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My Treasure

Chapter 1: The Accident

The driver pulled the shiny black SUV with tinted windows into a parking spot directly in front of the double glass door and put it in park. He waited in silence for a few moments before glancing down and to his right at the chipette in the passenger seat. It was not his place to speak, so he patiently sat there, awaiting her giving him some sort of signal that she was ready.

Brittany was dressed in all black with a silky robe dress, a thick wire hat, high heels and dark sunglasses. She stared at the double glass doors just a few yards away from her, tucked inside a solid red brick wall, tinted black to the point where you couldn't see anything inside. Out of the corner of her eye through the passenger side mirror, she could see dozens of protesters aggressively arguing, bickering, shouting and shoving each other with home-made signs, airhorns, and speakerphones. They were all restrained behind some yellow caution tape and a few orange cones, enforced by two or three security officers in bright neon jackets.

And then she noticed him at the forefront of the whole mess: Alvin, glumly typing on his phone. She watched him type, pause, type, pause, backspace a few times, hesitate, type again. Finally satisfied, he finished tapping his phone, put it in his trademark sweatshirt pocket along with both of his hands and look up at the black Chevy Suburban she was sitting in.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She knew who it was from, and she knew she didn't want to read what the message said. But she slid it onto her hand and lifted it in front of her face. The text message read: "please don't do this baby…."

Brittany's hand trembled as the nausea grew in her stomach. She wanted to cry, torn apart about what she was about to go through with. The black-clad chipette slid the cellphone back into her pocket.

She continued to stare at the abortion clinic in front of her as if trying to decide whether it was inviting her inside or completely repulsing her. Finally, the man who had driven her there spoke up, "are you ready to go inside ma'am?"

"Oh," Brit murmured, snapping out of it. "Yes."

The driver nodded, opening his door and exiting the vehicle. While he walked around the hood of the car, Brittany's breaths turned into long, shaky inhales and exhales. The man opened the door and extended a hand for brittany to step onto, which she obliged. He carefully guided her down to the cement sidewalk, making sure to stand between her and the crowd of protesters. It was a chilly, grey, cloudy day and it looked like there was a decent chance of thunderstorms.

She wasn't supposed to do this, but she couldn't help herself. Brittany moved her head from around the driver's leg to get one more look at Alvin. He still had his hands in his red sweatshirt pocket with the yellow "A" that he was famous for. But instead of that arrogant grin that seemed to always occupy his handsome face which she had once fallen in love with, instead she locked eyes with a face of gloom and helplessness. Tears ran down both of their faces as they stood eyeing each other up and down before finally Alvin dropped his gaze down towards the asphalt in defeat.

Brittany sighed, turned and began walking towards the clinic with her driver close behind. He opened one of the dimmed out doors and said, "I'll be waiting in the car."

"Thank you," she managed to say to him before he closed it and disappeared.

The inside of the clinic was brightly lit with a shiny white tile floor, white ceiling, and white walls with soothing paintings hung in random areas. Brit cautiously approached the welcome counter before she was noticed by the lady standing there. "Hi there," she said in a monotone voice just loud enough so the chipette could hear her. "How can I assist you today?" She was also wearing all white with preppy glasses and a nametag that said Valeria.

"I… I have an appointment," Brit responded.

Valeria looked down at her and said, "hmm. You must be Dr. Cummins' 3pm. I'll let him know you're here. You can go ahead and take a seat wherever you feel comfortable."

Brittany gulped as a pit began to form in her stomach. But she obliged the woman by taking a seat on the nearest fabric couch she could find. She didn't even have enough time to take it all in, however, before a nearby wooden door opened with a slow creak and a charismatic man's voice called out the name, "Brittany?"

She hopped down from the couch and scampered underneath it so she could see the doctor who was asking for her. It was a tall man with thin grey hair only on the sides of his head. "That's me," she responded.

Dr. Cummins used his bald head to motion her towards the door. "Room 13 down the hallway on the right."

