Well, Rosalie's father raped her again (of course). So she is now officially my sister and
he can't hurt her anymore! (All that happened while I was gone, so Rosalie and I got back
home at about the same time...) A busy 2 weeks pass, with taking care of the little ones.
Rosalie kept crying in her sleep, I can't imagine the horror she must've endured with her
father. I'm just happy it's over. I took care of her babies along with mine, since I could see that
she wasn't okay. I'll wake up with tears in my eyes too sometimes, or have nightmares about
Edgar coming up to me and the pain. He never cared about me, of course neither did George. A
lot of the time I think all of us girls feel unlovable. We just have to push through our hurt, and
love each other. We are sisters now, and we're getting closer every day. Even with the pain we
will push though and take good care of all the babies.
Then one morning I wake up with an urge to puke, I ran and barely made it to the toilet.
While I was puking Rosalie ran in and proceeded to puke in the sink. Our first thought was
that we had the stomach bug (since we do share a room), but then we realized that one (or both)
of us could be pregnant. We took tests (which Rosalie brought with her. They were leftover
from when she found out she was pregnant with her triplets), and lo and behold they both came
up positive. We're pregnant again... Wow, what a shock. I guess Meranda will feel more like my
biological child since I'm now pregnant with her half sibling(s). Although, that's not much
consolation. It's hard enough taking care of the children we have... How on earth will we take
care of more little ones? "What are we going to do?" I asked Rosalie. "I don't even know" she
responded "But, I sure would feel wrong aborting these children, or even putting them up for
adoption, since I kept all the others". "Yeah" I agreed "I feel the same, I mean even though this
might be hard no child should have to feel less than their siblings just because of the
circumstances of their birth". We decided that we would tell my mom and just hope that she
knows what to do.
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It Started With A Crush
Teen FictionWhat is a thirteen year old girl to do when she finds out that she is pregnant? Will her mother force her to do something, or will the choice be up to her? Thankfully she isn't on her own, watch her story, as along with her friends' she tries to fig...
