I couldn't sleep that night. It was 1:30 a.m. and I was going mad.

My relationship with Dean was out of the door.

I decided to go for a drive.

I grabbed my keys, my coat, slipped on some shoes, and went outside to get into my car.

I turned the engine and warmed the car up. I looked at my phone and I noticed that it was New Year's Eve. Some shitty New Year's Eve I was having already. My son was in the hospital, Dean left me, I'm stressing while pregnant, and my brother is satisfied with destroying my relationship. Wow.

I put my seatbelt on, put the car in reverse, backed out, and drove off into the early hours of the morning. I wasn't driving anywhere specific. My mind was racing and I needed something to keep me occupied.

I wanted to talk to Dean. I wanted to convince him that everything Biggy told him was a complete and utter lie. Even if I had to leave him a voice message, I had to tell him the truth. But I guess Dean believed him because he was fed up of being harassed for being with a black woman.

But I loved Dean with all of my heart. And I told him countless times that no matter what, I would always be there for him. I loved him.

Tears began streaming down my face again. I quickly wiped them so I could be able to see the road ahead of me.

I decided to turn on the radio to listen to something until I heard glass shattering.

I had been hit by another car from the side and another head on.

I was knocked unconscious for a few minutes then I finally came to.

I had blood running down the side of my face. I managed to look up and see that I was trapped in between the seat and the steering wheel.

The car that had crashed into me head on had completely destroyed the entire front of my car.

The steering wheel was pressed against my stomach hard and I could barely breath. I felt an extreme sharp pain inside of my torso area.

I soon heard voices and yelling.

"There's been a terrible accident! Call an ambulance!"

"Are they okay!?"

Soon, I heard ambulances.

I was slouched forward, trying to hold on for dear life.

In and out I went. My consciousness barely there...

I heard a loud noise that last for what seemed like enternity.

Before I knew it, I was staring up at bright lights and someone flashing a light into my eyes.

"Her breathing is stable," I heard someone say.

I continued to stare up at the lights until I heard a door open.

I was pushed out away from the lights, back outside, and into another place with bright lights.

I was being touched all over.

Needles were being stuck into my hands.

A mask was placed over my face and soon I lost all consciousness.

My eyes fluttered open.

I was in agonizing pain.

I felt someone gently grab onto my hand.

I looked and saw it was my mom.

"Desiree," she said. "You okay?"

"No...I'm hurting bad," I said.

My mom went to get the nurse who gave me more painkillers.

"How long have I been out for?" I asked my mom.

"Only a few hours," she said. "You were in a car accident. You had one fractured rib but..." Her voice trailed off.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"Desiree, you..." she wanted to tell me what was going on but couldn't. Whatever it is that she wanted to tell me looked like it was hurting her to even think about, let alone tell me.

"Mom, it's okay. You can tell me what's going on," I said.

My mom grabbed ahold of my hand.

"Desiree, you lost your baby," she said.

My mother never lied to me and I didn't want her to do so now.

"Mom...what do you mean...I lost...my baby?"

"When you were in the accident, you were pinned hard between your sit and the wheel," she said. "The entire front of your car basically caved in on you. I'm so sorry, Desiree."

"No, no, this can't be," I said, my heart racing. "No, no, no, no, no, not my baby!"

I started to weep uncontrollably.

"Desiree," my mom said, trying to comfort me.

"Leave me alone!" I said, pushing her away. Despite being in pain, I was so angry I forgot about the pain I was already in.

"Desiree! Calm down!" my mom said.

"Oh, God, why?" I sobbed.

"Desiree, listen! I know this is tough for you, but you're going to pull through this. I called Dean," she said.

"Did...you tell him...about..."

"No, I didn't. I told him to check on Dave. I checked on him earlier and he was up and running around," my mom said trying to reassure me.

"I can't let Dave see me like this," I said, trying to pull myself together. "But I'm glad he's okay. Me and Dean were supposed to see him together but, my stupid ass brother made sure he messed up everything."

"What do you mean?" my mom asked.

I blew my nose before I continued. "Biggy lied to Dean and said that I was with my ex while he was on the road. Dean flipped and stormed out and went to stay with Roman."

"I'm gonna kick that boy's ass. How are you holding up?"

"I can managed," I said, turning to lay down on my side. "Let me know when Dean is here, okay?"

"Alright."

I had went to sleep.

I woke up to someone gently nudging me. It was Dean. He had brought me flowers.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey. I got the news this morning and I rushed over here. Your mom told me to check on Dave first. He's doing good," Dean said. "He's going to be able to come back home tomorrow."

"That's good," I said.

Dean pulled up a chair and sat down in it next to me. He gently took my hand into his.

"I'm so sorry, Desiree. God knows I am," Dean said. "I should've known-"

I placed a finger on his lips.

"It's okay," I said.

He kissed my hand. "How're you feeling?"

"In less pain than I was earlier and tired. But, Dean, I have to tell you something," I said.

I bit my lip slightly.

"Go ahead and say it, Desiree," Dean said, anxiously. "I promise, whatver it is, I won't get mad."

"Dean, I lost the baby," I said.

I lost it and cried like a baby once again.