There was really no need to tell her this, as all she did was follow him to the checkout room anyway. Without being asked to, she took a seat on the examination chair while the abortion doctor pulled out her file and began to examine it.

"It says here you're only about ten weeks in," he muttered aloud. Without getting a response from her he looked up from the folder and followed up with, "is that correct?"

"Yes," Brit said, shortly.

Dr. Cummins chuckled. "That's good. The earlier the better. Shouldn't be a problem for the state of California anyways."

"That's good," the chipette sighed. She couldn't get the sight of Alvin crying out of her head. Was he still in front of that crowd, she wondered, waiting, praying that she would change her mind?

"Is it your first pregnancy?" Cummins continued.

"Yes."

"Do you, or have you, used any substances in the last ten days including but not limited to; alcohol, marijuana, cocaine, heroin, or acid?"

"No."

"Any known defects of the fetus?"

Brittany turned to look at him as if she hadn't heard him. "What?"

The bald doctor looked up from the file once again towards the chipette. "Does the child have any birth defects that you know at this time?"

"No," Brit said. "I don't know. I haven't seen an ultrasound yet."

Cummins nodded and continued, "ok, and-"

But was cut off by Brittany: "oh! That reminds me! I was wondering if I could actually see the baby on an ultrasound. You know, before I go through with this?"

The doctor didn't even flinch or let his eyes stray from the folder before answering, "Miss Brittany we do not offer ultrasounds."

"W-why not?" Brittany squinted at him.

"Because," he said, "we've found that watching an ultrasound only makes it harder for women to make these decisions. Trust me, it's better if you don't."

The chipette bit her lip as Cummins finally made eye contact with her again.

"Anymore questions?" he asked in a somewhat pandering tone.

"Yeah… actually. What will this whole operation look like? What exactly is gonna happen?"

He sighed and put his pen down. "Well we're gonna run some tests on you, verify that we're meeting state laws with accepting the termination of this pregnancy, collect a small down payment an-"

"My insurance is covering it," the chipette interrupted once again. "I'm talking about the actual abortion, doctor."

Cummins looked around the room as if searching for what to say, "I'm not sure how to describe the procedure without upsetting you."

Brittany let out a small chuckle as she fought back tears. "You know what?" she said, getting the attention of the doctor. "Screw this." And without further warning, she stood up and hopped down from the examination chair.

"Where are you going?" Cummins questioned her in shock.

"I can't do this," Brittany said over her shoulder as she walked towards the only door to the room. "I just can't do it."

None of the staff tried to stop her as she ran through the hallway and the greeting room all the way up to the entrance up to the clinic. With good timing, the tinted double glass doors opened for Brit. As she scurried outside, taking her place inside was a skinny, teary-eye middle aged woman with a pretty blonde girl, looked to be about 16 or so, who looked like she had just seen a ghost.

As soon as Brittany was outside she began darting my eyes back and forth across the entire crowd of protesters, much to the surprise of her driver. Finally she found him: Alvin, sitting with his arms folded across his knees with his face tucked into his forearms. As the driver exited the SUV to see what Brit's problem was, she began sprinting towards the red-clad chipmunk.

"ALVIN!" she screamed as she ran

His ears flinched and his head perked up ever so slightly as peered in her direction with squinted eyes.

Continuing to run towards him with tears of joy flowing down her cheeks and a massive smile on her face, the chipette had just enough breath to let out another cry, "Alvie!"

Alvin looked at her in amazement for a few moments before lifting himself to his feet. Just in time for him to catch his counterpart and embrace her in tight, loving hug.

"I'm so sorry, baby," Brittany whimpered into his ear. "I'm sorry I put you through all that. But I just, I couldn't do that to it. Not to our baby."

"Shh, it's ok," Alvin assured her, now with tears erupting from his own eyes as he held her close. "We're going to pull this through. We'll make it work. I swear to you."

And THAT was the first chapter.

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