For the Love of a Baby...

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“I’d die before I let you do that, Florence. How dare you ask such a question?”

My parents discovered that I’m pregnant about a week ago and I’m only 17. One confusing night with a shallow guy and this is my consequence. It was definitely a mistake and that’s only because I shouldn’t have given Sean my ”innocence”. Not only are my parents extremely upset with my virginity loss but they’re really disturbed that I want an abortion.

Why can’t I have a procedure that just removes a clump of cells?It doesn’t even look like a human yet...

My parents have called me a killer as if that’s my real intention... But have they forgotten I am their child ?

I turned 6 weeks pregnant yesterday and I don’t have much time left. The longer I am this way, the harder it’ll become for me. I have plans to be someone’s mother but that’s in the future. I have goals to accomplish and it’s be much harder to achieve them if I have a little person following me. I mean... there’s gonna be a tiny person in there! How is that not nerve wracking for my parents?

“Please let me get an abortion.” I blurted.

My parents glared right at me. We we’re eating dinner and the time is now...7:13. My hands began to shake, so I shoved my hands under my thighs. I looked down; their faces are making me uncomfortable.

”What did I tell you before?” My father rasped.

”You are being very stubborn, Florence.” Mother grunted.

”Just because you chose to sin does not mean you can choose death upon a baby.” Father stated.

They’re not listening. They’re going to trap me here. I scooted my chair back and stood up. Father placed his fork down on his plate while Mother stopped drinking from her cup. Father scowled at me and pointed at my chair.

”Sit down right now!” Father bellowed.

”N-no.” I replied.

Father hopped up quickly, frightening both my mother and me. He came up beside me and kicked the chair away.

I jumped and cried out as he breathed hard at me. Why has he been so upset and aggressive lately? Broken furniture and glass belongings... am I next ? Has he hit Mother before?

“I said...” Father got closer to me—his mouth about an inch away from my ear. “Sit down.”

I inhaled quietly and turned towards my father. I looked into his apoplectic eyes. “No.”

Father smirked just as he lifted one of his hands in the air. He lunged it back and let his bare palm smack my cheek. My face began to sting as my skin cried from the pernicious proximity. I stumbled back into the wall I stood before, stunned that my own father has just slapped me.

I couldn't control my emotions anymore. The time is now. “I will not have this baby!”

”You laid down like the slut I always knew you are!” Father yelled. “You will have the baby and be its mother!”

“How can I be one when my own mother isn’t even helping me?” I cried out. “I am scared!”

My mother shot a glare at me. She has yet to react to anything but now I have her attention. “Why would I help a sinful child like you?”

I became infuriated. “Maybe Grandma Alice and Grandma Mary should’ve aborted you both because you two turned out to be some God-loving freaks!”

My parents jumped at me and I feared the worst. My mother grabbed my arms as my father slapped me once more. They were both yelling and my face burned even more. I couldn’t stay here any longer.

I pushed my mother hard enough to make her fall back onto the floor and on her side. She hollered out though, as if I pushed her with Father’s strength. That only upset him even more and he lunged at me. Luckily I ducked out of the way in time and watched my father run his head straight into the wall. He tried to come at me as the sudden crash had him confused.

I screamed and grabbed the first thing off of the table without looking—and smashed it against my father’s head with all my might. My father stepped back, holding his bloody head. Blood was dripping everywhere... from a bloody hole on the side of Father’s head. I looked at my hand, which was also bleeding and then down at the ground. I realized I used the biggest dish on the table—the only glass pot.

”What did you do?”

“What did you do?”

“What did you do!”