Dear Ethan,
It's now eight months later. I haven't aborted the baby, so I'll be having the baby in a month. I've never referred to him as Hayden's baby. Hayden will never be in my life. He'll never raise my child.
The police investigating the case don't want me to give birth to the baby, but I won't kill him. I would never be able to kill my child.
My mom keeps texting and calling yours because I've been in the newspaper and on television. My headline has been "13-year old raped, pregnant and with fake legs." Everybody knows my story now. My mom is probably wondering why her daughter is pregnant and who raped me.
My baby is a boy. I'll probably name him Ethan, after you. I'll tell him the truth. I'll tell him he's the product of rape, but the father I'd want died. I'll be honest for you.
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Lost Half
Non-Fiction{Warning: Contains suicide, sexual items, and self-harming.} I'm heartbroken. I have had a major crush on my best friend Ethan for years, since about the time I met him. I confessed to him a few weeks ago, and when I was following him to the park to...
