The Hayride: Chap. 3

The Hayride1

Chapter 32

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I was scared. I couldn’t help but be, as I sat in the waiting room of the newly opened women’s clinic. Denise was beside me, and I sat with my hands folded in my lap. She was three weeks along now, and today was the big day.4

We swore we would never regret what we were about to do, but I do regret it. I regret it to this day. I can remember exactly what the place smelled like, exactly what it looked like... I remember everything. I even remember how it felt when I heard her scream from behind the swaying doors.5

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“If you’ll have a seat right over there, we’ll call you’re name when we’re ready.” The receptionist was a thin woman, in her middle fifties. She looked at Denise and Davin disapprovingly, but couldn’t say a single thing.7

Denise took a seat near the back, avoiding the eyes of the other women and their various counterparts. Davin took a seat beside her, hanging his head in his lap. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands shook. It seemed to be that he was more nervous then Denise. A lot of his fear, though, was the fear of being caught. He valued his reputation, and wouldn’t let it go down because he screwed up one too many times.8

“Denise Jenkins?” Called a tall, male nurse from the two large doors. He was wearing a set of cream-colored scrubs. Slowly, Denise stood and gave Davin a weak smile as she walked towards the man. 9

Once they entered the doorway, Denise stopped the man. “This isn’t going to hurt, is it?” Her eyes held a plea for the truth, and the man had dealt with that look many times before.10

“No... just a small sucking sensation. Everything will be al right.” It wasn’t the truth, but it was what she needed to hear.11

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I’ll never know if Denise had screamed from pain, or from anguish. All I know was that at that very moment, I was hurting. The pain riveted through my body, and I passed out. One of the nurses brought me too, just as they wheeled Denise out from the back. She smiled at me, and from that moment on, we tried to forget.13

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“What’s with the long face, sweetums, someone die?” My mom couldn’t come up with a more horrible thing to say at the moment. I was sitting across from Davin, both of our plates barely touched. I had just taken a bite of mashed potato when mom made that statement, and I could feel the bile rising in my throat as I began to dwell on that afternoon.15

“I just feel somewhat sick, mom. I think I’m catching a stomach bug.” I stood after that, dumping my scraps into the garbage can. Davin followed my lead, but swallowed a large bite of squash to make it look like he ate more. 16

“Dinner was delicious, Mrs. Jenkins. I should be heading off, my dad wants to work on the barn with me this evening.” He gave his polite nod, and pulled his hat from the hat stand by the door. 17

“Well, you two take care! And Denise, don’t stay out too long, you need to rest if you feel you’re getting sick.”18

“Yes mom.” I replied, rolling my eyes softly. If only she knew... she probably never would, though.19

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Davin and I walked hand in hand on the way to the trailer, my hair floating about me, my sweater swaying in the summer breeze. Davin had his cowboy hat on, and he looked so good in it. 21

The blanket was still in the trailer, lying beneath loads of old hay. I loved the way it smelled, the way it felt beneath me. Apparently Davin did too, as he was the first to climb in. He smiled at me and I pulled closer to him, his warmth easing the unnerving thoughts rising in my brain.22

I wanted so much to forget what had happened that afternoon. Davin and I lay in silence for a good twenty minutes, before I began to kiss his neck. He pulled away at first, then fell into the kisses, my mouth soon moving to his. 23

We were once again in the same position we were almost a month ago. His hand trailed down my body, my hand found it’s way into his pants. He pulled away from my kiss, though, looking me in the eye. 24

“Wait...Denise...” He began to say, before I put my finger over his mouth, returning his gaze.25

“Please... don’t stop.” It was all I said, and Davin respected my wishes.26

It would be the last night we spent together. The last time, I knew his touch.27