yesterday approaches. He leads us into a small cramped office down a narrow hallway. He invites us to sit and offers a drink. Mother and I say we’re good and proceed to sit. Another detective joins him and I feel a bit claustrophobic with the four of us in such a tiny office. I notice the name Ian Sandler on the desk. I had never paid attention to his name before. I wondered what the name of the other detective was.

Detective Sandler starts by telling me about the fraudulent transactions in my bank account. He tells us that it was masterminded by three individuals. I freeze when hear him call Sadie and Monique’s names. My signature was forged by Sadie and Monique and given to a man named Trayvon Jones for encashment. Trayvon Jones used a fake ID in the name, “Devin Anderson” to cash the cheques. They split the money equally among them.

I still can’t believe what I’m hearing. I trusted Sadie so much. She was like my sister, always there for me and likewise I was always there for her.  I had to wonder what else she might have done.

The detective went on to talk about the other part of the investigation. Using facial recognition software and DNA found on the contaminated items in my fridge; they were able to apprehend a suspect. Danny Greenmire the son of the owner of my apartment complex; confessed to putting the date rape drug in my bottled water during interrogation. He had a bunch of mini cameras placed on objects around the apartment and was secretly watching me for months. That explained how he knew that I always drank a bottle of water before bedtime. Once the drugs had kicked in, he would come to my apartment with a master key that he copied from the office and rape me repeatedly.  The police had him in custody but I still felt unsafe and dirty. The harsh reality hit me in the face; Danny Greenmire, a rapist, was the father of my baby.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Even though the police had given me answers to the questions I had for weeks. I still had many more questions. Why did Danny Greenmire pick me? The police said that I was his only victim, but why me? I also could not understand why Sadie and Monique had betrayed me. Against my better judgement and my mother’s advice, I called Sadie. She was out on bail and too ashamed to go anywhere, plus I did not want to ever see her again. I just wanted to know why.

I dial Sadie’s number and she answers on the second ring. There is a long pause before she says, “Hello”.

I have to take a minute to compose myself. I feel like cursing her out and hanging up the phone but I know that would not give me the answers that I was seeking, it would only aggravate me more.

I breathe loudly into the phone, “hello Sadie”. My voice sounds cool and composed but on the inside there’s a storm of emotions threatening to erupt. Before I could say anything else she speaks.

“Ari I know what Monique and I did was really wrong. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I’m really sorry that I hurt you like that.”

Tears began to well up in my eyes and I was thankful that she couldn’t see me. “Why Sadie? I just want to know why you guys would do that to me. I was literally at my lowest point. We were like sisters, why did you betray me like that?”

In between sobs she begins her story, “It was all Monique’s idea. She said you were crazy and you were losing your mind. You were clearly forgetting things because no one would get pregnant and claim to not know how they conceived. I told her I believed you because I know you better than anyone else and I knew you were practicing celibacy. She convinced me that even if that was true and you weren’t losing your marbles; you’d believe you were crazy and that you lost your memory. She said that you would never find out. All we had to do was forge the cheques and get someone else to cash them. She got her cousin Trayvon to do it for just $2000. And we split the rest. I needed that money to help pay my rent and some medical bills. I swear I felt guilty the whole time and I’ve been wanting to tell you but Monique is just so damn convincing. Then you started to believe you weren’t crazy and losing your mind; so she came up with this idea to trick you back into thinking you were crazy. She got her cousin Trayvon to pretend that he slept with you. She came up with the whole idea for him to approach you at Sammy’s that night when we went out. It was also her idea to plant the fake appointment with an OBGYN that you forgot. She made me go to your apartment and light that candle in the wee hours of the morning to support the theory that you were forgetting things. I really did not want to do it but I was so desperate for the money. I’m so sorry Aria,” she cried.

“So it was all Monique? Why can’t you take responsibility for your actions Sadie? You helped to pull this off for money I would have easily loaned you! Monique may have been the mastermind but you helped her all the way. Knowing the bond that we had, you could have come to me. You knew everything that I was going through and you kicked me while I was down. No! You don’t get to be the victim here!”

“I’m so sorry Aria! I don’t expect you to ever speak to me again but I hope you can at least forgive me.”

