-Vivy-
South Central 1994
Viv stood in front of the clinic looking up at the big sign, the moment was anticipating, what if she was pregnant? Again. What if she got a disease? Her palms felt clamy as she stepped through the automatic doors. She looked around seeing pregnant women sit in the chairs and walked to the front desk. The nurse looked up at her and smiled.
"Hey Vivy, girl you pregnant again?" She eyed Viv and Viv shook her head, leaning closer she quietly said.
"I was raped...I uh...need some tests done." Her legs begin shaking as her hand touched the cut on her wrist. The nurse gasped and her face showed pity. She handed Viv a clipboard and a pamphlet for rape victims.
"Fill that out and I'll get you in, Take this pamphlet and read over it, if you saved any clothing from the attack we can get DNA or if you know your attacker you can press charges," Viv listened to her and frowned feeling a knot build in her stomach, she shook her head no.
"I didn't save anything and I didn't know...them." She looked down at the paper and begin filling out the simple things.
"Them?" Viv nodded.
"Uh yeah..a few.." She felt her face getting hot while her eyes threatened to spill the tears forming. The nurse gave her a look of sympathy mixed with pity. Viv gave the nurse the clipboard and sat waiting in the office while messing with her thumbs and looking around.
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Hear Our Cry
General FictionTRIGGER WARNING ; contains, s*xual abuse, dr*g abuse, physical and mental ab*se. I sobbed, hearing, the guns sirens women screams helicopters the three men running the dogs And I heard the cries I begged. Someone, Hear Our...
