Aurora Gayle - The Pregnancy

In between sobs she begins her story, “It was all Monique’s idea. She said you were crazy and you were losing your mind. You were clearly forgetting things because no one would get pregnant and claim to not know how they conceived. I told her I believed you because I know you better than anyone else and I knew you were practicing celibacy. She convinced me that even if that was true and you weren’t losing your marbles; you’d believe you were crazy and that you lost your memory. She said that you would never find out. All we had to do was forge the cheques and get someone else to cash them. She got her cousin Trayvon to do it for just $2000. And we split the rest. I needed that money to help pay my rent and some medical bills. I swear I felt guilty the whole time and I’ve been wanting to tell you but Monique is just so damn convincing. Then you started to believe you weren’t crazy and losing your mind; so she came up with this idea to trick you back into thinking you were crazy. She got her cousin Trayvon to pretend that he slept with you. She came up with the whole idea for him to approach you at Sammy’s that night when we went out. It was also her idea to plant the fake appointment with an OBGYN that you forgot. She made me go to your apartment and light that candle in the wee hours of the morning to support the theory that you were forgetting things. I really did not want to do it but I was so desperate for the money. I’m so sorry Aria,” she cried.

“So it was all Monique? Why can’t you take responsibility for your actions Sadie? You helped to pull this off for money I would have easily loaned you! Monique may have been the mastermind but you helped her all the way. Knowing the bond that we had, you could have come to me. You knew everything that I was going through and you kicked me while I was down. No! You don’t get to be the victim here!”

“I’m so sorry Aria! I don’t expect you to ever speak to me again but I hope you can at least forgive me.”

I almost could not believe the words out of my mouth as they came out, “I forgive you.” I must have said it because I knew it was the only way I could move on and find inner peace. I said it once again, “I forgive you Sadie.” And without another word I ended the call. Scrolling down to the option that says “Block this caller” I select it and confirm that I wish to block the contact. I clicked the phone off and in that moment I felt free to pick up the pieces of my life from then on.

I was on the road to recovery after two months of bliss spent in Grenada with my mother. The baby was due soon and I had just come to accept the bizarre reality of my life. I decided to love and appreciate this baby. A part of me thinks that I’m crazy to want to keep a baby whose presence and being would be a constant reminder of how she came into this world. Yet another part of me believes that she is a part of me; a part that I can’t deny. I also know that she will inevitably change my life and make me a better person. I could have chosen abortion but it just wasn’t my choice and not something I believed in. I also could have given her up for adoption, my own mother offered to take her. Yet again I choose to keep my baby. Who knows what will really happen. All I know is that I’ve accepted my fate and I choose to find the positives in a very bad situation.

One of the best things that happened out of everything is that I found out exactly who my friends were. I am packing my things up in boxes to move back to New York. I can’t wait to start afresh and move on from this. After packing away Tupperware into a cardboard box I notice a stack of mail on the counter top. I grab it and start sifting through. Most of them are bills but there is one that catches my eye from the Fulton County Jail. My hands begin to tremble as I hold it but I can’t resist opening it. I already know who it’s from but silently I hope I am wrong.

Sweet Aria I miss you dearly! I hope that you and our baby are okay. When I get out of here, we will be a family. I can’t wait! I love you so much I wish you knew. Since the very first time I saw you I knew that you would have my baby. It hurts me that you never noticed me before when I tried to get your attention. I had to know more about you, that’s why I did it. I can’t wait to be close to you again! Love you! See you soon!

P.S. I’m still watching you! I’m looking at your picture on my wall as I write this letter! I love you sooooo much!

My hands continue to tremble long after I’ve read his letter. One line hits me the hardest, “I’m still watching you ”. What the actual fuck? This guy needed all the help he could get plus divine intervention. I almost tear the letter up but a voice in me tells me that I have to be strong. I call my mother to take a look at it and without hesitation she dials Detective Sandler.

This would be the first and the last letter Danny Greenmire sends to me. I made a decision then and there. I was not going to be the victim again; I would fight him with everything I had. When my mom got off the phone with Detective Sandler I told her, “Mom I’m getting a gun and after this baby is born; I’m gonna go target practicing. “ I say with confidence.

“And as well you should Aria. This guy is very sick, who knows what he’ll do again and what he’s capable of. He’ll be in jail for a long time but guys like him often get out early on good behaviour. You can’t be too careful.”

“You’re right Mom!”

She looks at me with an expression I know all too well, “Why don’t you come back to Grenada after the baby is born? Just for a few months until you’re back on your feet.”

I smile, “I might just do that mom.”

I did not know what my future held but I knew that I had my mother’s full support and that everything was going to be okay.

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Here is a peak into one of my books, “Island Boys Don’t Cry”.

I always felt that I was special. From the moment I became conscious of my thoughts I knew I was different. I never could really put my finger on what it was but as I grew older I began to see why I was special. I didn’t look special; my appearance was not physically appealing. On a scale of 1 to 10, I was probably a whopping 3. I had large ugly bulging eyes that protruded from my big forehead. My dark skin was always ashy and unhealthy looking because my father said that skin lotion was a waste of money. Sometimes I would use some of my mother’s cooking oil to rub on my hands and feet if my father “The Dictator” wasn’t around. My nappy, afro hair would roll up into tiny balls that were always a nuisance to tame. To top that off, my teeth were jacked up and yellowish because again my father “the dictator” stopped my mother from buying toothpaste or toothbrushes because he felt that it cost too much. With my lanky frame and clumsy movements I probably looked like a “mocha jumbie” fighting to move on stilts most of the time. I did not have any special talent either. I couldn’t sing or dance to save my life. I didn’t play any musical instrument. I wasn’t athletic. I wasn’t good at anything in school. I am also a dunce. Yes, my grades at the primary school I attend are horrible. I know that it is not because I am stupid but rather it is because I haven’t had someone to help me, motivate and push me towards better grades. Despite all of this I know I can become great one day and perhaps I will.