It was when I first walked into the door of Pre-school that I saw her. She was sitting on the floor tying her shoes with two braids in her hair hanging down to the middle of her back. Her name was Kristen. Now that it is 11 years later and she is 15 she is an average girl in the world. She is neither an outcast nor the most popular girl either. She is athletic and the best gymnast I have ever seen in my life. She is smart in school and she could have been on any sports team that she wanted to be but instead she would join the chess club with me. She was one of a kind. She had been in gymnastics since she was 7 and she was reading books by her-self since she was 4. She couldn't stand it when people were mad at her, no matter what the reason. When she was sad all she needed was a hug from someone that made them show they cared. She had to get to know people very well before she said yes to anything. She cried over any sad part in a movie. She loved to read love stories, her favourites were A Walk to Remember and the Twilight saga. She had blue eyes and brown nice and wavy or a fizzy mess hair, with a cute turned up nose and reddish pink lips, and her skin was usually never paler that a perfectly roasted marshmallow. She did everything that you expected her not to do; she was always a surprise but never in a bad way. She would paint her nails and do her hair but she would rather wear old sweats and a hoody rather than a dress. We were best friends since she showed me how to tie my shoes and I shared my crayons with her in Pre-school.
I have blond hair, blue eyes; I am and always have been tall, and pretty strong. We were the only people who were in chess club that could be on the volleyball team and were asked to be on before. That's what made us different than all the other people in school. We would join the clubs that we wanted to do rather than what others wanted us to do. We were like a couple but neither of us ever really wanted anything more than the best friendship because we liked being able to burp in each other’s faces, go to each other’s house and watch a movie without our parents thinking we were doing something. It was easier to be our-selves around each other if we weren't trying to be 'romantic' about anything. We sit together at lunch and are in every class together. We spoke on the phone everyday about what was all happening and stuff we wanted to do, about anything really.
We went to see a movie one night, March 11 to be exact, and I though it went fine, nothing went wrong and then the next day she didn't go to school, then she wouldn't answer her cell or reply any texts. She was avoiding me all around. She missed a whole week of school before she even spoke to anyone, her dad had to feed her through the hole he put in her door. Then one night she called me.
"Something very bad happened that night, you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone what happened if I tell you okay?" she asked.
"I promise. Now will you please tell me what’s going on?" I said with a frightened tone.
"Okay." she took a deep breath in and started again. "When I was walking home I went the same way that I always do but when I turned the corner there was a man waiting under a street light. I didn't know what to do so I just crossed the street and kept walking to my house and I looked back and he wasn't there anymore so I felt revealed that maybe he just left, but then when I turned around there he was. He grabbed me and..."
"Kristen? Kristen? You know you can tell me... please?"
"He raped me... I didn't know what to do. He just forced him-self on me and he was too big, I couldn't do anything, and then it was dark and I couldn’t see, and..."
"Kris, Kristen. Calm down, it’s going to be okay."
"Are you crazy?! It's not okay! I-I'm-I'm- pregnant."
"Okay. Don't worry, I'm here with you, we will make it. Did you tell your dad?"
"No. You’re the first person I told since I can't tell my mom because she ran away when I was 4 and left me with my dad... sorry I don't mean to be mad at you."
"It's okay. I'll come over tomorrow and we will see what we should do. But you have to tell you dad. Do you want to do it tomorrow or you can do it tonight?"
"I'll do it tonight."
"Okay. Just tell him the whole story and tell him that I will be coming tomorrow. But please don't worry; I have a plan, get some sleep. One of will need to."
"Okay. Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."
"I'll be there first thing. Bye."
Then the phone went dead. 'What am I talking about I don't know what I'm going to do. I just have to make sure that I stayed calm when I was with her. She needed me now more than ever. I won't tell my parents now. I just need to see her before I do anything.' I thought to my-self. I laid in my bed and thought about what was all happening and then when my head couldn't take any more, I fell asleep(which was around 4:30).
I woke- up at 6:26 the next morning and I called her house to see if she was up, she wasn’t but her dad said that it was okay if I wanted to come over now. It sounded like he has just as good of a sleep as I did. When I got there he was on the couch sitting in the dark other than the light from the window. He was staring at the clock, watching each second tick by. He looked at me when I walked in, then he gestured to me to have a seat.
“Did she tell you?”
