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Part 29: Again And Again

Thirteen.

Thirteen and pregnant.

Thirteen, pregnant, and in the system.

Entering Iggy's office, I wait patiently as he grabs the poor girl.

Her foster parents- the assholes they are, the assholes who are using her for a paycheck- put her in Iggy's care saying she is faking and just seeking attention.

They don't care that she is pregnant. She doesn't care if it happened in their home on their watch.

"Alright, just in here Deja." I push myself off of Iggy's desk and look at the scared 13 year old biracial girl standing at Iggy's side. "Deja, this is my good friend Max. He runs the hospital."

"Hi Deja. It's nice to meet you." I put my hand out but she doesn't take it. "That's okay. Can we um...can we sit and play a game? I love games. I love games more than work."

Going to the shelf I look at all the games and then at her.

"What kind of games do you like to play?" Looking at them from her place, she points to Pretty Pretty Princess.

This girl is still a child.

Mentally, physically, and emotionally.

"I love this game." Taking it, we sit at the small coffee table on the floor and I set everything up. "Okay? Ready? You can go first."

"I'm just gonna step out- okay? You two have fun." Leaving us, Iggy shuts the door and I smile at Deja.

"Iggy, hcch, Iggy told me a secret." She looks at me with the big amber eyes. Her black curly hair is like a lion's mane almost. "He told me that your foster parents don't believe you're...you're having a baby."

She doesn't say anything, she just collects a pink earring and puts it on and I take my turn and I land on a purple necklace.

"Deja, can you tell me something? Anything at all." She picks up a purple bracelet and slides it on. I spin and land on a black ring which I put on my pinky.

"I hurt." She says and I look at her small baby bump that hangs between her spread legs as she sits in a chair.

"Okay- where?"

"D...down there..." She grabs a necklace and puts it on.

"Okay- did you tell anyone?"

"No."

"Did Dr. Frome take you to see another doctor yet?"

"No."

"Okay, do you want to go now?" She shakes her head no and points to the spinner for me to take my turn. I grab an earring and put it on.

"How long have you been pregnant?"

"Since before my 12th birthday." Fuck me.

Thought...Huh...I thought she was thirteen going into fourteen.

Now she was pregnant at 12 and having a baby at 13.

"When was your birthday?"

"December 14th."

Fuck! She's in her last month. Nine months pregnant at 13 and she hasn't seen ANYONE!

I'm fucking pissed.

I'm beyond pissed!

"Deja- who did this to you?" She looks down and grabs another earring.

"Deshawn."

"Okay- Deshawn. How old is he?"

"17."

"17...and he lives in the same house as you?"