The Girl Who Cried Rape

Chapter 3: Life Changing Problems

Chapter 3: Life Changing Problems

8:23am

Rubbing my eyes as I woke up, I looked at the clock and noticed the time. I was late for school. Jumping out of bed, I threw on a t-shirt, grabbed my book bag and ran downstairs. I flew by my parents shouting “Bye mom and dad. I’m late for first period!” As I got to the door my mom stopped me.

She giggled and said, “You can’t go like that.” I looked down and noticed I was still wearing my nightgown and just a t-shirt pulled over it. She continued, “You haven’t even brushed your hair, your teeth, or eaten breakfast yet,” patting me on my back to send me back upstairs. Then she called up to me “Oh yeah, and today is Saturday” she and dad laughed as I groaned in annoyance at her jokes.

It was Saturday, but that meant absolutely nothing to me because I was grounded. I wouldn’t be allowed to leave the house anyway. Not that I wanted to, I’d wanted to stay in bed all day. I was still having pain, you know, “down-under”, from the night before. I thought I might be starting my period soon, too, because I felt sick like I normally do when I have it, but worse. It’s been awhile since my last period, as well, which I thought was strange, probably a month and a half since my last cycle.

            When I came back into my room, I found my window cracked open and a letter lying on the floor under it. I picked it up and shut my window locking it. The letter read,

“Dear Riley,

Please forgive me for being angry with you earlier, I only wanted to show you how much I love you. You keep pushing me away. Don’t you love me too? My dear, your beauty out shines the stars, and I’ve loved you since you bumped into me, I tried talking to you but you ignore me. I can’t help but feel rejected Love me, my valentine, love me; I need you to love me! Please…I know our age difference might frighten you, but you’re 16 and I’m 24, that’s not that bad. Please give me a chance.

Your true love, Owen

P.s. Be seeing you again, my dear. How about a photo shoot this time? Need some pretty little keepsakes; don’t worry, for my eyes-only. Kisses xoxoxo”

My mouth dropped and the letter fell out my hands. I was afraid and shocked. Why would he tell me his name, where he works or his plans for me? I don’t remember this Owen guy from any grocery store, especially not from last June. All these thoughts filled my head and the room felt like it was spinning. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Vomit came up my throat, spewing everywhere. My mom came in to see what all the noise was, seeing both, the floor, and me covered in vomit. She helped clean me up, called the doctor and then put me in the car.

11:00am

The doctor came back with my test results as quickly as humanly possible. She suggested that my mother leave the room, but my mom refused and I wanted her there. The doctor nodded and continued, “Ms. Parks, you’re pregnant.” My mother and I grew silent, she looked at me with a look that could shatter glass. I felt as if I might burst into a million pieces. I looked at my doctor.

 “There must be some mistake! I’m a virgin, how can I be pregnant? You must have mixed up the test results.” I said, my doctor giving me a look as if I said something wrong that insulted her.

“Riley, dear, I don’t mix up test results. I am 100% positive these are your test results. I only handle one patient file at a time to make sure nothing like that happens. You’re having morning sickness, you have vaginal tearing, and no period for over a month. All of these things plus your results prove you are, indeed, pregnant,” she said softly with a hand on my shoulder and then turned around to go help another patient.