JAYS POV
As soon as I got out of the car I rushed over to Bey and crouched down in front of her.
"Are you okay?" She didn't even look at me. She ignored me completely and just cried. "Bey... I'm so sorry." I tried to put my hand on her cheek but she flinched and turned away. I sighed and stood up.
As soon as I saw Jermaine my blood began to boil. without even thinking about it I got up and shoved him into the wall and held him there by his collar.
"This what you doing man? You brought her here?!" He shoved me away from him.
"Man at least I aint put my hands on her and yell down her throat! Don't talk to me like I'm he motherfucking bad guy nigga!" Still too mad to make any good decisions, I punched him hard in the chest and tackled him to the ground.
"Don't ever come near her again!" I yelled at him.
"Shut the fuck up!"
It took the security all of 5 seconds to pull us away from each other and as soon as they did I went over to Bey, pushing her towards my car.
"Bum ass nigga, Imma kill his ass." I mumbled under my breath. I took a few deep breaths while unlocking the car so I'd be calmer talking to Bey. The last thing she needed was us to be fighting.
I walked in front of her and opened the passenger door for her. She was still in the exact same position with tears rolling down her pretty face. No matter what our situation, it always broke me to see her cry.
"Can you stand up baby?" I said softly. She lightly shook her head. "Alright, don't worry."
I gently pulled her out of the wheel chair and she let out a soft cry as soon as he feet were on the floor, just as she was about to collapse I caught her.
"Jay... My head hurts.." I put her in the car and put her seat belt on.
"I know, just hold on alright? Imma take you home. I'll take care of you."
The whole car ride she was silent. I kept peeping over at her and asking if she was alright but she never replied. Eventually I gave up asking and just rested my hand on her thigh.
The ride was pretty long and the music stayed low. When the car stopped at the lights, she spoke up for the first time.
"I didn't do it." My head snapped over in her direction so fast I almost broke my neck.
"Didn't do what?"
"I didn't get the abortion. I couldn't do it."
I didn't know what to say. The odds still weren't in her favour, but it was still a possibility that the baby survives.
"Can I ask why you didn't go through with it?" I said rubbing her thigh a little.
"I don't know. I got too scared and emotional. They said I was too hysterical to give the final okay and Jermaine refused to give I for me. He said If its really what I wanted to do I needed to be the one to say it."
"Do you still want to do it?" She was quiet for a minute. She rubbed her small bump and smiled.
"No one wants to abort their child. Its about what's best for him or her."
"So what do you think is best?"
"I think what you said was right."
"No, Bey it wasn't. Nothing I said was-"
"Shawn, please. Whether you meant it or not, I heard it. And it was true. I'm not fit to be a mother."
"You don't know that."
