17 Years Ago
Vinclilla knew she was addicted.
She knew she needed help.
Yet she couldn't stop.
Her need to was wired into her brain unable to untangle from it's wounded mess.
She had a phone addiction.
Vinclilla looked down at the pregnancy test she had taken.
POSITIVE 1 - 2
A sob broke from her mouth and she tried to muffle it with her hand. A comforting arm wrapped around her.
"Don't worry yourself, it's not good for the baby." Jesslyn cooed at her distressed friend.
Of course Jesslyn understood how to comfort her friend with her phycology background education.
Maya offered a hand to her friend and helped her back up.
"We'll take care of him or her, no matter happens." Sashra says, while she sits on the bathtub edge.
"Do you know it's father?" Jesslyn asked.
Vinclilla mumbled a little looking down at her hands.
"Say that again?"
"A Birch door."
"A wha-" Maya asked still confused.
"A Birch door."
"But, like is the door knob like a p-"
"I don't know."
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VINCLILLA banged a Birch door and got pregnant.
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