The Ring

Chapter Two

"Shit." I quiety swore under my breath."

The damned pink plus on the test meant I was pregnant. Tears came to my eyes. I was pregnant. With the baby of a...a...a raper.

I threw the test across the room and punched myself in the stomach.

"Get outta me!" I screamed and fell to the floor. Then I weeped.

And weeped.

And weeped.

Finally Danny walked into the bathroom and found me unconscious on the floor. She screamed and ran into the hallway and saw Anthony walking back to his room. She grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the bathroom to carry me to my bed. I woke up and saw his face. Crap. He was beautiful. Then i saw the blood. Trailing behind me.

Omigod.

I killed my baby.

An innocent creature.

Just a mistake.

Danny picked up the test and covered her mouth with her hand. Then also saw the blood and whimpered. Anthony kissed my face before setting me down. They propped me up and covered me with blankets.

"I killed it Danny," I whispered,"I punched myself. And killed it."

"Shhh, it's okay." She said reaching over to stroke my cheek. "It's not your fault."

"But, but, I.." I whimpered.

Then I woke up.

I sat up in a cold sweat. I look down at my stomach. I really was pregnant. I really had punched myself. I imagined the rest.

"You okay?" Danny asked me sleepily rolling over to look at me.

"Fine. Just fine." I said turning on my side and silently crying.

"Hey, what's wrong. Don't lie to me." She said leaning on one arm.

"I'm...pregnant."

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The next day I was in the hospital with Benny.

"Are you sure your daughter wants this abortion?" The doctor asked.

"Positive. I just don't how she got pregnant. She hadn't even been kissed last year." He looked at me with a fake sympathetic look.

"Alright." He took me into surgery and I blacked out.

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I woke up to the sound of muffled whispering.

"It's impossible! How did she not notice!"

"Do you mean to tell me she's been pregnant for three months!"

"Well has she taken the test before?"

"Well...no. But she never had her period before!"

"Sir, the baby is not coming out. She is too mature. Samantha is entering her second trimester."

I gasped. I was pregnant. The baby wasn't going anywhere. It would explain why I had threw up almost every morning. I just thought I was just scared and always sick.

I looked down at my baby. My baby. I was going to have this baby. No matter what anyone was going to say.

But who was the father?