All American Girl: Number 3, UNEXPECTED PROBLEMS

car, slumped over the wheel crying. 'I can take you some place warm.' He said

'What? Don't you mean in a deserted park behind a tree where you car rape me?' I asked 'piss off.'

'Suites yourself.' He walked away and I drove away, back home, back to my old life.

'Oh my God Sam!' Mom yelled running out our front door

'We were all so worried, what happened to you…?' Mom broke off when I broke down crying. I rested on her shoulder and sobbed. 'Oh Sam, oh Sam…' mom kept saying

'Let's get you inside? Yeah? Have a shower and get into your pyjamas? Are you hungry? Thirsty?' She asked patting me on the back. 'I think you better have a bath, to relax yourself. Maybe have a quick shower first so the bath water doesn't get so dirty. Wash your hair, clean under your nails, clean yourself, your face. Scrub your feet and hands. Put on some moisturizer. OK? Once your done go and put on your pyjamas and come downstairs. I'll have some food waiting.'

'Mom,' I said 'thank you so much. I love you.'

'I love you too. I'm always here for you, Sam.'

So I did exactly what she said. In the bath I used "Aroma Therapy Bath Foam" and lets the lavender-y smell rise up and take me into a relaxing mode. I stayed in there for a while. When I got out and dried myself and my hair and put on moisturizer, I smelt my favorite sick-hard-day soup mom makes for me when I'm stressed or sick. It's like minestrone soup but with a twist. When I finally got downstairs I showed mom my stomach and what David had done. She got angry and went to call David and his parents but stopped. I asked, 'Will it hurt the baby mom?'

'No, I don't think so.' She replied 'Sit down and have a drink, the soup will be ready soon. I'll go and make a series of appointments at a confidential doctor's practice. You have to do that other wise they won't be able to fit you in for check ups.' I nodded and quietly sipped another hot home remedy, lemon and tea drink, it tasted really nice and relaxed me so much that I almost fell asleep. Mom came in a few minutes later with a glass of water and some soup. She took a bowl for herself and we both sat next to each other in huddled silence. Mom said, 'Sam, is there anything you'd like to watch?'

'Yes, actually.' I replied 'The Princess Diaries!'

'OK,' so we watched the princess diaries and mom guided me up the stairs and into my room. We didn't know that Lucy and Rebecca where camped out up there. I got into a freshly made bed (mom) and hugged my favorite teddy. She's white and had signatures of everyone in my Year Six class. I still have it now. I tied a pink and diamond (fake) ribbon around its neck and I've loved it ever since.

'You're back,' Lucy whispered

'She is?' Rebecca said

'I am,' I replied.

'Mrs Madison, is it true that Samantha's having twins? Is that why David tried to shoot her?'

'Do you have any comments?'

'Did you know David's the father? Where is he? Does Samantha know he's cheating?'

'Mr President… Are you angry at your son? Did he shoot Sam?'

'First Lady any comments? Do you feel you've done the wrong thing in raising your only son?'

'I am outside Manchester Hospital, where young Samantha Madison was transferred later this morning after being brutally attacked by former boyfriend and father, David. It is said that he tried to shoot poor Samantha but missed and made a bullet hole right in the middle of the rooms TV. The president's son has been reportedly kicked out of his only home after his parents, The First Lady and The President, had found out young Samantha was pregnant with twins. Samantha's doctor says that one baby's future is looking grim after being punched and kicked in the same spot numerous amounts of times yesterday. David hasn't been found and obviously doesn't want to be, so if any of our viewers tonight have any help as to the where-a-bouts of David, please call the number at the bottom of the screen.

That's 9-8-00-1-9-8-0-0, thank you for watching, more after this break…'

'Welcome to Manchester News at 11.30. It turns out we have a future run-a-way father and boyfriend on our cases today as David, the President's son, has been reportedly beating his girlfriend, the saver of the president, Samantha Madison. Samantha has been truthful with the public and has now announced her pregnancy formally. She will be having twins, only one may not make it through after the attacks the father, David has done. He had tried to shoot…'

Yes, the press has heard, and yes they've had a field day.

