Freaks Cum Out PT1 Kindle (2 page)

“Ma’am, how far along are you?” asked a man in a white coat.

“I---I don’t know. Maybe four months,” she replied 

He looked back at her in disbelief. How could a woman not know how far along she is? He thought to himself.

But this was no ordinary woman. The people of the emergency room knew what type of woman she was. The plastic red stilettos, fish net stockings, and thonged panties gave it away. 

 “If you had that extra hit you would have been ok,” the voice informed her.

“WELL, I DIDN’T GET THE DAMN MONEY!” she yelled back at the voice.

Everyone’s eyes met hers, then they looked at each other. They silently communicated what they wanted to say aloud. 

 “Is she a prostitute?” one of the nurses whispered to another.

It seemed like people and machines were everywhere. All over, there was something going on. One doctor was giving her an ultrasound and a nurse was covering her up and taking off her red, working shoes.

“She is eighty percent effaced.”

“Ma’am, what’s your name?”

“JoAnn Mon---Montgomery,” she managed to say. She hadn’t had to say her government name in a while. 

“Ultrasound shows the baby may be to term, but…” someone rattled off  medical terms she didn’t understand.

Her head began to pound with the force of two eighteen wheelers crashing together.  She tried to tell the scrubs and white coats, but she couldn’t speak.

“Her BP is way too high.”

“Ma’am, ma’am, can you hear me?”

She didn’t answer. Her mouth had lost the ability to move. 

“JoAnn, can you hear me? Squeeze my hand,” someone asked but she couldn’t do that either. She told her hand to move but it didn’t respond. 

“She’s unresponsive,” one of the doctors yelled. 

“Just die, bitch. No need for you to keep going through this shit. Just die and take the baby with you,” the voice told her.

The voice was convincing. She heard the machines buzz, but now it didn’t matter. The loud beeping began to fade further and further away. She closed her eyes. Her body felt like it was floating through air.

Not worried about herself or the dying child in her womb, she drifted into unconsciousness. As she drifted away she could only think of one thing.

I wonder, is there any dope in Heaven

CHAPTER 1

“She’s where?” Sabrina asked. She sat in her car trying to listen to the cries of her grandmother.

“She’s in the hospital in intensive care,” Momma Montgomery yelled.

“Which one, Momma?”

“Saint James. I’m on my way there now.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Calm down and drive safe, Momma. Ok?”

She didn’t answer. Sabrina looked down at the phone and saw that the call had ended. Lord, let this dumbass woman be all right, Sabrina said a silent prayer for the person that brought her into the world.

Sabrina was already driving in the direction of the hospital on her way to work. Still with her cell phone in hand, she dialed another number.

“Rick, I’m going to be late. I just got a call that my Mom is in ICU,” Sabrina said nonchalantly as her manager answered the phone.

“Momma Montgomery is in the hospital?” he asked.

Everyone called her grandmother, Momma, including her. To Sabrina, Momma Montgomery was her mother. JoAnn was wasted space.

“No, my egg donor. But Momma is on her way up there so I need to be there,” she answered with her eyes scanning the rode as she drove.

“Ohh, ok. I understand. Let me know if you can make it later. If not, I’ll have someone cover your shift.”

“Oh, I’ll be there. I’ll get Momma situated and I’m coming in. I wouldn’t even go if it wasn’t for Momma cause you already know how I feel about the donor.”

Rick laughed nervously. Sabrina spoke about her birth mother with such disdain and hate that it made others nervous.

“Just let me know Sabrina. I can cover you, no problem”

Sabrina started to repeat herself but decided against it. Switching between lanes she agreed and ended the call with Rick.

I guess he doesn’t know how much I don’t give a fuck about JoAnn, Sabrina thought to herself as she sped through yellow lights.

St. James Memorial Hospital was on the west side of the city. It was a nice ride from Momma Montgomery’s house so Sabrina expected to reach the hospital before she did.

 As pulled into the parking lot, she saw Momma making her way towards the entrance.

“MOMMA! MOMMA, wait for me to park,” Sabrina screamed from her car window. She quickly found a spot and ran to catch up with Momma Montgomery.

“MOMMA, SLOW DOWN!” Sabrina yelled after her. For a middle aged woman, she was moving fast. She caught up to her at the entrance to the hospital.

“Come on, baby,” Momma Montgomery said as she turned and entered the double glass doors that led to the lobby.“They said she was pretty bad” Momma Montgomery said, not missing a step. In silence, she followed closely behind Momma Montgomery to the hospital information desk

I guess she thinks I care if she dies, Sabrina said to herself. She dare not say it aloud.

Stopping at the information desk, Momma Montgomery asked for JoAnn and got directions to the elevator and her floor. Sabrina was still less than thrilled to be there, but she followed Momma Montgomery anyway.