I almost could not believe the words out of my mouth as they came out, “I forgive you.” I must have said it because I knew it was the only way I could move on and find inner peace. I said it once again, “I forgive you Sadie.” And without another word I ended the call. Scrolling down to the option that says “Block this caller” I select it and confirm that I wish to block the contact. I clicked the phone off and in that moment I felt free to pick up the pieces of my life from then on.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

4 MONTHS LATER

I was on the road to recovery after two months of bliss spent in Grenada with my mother. The baby was due soon and I had just come to accept the bizarre reality of my life. I decided to love and appreciate this baby. A part of me thinks that I’m crazy to want to keep a baby whose presence and being would be a constant reminder of how she came into this world. Yet another part of me believes that she is a part of me; a part that I can’t deny. I also know that she will inevitably change my life and make me a better person. I could have chosen abortion but it just wasn’t my choice and not something I believed in. I also could have given her up for adoption, my own mother offered to take her. Yet again I choose to keep my baby. Who knows what will really happen. All I know is that I’ve accepted my fate and I choose to find the positives in a very bad situation.

One of the best things that happened out of everything is that I found out exactly who my friends were. I am packing my things up in boxes to move back to New York. I can’t wait to start afresh and move on from this. After packing away Tupperware into a cardboard box I notice a stack of mail on the counter top. I grab it and start sifting through. Most of them are bills but there is one that catches my eye from the Fulton County Jail. My hands begin to tremble as I hold it but I can’t resist opening it. I already know who it’s from but silently I hope I am wrong.

Sweet Aria I miss you dearly! I hope that you and our baby are okay. When I get out of here, we will be a family. I can’t wait! I love you so much I wish you knew. Since the very first time I saw you I knew that you would have my baby. It hurts me that you never noticed me before when I tried to get your attention. I had to know more about you, that’s why I did it. I can’t wait to be close to you again! Love you! See you soon!

P.S. I’m still watching you! I’m looking at your picture on my wall as I write this letter! I love you sooooo much!

Love Danny.

My hands continue to tremble long after I’ve read his letter. One line hits me the hardest, “I’m still watching you”. What the actual fuck? This guy needed all the help he could get plus divine intervention. I almost tear the letter up but a voice in me tells me that I have to be strong. I call my mother to take a look at it and without hesitation she dials Detective Sandler.

This would be the first and the last letter Danny Greenmire sends to me. I made a decision then and there. I was not going to be the victim again; I would fight him with everything I had. When my mom got off the phone with Detective Sandler I told her, “Mom I’m getting a gun and after this baby is born; I’m gonna go target practicing. “ I say with confidence.

“And as well you should Aria. This guy is very sick, who knows what he’ll do again and what he’s capable of. He’ll be in jail for a long time but guys like him often get out early on good behaviour. You can’t be too careful.”

“You’re right Mom!”

She looks at me with an expression I know all too well, “Why don’t you come back to Grenada after the baby is born? Just for a few months until you’re back on your feet.”

I smile, “I might just do that mom.”

I did not know what my future held but I knew that I had my mother’s full support and that everything was going to be okay.

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ISLAND BOYS DON’T CRY

(An Excerpt)

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Kimon

The Dictator

I always felt that I was special. From the moment I became conscious of my thoughts I knew I was different. I never could really put my finger on what it was but as I grew older I began to see why I was special. I didn’t look special; my appearance was not physically appealing. On a scale of 1 to 10, I was probably a whopping 3. I had large ugly bulging eyes that protruded from my big forehead. My dark skin was always ashy and unhealthy looking because my father said that skin lotion was a waste of money. Sometimes I would use some of my mother’s cooking oil to rub on my hands and feet if my father “The Dictator” wasn’t around. My nappy, afro hair would roll up into tiny balls that were always a nuisance to tame. To top that off, my teeth were jacked up and yellowish because again my father “the dictator” stopped my mother from buying toothpaste or toothbrushes because he felt that it cost too much. With my lanky frame and clumsy movements I probably looked like a “mocha jumbie” fighting to move on stilts most of the time. I did not have any special talent either. I couldn’t sing or dance to save my life. I didn’t play any musical instrument. I wasn’t athletic. I wasn’t good at anything in school. I am also a dunce. Yes, my grades at the primary school I attend are horrible. I know that it is not because I am stupid but rather it is because I haven’t had someone to help me, motivate and push me towards better grades. Despite all of this I know I can become great one day and perhaps I will.

