So okay, I was pregnant. That’s not that big of a deal right? Just have to get through it is all. There was no way I was going to have an abortion. The very thought of killing a baby, even a child of a rapist brings chills to me.

But if you haven’t known, being 18 and pregnant is very exhausting. And to make matters worse I’ve caught a flu of some sort.

I sneezed again as I squatted down onto the sofa beside my mom, placing my hands on top of my enlarging belly, “Ugh this stupid cold won’t go away.” I complained.
My mom reached up to feel my forehead, “Oh my, you’re burning up Hazel. Do you think you should see a doctor?” I swatted her hand away, “I’m fine mom. Don’t baby me.”

“Well you should at least go for the baby.” I rolled my eyes.

She had a point though.

“Fine. I’ll go to the damn doctor’s,” I grumbled, “Hate the doctor’s.”