Suicide

Baby

"I'm what?" Amanda asks.

"You don't remember?" I ask.

"I only remember running out of the school. I guess I blacked out?" She stated in more of a question.

"You are going to live with me." I tell her.

"Why?" She questions.

"Because your mom abuses you and your uncle rapes you, he got you pregnant!" I state.

"Oh my god! No! It's my uncle's? No! It can't be!" She starts to freak out and cry.

"Do you want to keep it?" I ask.

"Like abortion?" She asks crying.

"Never!" I giggle, "Like adoption."

"I don't know." She states.

"Your 9 weeks pregnant Amanda." The doctor says walking in.

"Huh?"

"2 months." I giggle.

"I'm not even showing yet!" She laughs.

"I'm know that." I giggle again. We all laugh.

"She's a late bloomer." The doctor states.

"She?" Me and Amanda both question.

Amanda's POV:
"She?" Me and Olivia both question.

"Yes. She. You have a girl." The doctor states.

"Olivia Cathleen Rollins." I whisper to myself.

Olivia smiles, "Me?" She asks.

"Yes. She is named after you." I tell her.

"Thank you!" She whispers.

Olivia's POV:
We went back home because she was alright, when we got there she started freaking out. "It's ok. He won't hurt you like uncle did."

She calmed down and I showed her the room I told Elliot to decorate. "Elliot Joseph Stabler! She is a girl! Not Noah!"

"It's fine." Amanda mumbles.