I can barely make it back inside, I'm shaking and can't stop crying. I can't keep doing this. My hair is a tangled mess from all the pulling, my dress is ripped at the sides, there are bruises going down my thighs and legs. My make up is everywhere. I smell like the beer that got poured on me.
My legs and arms hurt from the various positions I was forced to be in.
"Only a few more months." I say softly to myself.
*The Next Day*
I decide to finally shower and manage to clean myself up. Sulking isn't going to help. I know they all used condoms but I'm still paranoid, so I take the Plan B pill that I conveniently have a stash of. I can't risk getting pregnant again. The first time I had no say in, this time I can prevent it. After I shower, I take the time to look at myself in the mirror. I've lost weight. My hair seems lighter, my glasses are crooked, my skin is clear. I have all that a normal girl would want but I'm not satisfied.
Being productive takes my mind off of everything. I go to check the mail and see that I have junk mail, a letter from.. NYS Office of Children and Family Services. How do they know where I live? More importantly, why did they mail me?
The next piece of mail is for Brian Elwin Haner Jr. Who? I check the address and realize this must be tough guys home. Musking up all the courage I can, I walk up to his door and knock. He opens, confused.
"This is yours. It was in my mailbox." I say, my eyes dropping to his naked torso. He clears his throat and I catch myself and look at the floor instead, getting ready to turn around and leave.
"Thanks." He says quietly, going mute after reading the sender address.
His sudden realization makes me wonder. Why would the Office of Children..
I run away and enter my house, slamming the door and falling to the ground. I have a kid. This little boy is 7 years old. And he wants to meet his mommy. I can't do this.
I tuck the letter way back in my closet. I can't meet this child. This child might have my DNA, but he is not my son.
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