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Life After Rape
Don’t pull that trigger, if not for yourself than at least for me,” Vanessa pleaded. Christine looked at her and began to cry. She knew Vanessa was right, deep down inside. She placed the gun on the floor; Vanessa kicked it away, then reached Christina’s side. L love you and please don’t ever do that again. Year went by slowly after that. Some people came and apologized to Christine, but others would still not speak to her. Those were the ones that were close to Michael and would never believe he’d do such a horrid thing. Vanessa did not care what they said about her best friend, it never changed her mind on who Christine was. Soon, Christine began to feel extremely ill and she couldn’t figure out why. She felt ad’s-comfort in her stomach and began to wake up early in the morning only to find herself running towards the bathroom. “l feel sick to my stomach, I Just feel weak,” he told Vanessa one morn-ins.
Vanessa did not want to believe what she thought it was; not Christine, she’s going to be Valedictorian and go to Harvard. This could not be, Just no, she thought. They decided to take the test that would determine Christina’s future. If she were prep-ant, would she keep the baby? Would she give it up? What about the life she wanted that may be taken away from one night’s horror? “No, this can’t be happening, I want my life the way I want it, not a child to worry about. ” The results came back and within minutes now, she will know what her future holds in store.
The pink line shows that you are pregnant, and to her, it shows the ending of the life she wanted. Vanessa held her hand as they read the results. No one was sure what they were about to see. What about Michael, should she tell him if she were pregnant? “It’s only fair to tell him, isn’t it? But, he is the one who did this nasty thing to me; I don’t want this child to know a father like that. How can I tell the baby that their father is in prison for my rape? Sooner or later it has to be brought up to, they will get old enough to understand and have the right to know. ” She closed her eyes and had Vanessa read her fate.
Positive. I’m sorry honey,” Vanessa stated sadly. Christine fell upon the floor and began to cry. She didn’t know how she was going to tell her mother about this. She couldn’t believe this. Why? She asked, why me? They drove home in silence, Vanessa knew she didn’t want to speak, she knew how hard this must be on her. Christine invited Vanessa in for a bite to eat and to help figure out the way to tell her mother. How, she didn’t know. She ended up not having too. Her mother overheard them talking about it in the kitchen that evening and burst into tears. “We’ll take care of this, no worries.
That scum will not take over this baby and its fate. ” Carlen, Christina’s’ mother stuttered angrily. Two months later, Christine woke up one morning with violent pains in her stomach. She didn’t know what to think as she ran to the bathroom. She soon noticed there was blood all over and she could feel the pain rise in her stomach. She fell to the wooden floor and wailed out in pain. No one was home at this time; her mother was on a business trip in Florida and couldn’t be reached. The phone was in the other was quiet for awhile because her body felt numb. Then a horror-doss pain came pond her and she started to scream.
Hopefully someone can hear me. Mrs.. Smithy, her 32-year-old neighbor did hear and called the ambulance. The ambulance arrived soon after. The ambulance rushed her to the hospital and automatically diagnosed her with a mascara-ridge. Christine could not believe what she had been told. Her baby passed away and she felt so alone. The hospital called Vanessa, being she was the only person Christine knew that was around and told her what had happened. Vanessa slid down to the floor and felt the emptiness Christine has felt for a long time. Her friend Just lost a part of her.
She knew Christine was go-ins to need her now more than ever. But Vanessa realized that Christine wanted to be left alone. She tried to reach out to Christine, but the pain became too much for Christine to handle. She didn’t want to talk to any-one, including Vanessa. She returned to school about a month later, Vanessa thought that it would be better for Christine, but noticed it only got worse. She was now afraid for Christina’s life. On the one-year anniversary of her rape, Christine found herself gloomy and full of hate. She was not going to college, she hadn’t been Valedictorian and she wasn’t going to be a Sour-annalist.