Lost N Luv (Key Glock)

29.

"How far are you Chalynn?" Dr. Smith asked, Lay had taken that card and went to see one of the school's therapists. She was extremely overwhelmed at the moment and with that little attack she had yesterday she needed to see somebody as soon as possible. She refused to lose another baby.

"I am around 13 weeks pregnant." She smiled, her children were the only things bringing her joy. She hadn't heard back from Key yet about the results on Eli and she was grateful for that. For not knowing.

"Okay, and how's that going for you?" Dr. Smith wrote down how happy it made her talk about her baby.

"It's going pretty well, I was carrying twins but due to high levels of stress and high blood pressure I lost one." The room grew silent but only the sound of his pen on paper could be heard.

"How did you feel when that happened?" Dr. Smith looked up from his notepad.

"Like I have no control over anything in my life. I felt as if I wasn't worthy enough to take care of two more lives. This wasn't my first time miscarrying. I didn't even know I could carry any more babies if we're being honest." Lay looked down at her nails, she was going to tell him something she had never told anybody before.

"Do you want to elaborate on that? Only if you're comfortable." He meant that he wanted his patients to feel as safe as possible with him.

"I don't mind but if I cry I apologize in advance." She giggled feeling herself get emotional just thinking about it.

"Crying is a sign of healing." He grabbed the box of tissues and handed them to Lay.

"When I was 15 or 16 I can't remember, my mother ..." Lay cleared her throat, "Let me start from the beginning. My mom and I used to have a really good relationship until my dad left us when Marlee, my little sister was 10. By the time I was 15 or 16 my mom hated me and I never understood why and I still don't. She got addicted to drugs, so I was working at Kroger trying to make ends meet. One night I came home and a man was waiting for me on the doorstep. He told me, that my mom needed me to run a quick errand with him. Being 'sheltered' until my mom was on drugs I thought he was telling me the truth. I went inside and spoke to my mom, and she said it was okay I went with him." Lay paused, her hands that she was currently looking at became blurry and her eyes burned from how fast the tears were coming down.

"Take your time."

"He took me to an abandoned alley and he raped me. Multiple times on different days. So badly that my abdomen became enlarged for a year after because of the constant force and pressure. That resulted in pregnancy, and I was going to keep it. I didn't find out until later that my mother was paid by that man to rape me. I found out when she found out I was pregnant. She tied me to the bedpost and repeatedly .." Lay's voice trailed off as she wailed in sadness.

Sad for herself, her future children, and any other woman. Dr. Smith had to suck in a deep breath because of how traumatic this story was.

"If you want to stop, you're more than welcome to." Dr. Smith's voice was that of a comforting father. Something Lay can't remember.

"No, I need to get this out. She would drop a brick directly on my stomach. Every 30 minutes, until blood trickled between my legs and then an hour after that there was a blob. All while keeping Marlee away from the house. Which I was grateful for because I couldn't imagine how traumatizing it would've been for her to hear me scream the way I did." She wiped her face with the balled-up tissue in her hand.