Betty

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Yn Pov

How could he do this to me. How!? I was just sitting in my room looking at the wall.

Yn-*Cries*

When I started crying I was just thinking about life. Then I ringed the little buzzer on side of the wall.

Doc-*Walks in* Yes?

Yn-*Looks up with tears in my eyes* Can I please go home *cries* I just wanna go.

Doc-I'm sorry Ms. Yn but you can't.

Yn- can you at least let me out for a few? *Pleading*

Doc-*Thinks for awhile* I guess. C'mon. *Helps you up*

Yn-Thank You.

Doc- No problem. *Leads you outside on the porch*

Yn-*Sits in the rocking chair*

When I sat down I saw a little old white lady rocking beside me knitting, so I decided to make small talk with her.

Yn- Hi *Looks at her*

Lady- Hello.

Yn- I'm Yn.

Lady- Betty.

Yn- What your in here for?

Betty- I pretended that I was losing my mind.

Yn-*Laughs* Why? Don't you wanna be free.

Betty- Child anything is better than staying with my daughter, Rachel, and her 6 sons.

Yn- *Smiles*

Betty- What are you having?

Yn- A daughter and a son...Twins.

Betty- Aah. *Smiles* Who's the dad.?

Yn-*Sighs*........Michael Jackson.

Betty- Aaah. Then why are you here.

Yn- I took 3 pain killers because I was in pain. And I got in the bathtub and just blanked out and the doctors thought I was trying to kill myself.

Betty- I understand.

Yn-*Rocks* .....*Looks out into the field* I miss home.

Betty- I don't. God can take me now.

Yn- What no don't say that.

Betty- Honey. I am 87 years old. I've did my time. Seen it all. What else is there to live for. Rachel wants me to die so she can get my check and spend it all on those spoiled brats of hers. Look of there. A sweater. Here take it. It's purple..for the girl.

Nurse- Ok Betty come on in.

Betty- W-what who's Betty.

Nurse-*Helps her up* Lets go.

Betty-*Looks at me and whispers* I'll make the boy sweater tonight when everybody is sleeping.

Yn- Ok. *Smiles*

Betty- W-where are you taking me stranger. *walks in*

Yn-*Laughs and shakes head* She's a mess.

After Betty left I just sat rubbing my now bigger belly.

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