BOX

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t/w rape, child sexual abuse, abandonment

not proofread I'm so tired

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Three months ago, Geojulie had run away from her home.

One week ago, Geojulie had given birth to her daughter in a Castelburg alleyway with the help of some homeless woman. The woman, who'd recognized her, agreed to tell nobody about what had happened.

She named the girl Britney. She didn't bother with middle names. There was no point. She wasn't keeping her.

She couldn't have told anyone she was pregnant. She'd gotten pregnant when she was twelve, even if she wanted an abortion, she'd still have to tell her mother. Her mother would then ask who'd she'd done the deed with. It could not have been consensual, especially considering Geojulie had been very out and proud as a lesbian. Her mother would have figured out she'd been raped.

And she especially couldn't tell her who the father was.

Eddie Sollet, her half brother's father. He'd told her that Vivero would hate her if he found out. He thought he was protecting her. So, Geojulie didn't tell anyone. She didn't want her family to hate her.

Geojulie didn't want to do this. She wanted to keep Britney, she wanted to raise her, hold her, give her middle names, match clothes, do cute mother-daughter things with her, but that just was not an option for her.

At the very least she'd be kept close.

She'd placed Britney in a box with blankets and, in the middle of the night, made her way to the Gressi house. She'd stayed here a couple times, when she'd be filming something in Brookina with Catlyn. They were mentally unstable but decent enough with kids. They'd keep Britney safe.

Hopefully.

She sat the box down in the walkway leading up to the door- she didn't want Britney to get hit when the door opened of course -and bent down in front of the box.

"I love you," She whispered. "I'll see you soon."

Geojulie stood up and left. As she began walking away, she heard Britney start crying. She heard the door open as she got farther away, out of view from the house. She didn't stop.

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