I woke up that morning at 6. It was Monday; yet another day of school was ahead of me. Besides Sierra, Charlotte and myself, no one else was in the small white trailer. That was because no one else lived there. And yes, I do mean lived. My dad had died awhile back. It was hard on my half brother Jack and I both but harder on me. Jack didn't really notice he just went about his business, as usual. Now that Dad was gone, I had to raise my sisters by myself. And possibly Sierra's daughter. Yeah, that's right; Sierra was pregnant as a result of rape. By, get this, our own father. God if that wasn't the most disgusting thing I'd ever heard.

I'd blown up at Sierra quite a few times since then. I tried not to, as I knew it wasn't good for the baby even if I didn't know anything else about raising kids. When I got angry I had a tendency to spin out of contorl and possibly cause physical damage. I didn't want to do that to Sierra, or her baby.

The woman my dad was married to wasn't our real mom. Her name was Verna and she came and went as she pleased, and abused Sierra. She hadnt come back in awhile. I was glad she was somewhere I didn't know. There was no way in hell anyone was hurting my sisters, either one of them. Charlotte was Elaine's daughter. Elaine, the woman that was my mom. I still had trouble accepting that and almost didn't want to. I still didn't know about Sierra's mom.

I heard people yelling at each other a few trailers over. It was hard to get a decent night's sleep here. But, this was home.

I heard the toilet flush and knew it wasn't just the normal, going-to-the-bathroom flush.

"Omygod," I heard Sierra whisper.

I sat bolt upright in my small twin bed.

"Shawn!" Sierra called, panicking.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and ran into the brown-orange bathroom. It wasn't a very far to run, as our trailer was small. Sierra was leaning over the white toilet, her thick black hair hanging down, pale. She looked up at me, fearful, tears in her brown eyes.

"Hey what's wrong?" I asked her kindly.

"Shawn I…..I hate to tell you this because I know we don't have the money, but I…….I……."

"It's ok Sierra. You can tell me anything."

"I'm sick. Really sick. I don't know what's wrong with me and I can barely eat but I know I need to and….."

Oh Jesus I thought. I then remembered my vow to myself to try and not lose control.

I came closer to Sierra, took her black ponytail elastic from around her wrist where she had several cuts, and put her hair back with it so it wouldn't get in the way as she threw up. I made a note to myself to ask her about the cuts later.

I then wet a washcloth and put it against Sierra's forehead. She was really burning up.

"Sierra," I said.

"Yes?" she asked looking in the toilet water.

"I'm going to go check on Charlotte ok?"

She just nodded.

I went into my little sister Charlotte's bedroom and saw she was still asleep. Thank god. I then went into the kitchen/living room to see if the phone worked.

"Shit," I whispered when I realized we didn't have a phone.

I don't think anyone else in the trailer park did, either. I had no idea how I was going to call the doctor or how we were going to pay for it.

"Oh god. Shawn!" I heard Sierra call.

I went back into the bathroom and held her against me, the washcloth to her forehead. I thought about what to do. I could go over to Cory's and use their phone. The other problem was how I was going to pay for the appointment. I didn't know of any free clinics anywhere. I didn't have a job. And I didn't want to leave Sierra here, not when she was so sick. She needed me. I hated our dad for doing what he did to her but a part of me loved him because he was family. He died of a heart attack. I guess Sierra was glad he was gone and I understood why.

I heard a cough and saw Charlotte come into the bathroom. It was crowded with just 2 people but 3 made it even more crowded.

"Shawn," Charlotte said. I looked at her; "I think I'm sick."

Oh here we go.

"Cmere sweetie," Sierra said.

Charlotte walked over to Sierra, who felt her forehead. Sierra then looked up at me, worry and concern in her large brown eyes.

"Yeah she is," she told me.

A knock came on our front door.

"Come in," I called to whomever it was.

"Shawn," Sierra said; "the door is locked. Remember?"

"Oh yeah."

Ever since I heard about what happened to Sierra I always kept the door locked.

I shifted, letting my sisters know I had to answer the door. Sierra moved out of the way as I got up from the hard, uncomfortable, white tile bathroom floor. Sierra then leaned against the wall as I had been doing, with Charlotte in her lap.

I went to the door, unlocked it and opened it. There stood Morgan, Sierra's friend and Cory's sister, and Mrs. Matthews, Morgan and Cory's mom. I had slept in my clothes because sierra had been sick during the night.

"Hey," I greeted them.

They had some boxes with them.

"Come on in."

"Thanks," Morgan said.

"Hi Shawn," Mrs. Matthews said as they came in.

"Hi Amy hi Morgan," I said. Ever since Cory and Topanga's wedding, Mrs. Matthews had reminded me several times to call her Amy.

"We brought food," Morgan informed me.

They set the boxes down on the table in the front room.

"I'm sorry about the state of the house," I told them.

"It's fine," Morgan reassured me. "where's Sierra?"

"Bathroom."

Morgan went off to see Sierra.

Amy took the lid off one of the boxes; "refried beans," she told me. "where are the pans?"

"I'll get them."

I got a large sauce pan out from under the sink and handed it to her. She put it on the stove burner.

"I know this isn't the best breakfast food," she told me, as she lit the burner.

I went and brought the box of refried beans to her.

"It's alrite. Well take any food."

"How's Sierra?" she asked, starting to cook the beans.

"She got really sick this morning, for some reason. I don't know how we're going to pay for the doctor's appointment. We don't have the money and I don't have a job."

"Well, I could take her to Planned Parenthood. Sometimes they'll let low class families in for free. Morgan and I could."

"Really cuz that would be great."

"Oh sure no problem."

She stirred the beans; "and you could help Eric out at the store, or Alan. You can start this afternoon, if you want."

"Ok."

Charlotte came in and got her cup of juice from the fridge. She stood there, drinking it.

"Hi Charlotte," Amy said.

"Hi Mrs…………math…………ma math………….Mrs. Amy," Charlotte replied. Amy and I laughed at her cuteness.

"Hey how ya feelin?" I asked Charlotte.

"Ok. Better. I think."

"Charlotte would you like some beans for breakfast?" Amy asked.

Charlotte nodded, putting her glass back in the fridge; "yes. Please."

"Ok."

Charlotte walked off to her room. I heard retching from the bathroom.

Amy looked at me; "is she eating?" she asked discreetly so Charlotte wouldn't hear.

"Sierra?" I asked.

Amy nodded.

"No. She told me she couldn't."

"Oh. What about beverages?"

"I don't know but I'll try that."

"Ok."

By that time, the beans were done. I got out 2 plates, turned off the stove, put the beans on the plates while Amy went into the bathroom. I then went into Charlotte's room and told her the beans were ready. She ate only a little while I ate my entire share.

"You don't feel up to eating then huh?" I asked her.

She shook her head.

"Maybe you should go see the doctor," I told her.

"Ok."

I went and told Amy this. She told me that she would drop me off at the doctor's with Charlotte while she, Morgan and Sierra went to Planned Parenthood.