Annabeth was crowning. My hand was bloody and slightly bruised from her digging her nails farther and farther into my skin with each push.
The sharp smell of bleach assaulted my nose, so I asked her if I could get her an Iced Tea.
As I left the room where my wife was currently giving birth to the most magical thing I ever made, I saw Tanner, pushing a wheel chair. And in that wheel chair was a frail Chasity, holding a newborn baby boy. I turned back and sped-walked to Beth's hospital room before they noticed me, the cold of the can in my hand almost searing through me like her joints used to.
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Cheap Chasity
Novela JuvenilShe was cheap like the 99¢ Arizona Iced Tea that she was addicted to. She was burning like the joint between her finger tips. She was sweet like the strawberry lipgloss she wears. She was beautiful like the words she writes in her note books. She wa...
