Nicole comes home to find me in the kitchen, holding back tears. I hate flashing back to that first night..
"Lynn, what's wrong? What happened? Where's mom or Christian?" I couldn't answer her. I just wiped my tears and stood up. "We need to get dinner ready." I stated matter of factly. I could make something up, maybe about Mark.
I had her fry the hamburger meat while I washed up in the bathroom. We always have hamburger helper or Ramen. It is the only thing my mother can remember to buy. There was a knock at the front door and I froze. Who could it be?
I walked slowly to the door. It was 9 pm. Who could be coming over this late? Christian had a key, so it wasn't him. I peeked through the door. It was Aaron..
"Lynn, I know you're in there. We need to talk. NOW!" He was drunk, unbelievably drunk. Bam! Bam! Bam! Nicole came running in. "Who is it?" She whispered. I mouthed his name. I can't even say it, I can't think it. What does he want?
After 20 minutes of banging on the unanswered door, Aaron stumbled off screaming my name. I hope the neighbors don't ask my mom about it.
Dinner was finally prepared as Christian walked in, obviously high. He took his dinner to the living room as Nicole and I ate at the table. I was so hungry.
The front door swung open quickly. "What did Aaron want?" A voice demanded. Mom was home. As she came into the kitchen, the smell of alcohol was strong. Great.. "I.. I don't know.. I didn't... Answer." I struggle to get the words out knowing what was coming. SMACK! I stood there clutching my cheek tears falling softly. Fuck.. that hurt. Nicole stood there looking at me while mom began mumbling something about I never do anything right. Then she turned to Nicole. I stood up and ran between them. "Mom, NO! Please.. She didn't do anything." I pleaded with her to listen. She smacked me some more, but left Nicole alone. For now.
Nicole went to our room quietly. I followed her still crying. I'm such a baby. I've been hit before. I can take it. My mind kept reminding me of that. Of Aaron..
In the middle of the night, I heard whispering and got up to check it out. Mom had a guy over, again.. I crept to the bathroom to relieve myself. I found an unopened box of pregnancy tests in the trash. Hmm. Maybe I'm pregnant? No. God wouldn't do that to me.. But then again, I stopped believing in that stuff when my dad died.
But then again.. I haven't had my period in a few months..
I decided I was gonna take a test to just put my mind at ease. Saying a silent prayer, I peed on that little stick. After about a minute, two cursed little lines appeared.
That was when I knew, I was in trouble. Serious trouble.
I'm pregnant... and it's my rapist's baby...
So much for God, huh?
