I kept seeing that prostitute in my head saying my father's son killed him. Terrance was 19 and he fit the persona of the "son" who killed my father. If he was really my father's son, I'd given my virginity to my older brother. I was having a baby for my own brother. My brain screamed "incest" at me and I was so ashamed of myself for not seeing the signs. I avoided Terrence at all costs and headed to the clinic.
When I got there, I felt so alone like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. I set my abortion day for a week from that day and when the day finally came, I was scared out of my mind.
I needed someone to pick me up after the surgery so I called Tiff. She didn't ask any questions and I was thankful to have a friend like her. When I was all healed up, I prepared to talk to Terrence. Like always, he came, and I was prepared to murder him. I had my gun fully loaded under my pillow and I was going to put every single bullet from that clip in his body. I wanted him to suffer like my dad did the night they killed him, but when I saw him, I just broke down crying. I was weak
How could I kill the man I gave my virginity to? How could I kill someone who shared the same blood I did. When it came down to killing him that night, I couldn't. I couldn't kill the first man I loved.
I couldn't...
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They Took Him
RandomGrowing up in New Orleans, what do you do when the last person you had has been taken away from you? Young Tonya is only 18 and she finds herself alone in a heartless city.
