OMGosh! I am soooo sorry. I have no exscuse besides that time flew by! Well, we're out of school for the day and I have nothing to do, so I'll write more for you guys as soon as possible!!
And let me say one more thing!!
You guys are the best fans ever! You seriously make me want to cry sometimes from all the kind words.
Well, I'm thinking that all my stories, unfinished and finished, are aboiut to be read through and edited again. Because I KNOW there a lot of mistakes. But how many times do I say something and never do it? A lot...
I stood there staring at the pregnancy test, all eyes on me now.
"Whose is that?" My dad asks, and I keep my mouth shut as he strides toward Lindsey.
"Is it yours?" He asks, and Lindsey doesn't shake her head. She doesn't nod. She does nothing at all.
He turns to me.
"Yours?" He roars.
I do nothing. I say nothing. I stare straight ahead. I can make out a positive on the pregnancy test.
"Bella?" He asks, his voice raising an octave.
She does nothing either. All three girls in the room, frozen by the revelation that one of them were pregnant. But which one? My mind quickly caught up with me.
"It's not mine," I murmured.
"What?" my dad asks, again.
"Not mine. I. Am. Not. Pregnant." I say, through clenched teeth.
"Bella?" He asks, once more and finally she shakes her head.
He turns to Lindsey.
"You're thirteen!" He roars, and this time I move forward, I step in front of her.
"Yell at me!" I say." She would never had done whatever she has done if you took enough time to look at her instead of yell at me! So, continue yelling at me! Don't you dare blame her without getting the story. You won't do the same injustice twice!" I yell, reminding him of a year ago.
"You... you don't empathize with anyone! Why are you protecting her?" He yells. I glare at him.
"Because a mother empathizes with other mothers. You made me give up my child. You can't tell me what to do anymore. You can't control me. Ever since that day… I hated, oh yes, I've hated. But I've hated you. Maybe if you'd gotten the whole story. Maybe if you'd let me keep my child. Maybe… but you know what we'll never know. I won't allow you to make the same mistake twice. I may not be close to my sister, but my god, I'm protecting her this time." I say, and then I turn to see Lindsey standing wide-eyed behind me. I led her away, while I hear my dad in the background screaming at us.
I walk towards her room, and lock the door behind us. They're screaming louder now.
"What happened, Lindsey? I want the truth. I may not be close to you, but I need to know if you want to keep this baby. I know you. You wouldn't normally do this." I say, and that started her sobs.
I wasn't as careless as people thought.
I did drugs to remember that sweet angel's face. I had held him tight but they made me let go. And now is the first time that I allowed myself to remember his face, so sweet and so angelic. I sobbed along with my sister. She was the first one to see my tears since that day.
I had been so guarded, that when it all came crashing down, I was so weak. I quickly attempted to dry my tears, but they wouldn't stop falling and this infuriated me.
I quickly composed myself enough to talk.
"What happened?" I ask once again and she shakes her head.
"I-I-I can't tell you." She says, and I sigh.
"Calm down. You're stressing the baby." I say, and she didn't attempt to calm herself.
Oh, so that explains it.
"You don't want it?" I ask, softly.
"T-t-that's not it. I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry, M-m-m-Michelle." She sobbed.
"Sorry? What for?" I ask.
"H-h-he raped me." She said, through her tears and I froze.
"Who raped you?" I asked. If she said his name…I would kill him. He could get away with this to me… but to her… NEVER in a million years. He would die if it was him.
"M-M-Michael." She whimpered, as if saying his name hurt.
"I'll be back." I said, and I strode towards the door.
"Where are you going?" I hear my father yell as I walk out the front door.
"To kill a rapist!" I yell as I walk on.
It may not be him but it was close enough.
It was his twin brother.
A/N: Hate me? Sorry, has to happen this way.
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