Unconditional Love

Chapter 1

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TRIGGER WARNING:

This does include talk about rape, depression, and trauma. Please be aware of this and act accordingly. I do not anyone to relapse on any of these. Don't try to make yourself suffer no matter how much you want to. 

Love you!! :D 

signed AUTHOR

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            I can't help but pace back and forth across my soft white carpet located in my room. I nibble and bite on my fingernail while thoughts run wild through my brain. My aunt will be home soon. How am I going to explain this to her, I question myself. She's a wonderful understanding woman. She will understand my situation, and decision. I know she will, but I am still disappointed in myself.

                 I lift up my hand to look at the two lines staring back at me on the pregnancy test in my hand. A bundle of nerves fills my stomach. I hear the car pull into the garage and I know that I have to go tell her about this. 

"Arija! Come help put the groceries away!" My aunt Esme yelled from the kitchen that was located right as you walk in from the garage. An open kitchen with brown stained cupboards and an island with a white countertop with three deep brown wooden stools located under it. Which is where she places the groceries.

"Alright, coming!" I reply stuffing the pregnancy test in my back jean pocket. My hair is a long golden-brown that falls to the small of my back. My height is short, an astounding 5 feet, and it just so happens my feet are average.

              After placing all the groceries in their respective places my aunt and I sit down on the long brown couch that adorns the middle of the living room, right outside the kitchen.

"Aunt Esme, can I tell you something as a friend?" I asked her. She put in place awhile ago that if my cousins and I say "as a friend" she knows not to yell and to approach it in a more soft and kind manner. 

" What is it, honey?" My aunt replied in her soft satin voice.

"You know when you told me that you were raped as a child?" I asked her.

"Yes, I do. Are you okay? Did something happen honey? I'm always here if you need me." She said in her calm but a worried voice.

"Aunty Esme, I was raped. I don't know who did it because they were wearing a mask. Aunty I.." I couldn't finish speaking because I choked on my own saliva. Tears were running down my eyes as my aunty pulled me into her arms embracing me in a warm well-needed hug.

 "Arija, I'm here for you. This is not your fault. No matter what anyone says you are always the victim in this situation." She explained as she pets my hair to calm me down. After a while of crying, I decided to lift my head and finish what I was saying.

"I'm pregnant." I finished looking down at my fingers fumbling with each other. She raised my head to look into her eyes.

"Are you going to keep the baby?" She questions.

I look into her eyes and say "Yes" as a tear slips down my face.

"I understand. This is going to be a long road for you. I will stick with you through this and support you. Others may not understand but remember. This is your life, not theirs Mija." She says as she pulls me into another hug.

            This is why I love her, no matter what I do she always loves me. Even when my own mother doesn't show it. Love. I live with her because when I was younger my father passed away in a car crash. I have enough memories with him to miss him. My mother lost custody of me after she turned to drugs. Maybe it was her way of coping with the loss of her best friend. They were divorced but he was always still around picking on her and making jokes. He still loved her.