Momma Montgomery’s usually slow pace was met by a rushed jog today. She pressed the button to the elevator before Sabrina even made it to the elevator corridors.

“Come on, girl” Momma Montgomery said as the silver metal doors opened to the elevator. Momma jumped inside the elevator and Sabrina rushed and got on as well.

“What exactly did they say when they called, Momma?” Sabrina asked as the elevator climbed quickly to the 6th floor.

“Something about emergency surgery.”

“I guess it’s all that shit she’s smoking.”

“Now you watch you mouth. That’s still your mother,” Momma Montgomery said as she made her way off the elevator.

“No she’s not. You’re my Momma,” Sabrina said as they walked single file to the nurse’s station.

Momma Montgomery ignored Sabrina’s tirade about her mother. It wasn’t like she hadn’t heard it before.

“Excuse me, ma’am. I’m looking for my daughter, JoAnn Montgomery.”

The young nurse looked at them with a strange glare.  She quickly changed her expression to a smile, but Sabrina still picked up on the lapse in her mood.

“She’s in room 632, down this hall and to the left,” She explained and pointed in the direction they should walk. 

Momma Montgomery thanked the woman and they were off. Sabrina’s mind had already started moving.

What was that look about? Sabrina thought as they made their way down the hall.

As their shoes made scuff sounds on the tan and speckled linoleum, Sabrina couldn’t help but notice the child-like drawings on the wall.

Is this the prenatal floor? she asked herself. Before she could voice her questions, they were already at room 632.

“Here it is,” Momma said as she burst into the room. “JoAnn,” Momma called as the door swung open.

A nurse was there checking her vitals and changing an I.V bag. JoAnn was sleeping, or playing sleep. Sabrina didn’t want to see her either way. Momma, on the other hand, took off her coat and went right to her side.

“Momma, is that you?” JoAnn whispered when she felt Momma Montgomery caressing her hand.

From lying in the bed, JoAnn’s black hair was matted to her head. She seemed sick and depleted, but Sabrina was convinced it was just the drugs.

“I’m here, baby. So is Brina,” Momma Montgomery, said glancing back at Sabrina. “What happened?” Momma Montgomery asked.

A lone tear fell down JoAnn’s cheek as she began to explain how horribly sick she was.

This bitch deserves an Oscar, Sabrina thought to herself. She decided to sit down and watch the show.

“I---I just got this horrible feeling in my stomach and had a friend bring me to the hospital. It was awful Momma,” JoAnn said as she patted her stomach through the white hospital sheets.

The nurse quickly grabbed her clip board and left the room leaving them alone. 

“I guess she can’t take the lies either,” Sabrina whispered to herself.

“Brina, you say something?”

“Naw, Momma. I’m just listening,” Sabrina replied to Momma Montgomery as she looked down at her shoes to avoid eye contact. She sat at the small table and continued to listen until light taps came to the door.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Brock,” the gentleman in the white coat said. He pushed the wire framed glasses up on his head as he entered the room.

“How are you doing today, JoAnn?” he asked as he walked around the hospital bed and shook Momma Montgomery’s hand. Sabrina sat up in the bed and shook the doctor’s hand as well. 

“I’m fine, doc,” JoAnn said. Nervousness was plastered across her face. 

“Can you come back later?” JoAnn asked, looking the doctor intently in the eyes.

 Sabrina was picking up on JoAnn’s resistance of the doctor being there however, Momma Montgomery wasn’t the wiser to the situation.

Momma merely smoothed over JoAnn’s hair and held her hand.

“Oh, sure I can come back. I just want to check out your incision. Has the lactation specialist been here to talk to you about breastfeeding?” The doctor’s words made no sense to Sabrina and Momma Montgomery.

JoAnn shook her head to say no, but it was too late. She looked down at the sheets waiting for the storm of questions. The secret was already out.

“Breastfeeding? What do you mean?” Momma asked with a puzzled expression. She wasn’t quite sure of what he was trying to ask. She looked at JoAnn for an explanation, but her eyes had diverted to the window. JoAnn silently wished she could jump out and escape the inevitable.

“Yes, her level of narcotics is low enough to breastfeed if she wanted. But we still have to notify the hospital social worker about going home arrangements,” he said everything nonchalantly as he raised the sheets and looked at her stomach.

“Let me take a look at the incision,” the doctor said while putting on rubber gloves.

“So, the surgery was a C-Section?” Sabrina asked. She was now standing next to Momma Montgomery and starring down at JoAnn. 

“I take it you both didn’t know JoAnn was pregnant?” the doctor asked as he removed the latex gloves and discarded them in a small waste basket. He had discovered what was going on without them responding to his question.

He now looked completely uncomfortable.

“Would you like to see the baby?” he asked, no longer looking at JoAnn. She had even rubbed the doctor the wrong way.