Even though it was cold and damp out, I put on a sheer negligee and even add a quick spritz of perfume. I laugh at myself, without humor, for doing th...s. Whom am I trying to fool? I crawl under my blankets and think of you again. I think what it would be like to have you here beside me. How it would be to feel the warmth of your body next to me and how it would be to have you reach for me and pull me into your arms. I turn to my side, almost prepared to see you lying there… but all that is. You were her emergency contact. She is in St. Andrews Hospital. You can see her anytime.” “Ok, I’ll be there right away. Thank you.” Immediately I sped over to Abby’s dorm. I ran up to her room and pounded on the door, not caring who I woke up. Sleepily, Abby answered the door, still clad in her pajamas. I had woken her up. “What Ty?” She sounded annoyed, angry, and just plain pissed to see me. Frankly, I couldn’t blame her. But her feelings would have to wait. “We have to go. Now.” I didn’t. Only, I don’t get to go to a hospital. I don’t even get a doula or a midwife. I have to do it all on my own, unassisted. He has no mercy on me while I’m in labor. He tells me that since the baby’s on the way, I need to make sure the house is spic and span. While I’m having contractions, I’m cleaning and sweeping and doing laundry. It’s agony every time I have a contraction. He enjoys hearing me groan in pain and breathe hard, pleading with him to let me go to a hospital, telling him how much. .. well, so much has been happening lately that I guess I'm a bit gun shy. I do need to get warmed up."They started for the pickup. Roger didn't attempt to open the door for her as he thought that she might become afraid that he would try something. He got in the pickup, reached over and pulled on the door handle to unlock her door and started the truck."Can you call the State Police by dialing pound 77?" he asked.She nodded and he handed her his cell phone, "You do it. You know this area.