Blushing For The Bodyguard

I ran as fast as my legs would take me. I was crying, devastated, and scared, but desperate. There was no other option. I literally had no other choice. What would my parents think if they found out; they wouldn't believe me, who would?

I was meeting my older sister, Leah, at the clinic in five minutes; I needed her with me for this. Only she would know. I couldn't tell anyone, I mean twelve years old and knocked up! Yeah right! But that's what I got for deciding to walk home one day, knowing I was going to have to pass a few alleyways, especially when it was just after dark. I should have known better when I heard bottles smashing a few paces ahead. I should have stopped and turned and run away. I should have had someone pick me up, but no, I decided that I was going to be fine.

I was wrong.

And that's how I got into this situation. I would probably keep it, if I weren't signing a singing record deal in three days or maybe if I thought my parents might believe me, but I knew I couldn't, there was no way. Every time someone I didn't know got near me now, I flinched, especially if it was a boy. I didn't want anyone who I didn't know touching me, it was even hard for those who I did know, but soon this would be over and I could forget this pain wrenching torture of knowing that within the hour, someone was going to kill my baby and they had my permission doing it.

I finally reached the clinic and sighed, hugging myself tight, trying to hold back tears. No twelve year old should ever have to do this, but then again it was my fault.

I saw shiny, long, bleach blonde hair and sighed, my sister, Leah. Leah was eighteen years old with pretty green eyes. She had the warmest personality and always wanted the best for me. She was, in a way, my mom, since my own didn't really care about me, only the money I would be bringing in, in the future, due to my voice. Leah was eighteen years old, and going off to college in two months at the time to study pediatrics. I was going to miss her, but I knew she would visit, and I wanted the best for her. Maybe she'd meet a guy and they would fall in love. God, I hope so, she deserved it. I just hope that if she did fall in love, the guy knew how truly lucky he was to have her.

She turned and smiled at me reassuringly, flashes of me telling her about that dreadful night flooded my mind, as she held me when I cried and cried along with me, telling me everything was going to be all right, and most of all, believing me.

"Hey Mace. You ready?" She asked cautiously.

"Yes," I said as my voice cracked and shaking my head no.  This was the absolute last thing I wanted to do, but as I said, I had no choice. I hugged her tight and walked into the clinic, praying that this would be over soon.

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