In Need of Someone to Love
Chapter 2
Uncontrollable Emotions
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When Troy woke up the following morning, his wife wasn't by his side. He went into the hall and he heard her praying. He went into the study. She was on her knees with her bible and her diamond cross pendant.
"What are you doing?" he asked, kneeling down beside her. She turned to face him and he realized that she had been crying.
"Troy…" Angelina began softly, "When I gave you the good news, I didn't give you the bad news." She rubbed her stomach.
"Tell me." Her husband said. He took her hand in his.
"No Troy, I don't think you're ready to hear this."
Troy's ultramarine eyes glinted with emotion. "Tell me Angel." He said. More tears formed in Angelina's eyes.
"An angel is exactly what I'll be." She sobbed, her voice cracking. "After I give birth, I'm going to die." Troy couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Who told you that?" he asked furiously.
"My doctor." The petite blond cried. "He told me that I close to a month pregnant and that after the other eight months, I'll be completely succumbed by the you know what."
" No baby, you aren't going to die. I'll get you the best treatment . I'll give up our cars… the summer house… everything." Troy said tearfully.
"I'm sorry Troy, but the doctor…"
"WHO CARES ABOUT THE DAMN DOCTOR!" Troy yelled. He pounded his fists into the purple carpet.
"Troy, please calm down. God wants to bring me home. But don't worry you'll have our baby." Troy wrapped his arms around her and they cried into each other's shoulders. He felt their hearts thumping and pounding together. His was a little faster than hers. He cried even harder knowing that soon, one of those heartbeats would cease.
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"See, when the baby is born, the you know what will have complete control and take her life." Dr.Finch explained. Troy was sitting in his office and listening as the doctor showed him the test results. He had stormed in and demanded to see Angelina's doctor. He wanted to make sure his wife wasn't being lied to.
"Isn't there anything you could do? Chemotherapy… anything at all?" He pleaded.
"I'm afraid not." Dr.Finch said. Troy put his head in his hands and sat there. He hated the fact that he had to just watch Angelina slowly die and act as if it was all going to be okay. He got up to pay the doctor, but the older man refused to take the money. "No, you keep your money. You'll need it." He said.
Troy got up and walked out. He ignored the stares of the staff and the patients and ran outside to his car. He climbed in and slammed the door. Angelina was talking to the baby.
"I'll be with you always." She was saying.
"We have eight months left together." Troy said, feeling emotionless. Angelina kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"It's going to be okay." She whispered.
"No, it isn't!" He husband yelled, slamming his fists on the steering wheel. "You are going to die! You are never going to see your son or daughter grow up! You aren't going to be here to see what the future is going to bring! Worse yet… I'm going to be a single parent. " Warm tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Hire a babysitter." Angelina mumbled quietly.
"Don't you get it?" Troy asked, "What am I supposed to do without you?!" Angelina stroked his hair affectionately.
"Troy, don't you think that I have a lot to worry about. I'm going to die. But let's not worry about that. Let's worry about our baby. I want to make sure that she has the best." Her voice was soothing. "Of course, she will always have the best father." She hugged him tightly.
"I hope so." He whispered.