I was born on July 3rd 2005 in St. George’s, Grenada to the world’s most unfit parents Atkinson and Jenny Devenish. My parents should have been banned from procreating. My father always made the point that I was a big mistake. Whenever he got upset (this was often) he would remind me that he would be rich if I hadn’t been born. My mother was the most passive person to ever exist on this planet. Sometimes I wish I could slap some sense into her. My father would beat her all the time for the stupidest, simplest things and she would do nothing. I just could never understand why she allowed my father’s verbal and physical abuse. My father could not read and write well. He could barely spell his own name. My mother wasn’t much better than him. My father worked at the St. George’s University in the maintenance department. He worked there for 20+ years. The university had a big medical school where students from America, Canada, England and other countries around the world came to study.

My mother was attractive; her big brown eyes held a striking beauty and her forehead was just as big as mine. Although our features were similar they looked better on her than me. Her skin was as dark as mine and she kept her hair very short because my father would make her cut it at the same barber shop he went to.

He did not like long hair. This was what my mother had once told me. My mother did not work but sometimes she would do an occasional odd job. Sometimes she would do ironing and cleaning for Miss Sonson a rich English lady who lived in a big fancy house in Lance Aux Epines. Lance Aux Epines is where the affluent folks live. Miss Sonson is retired and she would travel back and forth between Grenada and England twice or three times a year. Whenever Ms Sonson was in the island she would sometimes call my mother if she needed help with anything. This occasional job with Miss Sonson gave my mother a little financial freedom from my father and sometimes she would buy me things that he refused to get. My father was always complaining that certain grocery and personal care items were a waste of money. Sometimes I referred to him as “The Tyrant” or “The Dictator” when I found him to be too controlling, and “The Miser” whenever he didn’t want to spend money to satisfy our basic needs. My father was tall and dark and his face had a permanent frown on it. I think it is because he is always angry. I can’t say that he is handsome, perhaps if he smiled more he would be. A lot of our neighbours cannot stand him because they say he is stupid and ignorant. I could not disagree with them.

Pssssst……. Kimon………… Kimon…………. A soft whisper came from outside the window. It must be Jeremy and Jamie, I thought to myself. I opened the window to see both brothers laughing and peeping through my mother’s hibiscus flower plants that grew outside my window.

“Wah allyuh laughing at dey?” I asked with suspicion. Jeremy and Jamie Matthias were always up to no good. It was after 9:00 pm on a school night and I just knew that they were up to something. Sometimes I would sneak outside with them to hangout if my parents were already asleep. I could still hear the television from the living room so I had to check before sneaking out. “Aye allyuh, lemme see if meh ole man still up” I pretended to go into the kitchen for some water. My mother was wide awake watching the Television but my father was fast asleep and snoring loudly to confirm it. I went back into the room, “hold on, ah coming Jamie”. I jumped out the open window in my room and went to see what excitement the boys had in store for me.

“Kimon, wah de ass yuh doing in bed at 9 o’clock?” Jeremy asked laughing.

“You is ah fowl?”.

I Ignored his question, “Wah happen now?”.

Jamie answered first, “Ah have ah video for yuh to see”.

Jeremy looked to his brother then said, “Jamie yuh feel this pussy hole here could handle dah video dey?”

Jamie exchanged looks with his brother, “nah I ain’t feel he cud handle dah”.

“Lemme see de dam ting nah boy”, with that I grabbed the iPad from Jamie’s hand.

“Unlock it”, I demanded. I always envied the two brothers. They had so much freedom. They were always unsupervised. Their drug dealing father could care less about where they were or what they were doing. Their 23 year old step mother Shemicka did not care either. Their biological mother died when they were very young in a tragic car accident and they had no one else but their father and whoever his young lover was at the time. Jeremy and Jamie were my escape from my parents and my pathetic life. They were only 11 and 12 but they knew many things that the average child did not know. They both claimed that they had sex before, knew how to shoot a gun and saw someone die. They also cursed like sailors but I loved being around them. Hanging with them made me feel like I was one of the cool kids. Jamie and Jeremy had everything they wanted. Their father always gave them money and bought anything they desired. In my view their lives were perfect. There was no doubt that the brothers were a bad influence on me but I didn’t care. Suddenly I heard what sounded like a woman moaning. It was the video, but it was not a woman moaning.

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THE PREGNANCY

Copyright © 2017 by Aurora Gayle.

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Content

Aurora Gayle
THE PREGNANCY
A GRIPPING PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER WITH A NAIL-BITING TWIST

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

ISLAND BOYS DON’T CRY (An Excerpt)

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