I am watching them all flocked outside in the drizzle as they report about me and David and our babies. I am sadly awaiting the results of the tests done on my babies, as I'll be told in exactly three minutes and forty… fiv…THREE, seconds. Rocking on a chair in the centre of my room, facing the window, is my sister, Lucy.

'Samantha, do you feel alright?' My mother said

'More blanket? Less? More food? Drink?' This is the only one-sided convocation that's been going on in my room since dawn.

'No mom! I'm not retarded, OK?' I said, 'Lucy, what's up with you?'

'You're not my… You're not my enemy, alright, Sam… Samantha? Um I don't hate you.'

'That's nice, I already knew that.'

The doctor walked through then, an unopened file in his hands.

'Miss Madison, these are your results.' He said, 'would you like me to open them now?'

'Yes, please.'

'OK.' He fumbled around with them for a moment before putting the X-Rays on the board and reading me my child's fate, seeings as there was only one in danger. 'Samantha Madison…' He said 'Your children will die; only one will live.'

'I thought there was only one to worry about,' I said, 'You…'

'Samantha, after further testing, we've found you've conceived triplets, not twins. I'm sorry.'

Even though that was a shock, what was more was Lucy's secret. David did cheat while he was away in Florida. And it was with no stranger. Oh no, the mysterious woman was Lucy. I may as well just kiss David and Me goodbye, because obviously he's turned mental. And that's hardly my fault, right? I mean it's not my fault I got pregnant… Or that I didn't want an abortion… Or that I was going to have triplets. I'm against abortion entirely, no child should have to die because It's parents aren't responsible enough. There is one case where I do accept abortion, though, and that is when the woman got raped and as a result, got pregnant, that's the only acceptation. See, no kid wants to grow up asking It's single mom "What's my dad like?" and she'd have to reply with "I only met him once. He wasn't very nice." And finally, when the child is old enough she'd tell them the truth, or she'd keep it inside for ages and ages, just gnarling away at her until she finally explodes. If she does choose to keep It, she might go into a huge postnatal depression stage and try to kill It because It reminded her of him. Of her nightmare.

Anyway, at least now I only have one baby to look after, even though the other two died so sadly… David. David, the only person I thought of. He's MY nightmare. Like a rapist. He's my problem, and he won't rest until all of our babies are dead. I don't understand why he's being so… I don't know, vicious? Dangerous? Ass hole-ish? I don't understand any of it, and yet I'm about to lose my third baby to a murdering ex boyfriend. I have only ever had two boyfriends. Jason, a sweet loving boy, someone I could always trust… Although I never thought of it as a serious romance. It was only a first true love, the one you're never supposed to forget. But still, and he wanted me to move out with him, and I wanted to, because I loved him so much. But he was moving to Minnesota, and although he was a dreamer, I loved him and thought he was special. David wasn't my first time, and it's a terrible secret, but Jason was.

"Look, Jason, now that you're moving to Minnesota, I don't think we'll work anymore.'' And he pashed me, pushing me passionately against the wall of his garden then we fell inside his house, and we both ran up to his room (his parents weren't home) and as we pushed the door open and collapsed on his bed, I took my top off and he took his pants off, and we continued until we were both entirely naked and sharing sexual romance… That was my first time.

When it was over he kissed me one last time, got dressed and left me, entwined in his sheets, naked.

"I knew you loved me that much, Sam. Never forget me."

And I never did.

The next day I was allowed home, under stricked instructions. There was to be a body guard with me at all times, some around my house, and now, because mom and dad and Lucy and Rebecca all pitched in to buy me a car, around that, too. Body guards would be at school, when I was sleeping (they'd swap there.) Everywhere. I wasn't allowed to eat hard food. Bananas and soup only, bread gets too high in fiber and mousse is too fattening and high in sugar. I wasn't allowed to move all day, from my bed or couch to the bathroom, that's all. They made that last rule, because, now that David's punched me, he's brought the baby into a position of thinking it's ready to come out when it's not. They won't be able to save it if I continue to move around, because obviously, any major movement will make the baby think it's ready.