The Whisper
Misunderstanding goes a very very long way.
The teenager opened the door to the abortion clinic and the woman at the front desk frowned.
Not another little whore coming to kill. She rubbed her temples and grabbed the clip-board. When the girl approached the desk she took the board and sat in a nearby chair looking very, very lonely. The women stared at her with a look of pure hate. The girl looked at her and looked as if she was going to burst into tears. When she was finished she hesitantly gave the woman the clip-board. "So I can do this now?" She spoke not looking her in the eyes. "Sure, when I'm done putting your information in the computer."
She nodded and returned to her seat playing one strand of her hair. Kids these days.... She put the information in the computer and someone ringed the bell on the desk. It was the girl again but she wasn't alone now. Her parents stood behind her a hand on each of her shoulders. They looked like her guardian angels. The women approached the desk and the teenager excused herself to the restroom. When she was out of sight the parents turned back to the women. "So she can do this soon?" The mother looked near tears and the father hid behind a false facade of calm. "Yes, she can do it as soon as I can get the information in."
They both nodded and the father walked back to his seat. The mother stood their staring at her. "She didn't ask for this you know." I exhaled. "I see teenagers come in here, many times, I know."
The mother shook her head and whispered. "You don't understand....She was raped." Then she walked away patting her daughters hand affectionately. The women felt a surge of sorrow and rage at the man who would rape an innocent. When the sunset she clocked out and bought some rope at Gander. The goal? She walked into her house like a zombie and walked into her large closet and closed the door. She never came out. Her last thoughts were written on her bed in red ink. "What's the point in living if I can't get pregnant?"
Not another little whore coming to kill. She rubbed her temples and grabbed the clip-board. When the girl approached the desk she took the board and sat in a nearby chair looking very, very lonely. The women stared at her with a look of pure hate. The girl looked at her and looked as if she was going to burst into tears. When she was finished she hesitantly gave the woman the clip-board. "So I can do this now?" She spoke not looking her in the eyes. "Sure, when I'm done putting your information in the computer."
She nodded and returned to her seat playing one strand of her hair. Kids these days.... She put the information in the computer and someone ringed the bell on the desk. It was the girl again but she wasn't alone now. Her parents stood behind her a hand on each of her shoulders. They looked like her guardian angels. The women approached the desk and the teenager excused herself to the restroom. When she was out of sight the parents turned back to the women. "So she can do this soon?" The mother looked near tears and the father hid behind a false facade of calm. "Yes, she can do it as soon as I can get the information in."
They both nodded and the father walked back to his seat. The mother stood their staring at her. "She didn't ask for this you know." I exhaled. "I see teenagers come in here, many times, I know."
The mother shook her head and whispered. "You don't understand....She was raped." Then she walked away patting her daughters hand affectionately. The women felt a surge of sorrow and rage at the man who would rape an innocent. When the sunset she clocked out and bought some rope at Gander. The goal? She walked into her house like a zombie and walked into her large closet and closed the door. She never came out. Her last thoughts were written on her bed in red ink. "What's the point in living if I can't get pregnant?"
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