Their Secrets
Prologue
"Get out of my sight, you slut!'" A man yelled, slapping his young daughter across the face after learning she was pregnant.
"Ahh" the girl cried her cheek turning red from when her father had slapped her. Tears started to swell around her eyes.
"Papa" a woman shouted at her husband behavior
"There's no way I'm letting my child have a baby out of wed-lock." he bellowed
"You better do something about it or get out of my house" he commanded then watched as the girl left the room.
A few hours later the girl returned home, hoping the time away from her father had calmed him down about her being pregnant.
"Where do you think you're going?" her father said standing in the kitchen door way.
Gather some courage to speak up to her father she told him: that she would never kill her baby. She wouldn't that the life of someone so innocent and who hasn't had a chance at life, which enraged him.
"Then if that how you feel. Go live with that bastard who knocked you up. You're not welcomed in this house," he said holding up a duffle bag; she knew contained her clothes.
"You'll do no such thing," her mother finally said, bringing her daughter in to her arms for protection.
"I'll deal with father, sweetie, go up to your room and get some rest." the mother said as the girl obeyed, going up the stairs to her room. Burring her face into her pillow she tried to drown the voices of her parents arguing downstairs. The subject of the argument was about her; that she started to cry.
As the months went by and her belly grow with time, she stopped attending school. At home her parents continue to constantly argue. Not taking it any more she collected all her things into her book-bag. She waited for her parents to go to sleep for the night and when she was sure they were asleep she crept out, wanting never to return.
"Oh God" she cried out as a contraction ripped through her body.
"Please don't come, not now," the girl pleaded leaning over grabbing her abdomen.
Are you alright, young one?" the girl heard from above her. Looking up to see an elderly lady in front of her wearing a worried look on her face.
"My baby, its- its coming." the girl hissed through the pain.
Barely able to hear what the girl was saying, she could tell that the child was pregnant and it was time for it to be born.
Helping the laboring child into her car, they headed for the nearest hospital. But as they neared one the girl refused to the hospital, not wanting to deliver in a hospital, which concerned the woman.
Luckily for them both, the woman was a retired midwife. Taking the girl to her place they used her spare room to deliver the girl. The girl gave birth to a baby girl. Using her home birthing kit, the elderly woman helped clean the baby and settle both mom and daughter in the spare bed.
"Where are your parents at child?" the woman asked after all the excitement.
"They must be worried sick about you and your baby. Do you want me to call them for you?" she asked getting up off the bed.
Feeling the movement on the bed as the lady got up, the girl quickly told her "no" not to call her parents.
"Please don't call my parents," she started weakly, "I ran away from home. Don't call them, please"
"Why," the woman asked seeing the girl couldn't be more than 14 years old. 'Why would she run away form home if she was pregnant at a young age.'
"Because I got pregnant, and I'm only 16. And, the only thing my parents did when they found out about it was fight constantly about it, so I ran away. And I don't want them to know where I am or that I even had this child. Please, just don't call them." the girl pleaded.
Nodding her head that she understood and would call the girl's family, the older woman left the room so that the girl could rest and get to know her daughter.
The ole lady allowed the girl and her baby to stay in the spare room for as long as she wanted. But after three days the girl took her and her new daughter and left with out a word but a letter of thanks in the kitchen table.
With her new daughter strapped safely in a car-seat the old lady had given her, she walked down the street. Reality was starting to kick in that; she was too young to be on her own with a new life to take care of by her self and no family to support her.
Still walking she came across a high school and an idea. No one in sight to see her, she entered the schoolyard, making her way to a tool shed she leaves her baby. Quickly writing a note, she kisses her baby one last time before leaving, praying someone would find her soon.
Making her way across the street, ducking behind a car she waits for someone to come and find her baby.
Time passes by and still no one had come by the shed, and she started to worry that no one would come for her baby.
The school bell chimed a short time later and all the students started to exit the building to go home or stay for after school clubs, but still no one had come by the shed and find her baby.
About to give up hope of someone coming to get her baby and go her baby; someone came from around the building heading for the shed.
'Thank God'
She waited a little longer as some one else: a guy, also go into the shed. Shortly after, the two left the shed along with her baby.
'Be safe and loved with your new family.' she prayed for her baby. Then breathing a sigh of relief the girl made her way back home. Her mother carried with rejoice to see her daughter back safe and alive; but her father way another story; questioning her on her whereabouts and what had happen to the 'thing' she carried.
'From the stress form being on my own caused stress to the baby and I ended up having a miscarriage, but…' she trailed off, her mother bringing her into a hug while her father stood in regret and guilt. He then welcomed her back into their family. But even though her body was home her heart and mind was with her baby girl; who she continued to pray that she was safe with those two students.