Prologue
My knees grew weak as I sunk toward the bottum of the floor, the cold, hard white tiles that the bathroom is covered in. As my eyes filled with liquid I reached back up and looked at the small stick again memories of the night came flooding back threw my thoughts. Pink means yes blue means no.
It was pink, that stared back at me, the kind of pink that most people want to through up over, its that bright, and happy, I dont feel that happiness that is supposed to come from the color, I could actually feel bile rising up from my stomach, then I tried to wiggle my way back towards, the tollet.
A mom... Its something I have never really wanted to be. I grew up having to be the mother figure to my own mom. I had hoped I was done there.
This Pregnancy, this baby is was a product, product from years of abuse, rape, and blood shed. I can remember everything from the last ten years, every little detail, every time he drank himself into a stupor and made me and my brother the outlet for he pain, at least that what I told me self I did not actually know if he was in pain, when he was always grinning as he did such acts. I was so scared I didn't know what to do this...
… this well, this is incest, incest from abuse I dont know anything any more except I was pregnant with my brother child.