Rosa Sanchez. The first word that comes to mind is always 'power'. Known as Thorn by many, she seems to be the most dangerous woman in the world. But, she wasn't always like this. That leads many people to wonder how she came to be. What made an inn...
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three weeks later
Four rounds.
Four rounds of IVF.
I was convinced the universe hated me.
I didn't like my period before, but I despised it now.
I walked into Rosa's office. She was at her desk filing something. "Hey." She smiled at me then went back to her work.
I immediately burst into tears.
She turned back to me. "What happened?"
"I got my period," I mumbled.
It didn't even sound like words but she somehow understood it. "Come here." She stood up and held her arms out.
I buried my face in her neck and held her tightly.
"Maybe it's just not the right time." She rubbed my back.
"Why is it so hard?" I cried. "Why do teenagers get pregnant on accident every day but then people like us try and try and nothing."
"I don't know." She sighed. "I wish there was something I could do."
I held onto her tightly. "This isn't fair."
"I know baby, I know." She lifted up my legs and I wrapped them around her waist.
She softly placed me on the bed and sat down next to me. "Do you want to watch something?"
I shook my head.
She laid back and pulled me into her arms. "I wish I could do more."
I sniffled. "You've done enough. We already know it's not your fault."
She brushed the hair from my face. "It's not yours either Ana."
I pulled the blanket over my face. "Then why am I not pregnant? Why have we done four rounds that should basically guarantee a baby and there's still nothing?"
She pulled it back. "I think we need to take a break."
"No." I sat up. "What if it works next time?"
"You're beating yourself up about it, you need a break." She pulled me onto her lap. "It might be stress-related."
I pushed away from her and stood up. "When am I not going to be stressed?" I yelled.
"Ana." She gave me a look.
"Don't do that! Don't say my name like everything is going to be okay! When am I ever going to feel safe?" Tears streamed down my face as I screamed at her.
She kept her voice even. She didn't even flinch at my words. "I'm trying."