“Yeah, she told me last night.”
“Okay, so what do you think we should do?”
“I have no idea; I stayed up all night thinking about it.”
“I think we should take her to a place so they can get rid of it before it is too old.”
“No. We can’t do that. That would be like killing a baby, you can’t do that. We need to encourage her to keep it and love it.”
“But what if she doesn’t want to?”
“She will, I know her well enough to know that.”
We sat in silence from then watching the clock until she work up. Then as soon as she woke-up she threw up. Then she gave me and her dad a hug. No one wanted to say anything first so I decided I might as well. I asked her, “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know what I want to do, I don’t even know if I should keep it,” she replied scared.
“It doesn’t matter to me what you want to do. It’s completely up to you,” encouraged her father.
“I think you should keep it,” I said as soon as she looked at me.
“But what about what all the kids at school will say, I can’t tell them what really happened and you know the teachers will be talking about me.”
“Don’t worry about them, I will have you home-schooled if you want,” said her father.
“Okay, so I will keep the baby for sure then... I could just take this year over again.”
“No. I will bring you home all the work that I did everyday and show you what we are doing, you will be fine with me here with you,” I said a little too encouraging.
We made it good from there on, she stayed home and I brought her a math book and everything she needed and helped her learn. I told my mom about it after she was okay with it. Kristen stayed at my house from there on in my room while I slept on the futon, because it would be better for her to be in a real bed. My mom was a stay at home mom so that was good that she could be there for her all the time, but my dad didn’t really like it so he just didn’t say anything. Her father named, John who was scary if you didn’t know him, with his black short hair. He was also very tall strong from working at the rigs, told me that he didn’t know how to tell her but he was going to die. He had brain cancer and probably wants going to live till the baby was born. He wanted me to tell her when I thought the time was right, because he just couldn’t bear to see her sad anymore. I promised him I would, because I knew I he felt, I would be able to do this because my days weren’t numbered like his were.
It was fun to see Kristen more than I used to. It was also fun watching her and the baby inside get bigger. When it was time we went to see if it was a boy or a girl and it was proven to be a girl, so Kristen was all happy because she could do all of these girlie things with her. As soon as we found out I was forced to come along and get outfits and toys and blankets and all of this stuff in pinks and purples. We even picked out a name for her, we called her Matilda. When she was big enough and strong enough I could feel her kick. It was as if I turned into the father of Matilda even though we didn’t know who the biological father was since he never did get caught.
She had a baby girl so now she could be the mom she never had most importantly, she was happy and that was all that mattered. I thought that this would be as good of a time to tell her so that she wouldn’t feel as bad as she could. She was seven months and fifteen days pregnant and I didn’t want it to get too late before her father had to leave us. We were going to go to the hospital for one of her regular check-ups the next day and so I brought her into a room and told her that her father had only a little bit of time left with us and that he had cancer and he probably wasn’t going to make it till Matilda was born. She handled it better than I thought she was going to. She thought there was something wrong because he was always going to the hospital and he was acting different. She held up as long as she could but then she had to cry a little just so wasn’t holding it all in.
I thought it was all going good now but then my mom came in the room with not even a nock. “We just got a call from the hospital; your father has to get a brain surgery today. He wanted to see you before he went in, so we have to leave now.”
We got up and left for the hospital, on the way Kristen was very calm but I knew she was just being strong, inside this was killing her. I started to get worried when her breaths quickened. I told her to breathe calmly but it didn’t help then she started screaming with pain, and we didn’t know what to do so we brought her to the Emergency Room. Her father had died because they couldn’t get the cancer out of his brain. She went into labour at seven months and this wasn’t good for Matilda. She was very small when she was born and they could keep her alive but Kristen was worrying her-self sick because no one knew what was going to happen and the doctor couldn’t tell us anything until they knew for sure but, they did tell my mom that it wasn’t looking too good for Matilda.
It was a long three days before Kristen was allowed to see Matilda. I stayed in the hospital with her because she couldn’t stand to be anymore alone than she was now. On the third day Kristen and Matilda were able to see each other for the first time. She started crying as soon as she saw her baby. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen other than Kristen. She has curly brown hair, the biggest blue eyes I had ever seen with thick long eyelashes, and her cheeks were soft rosy red as if she was blushing.
It was instantly love when Kristen saw Matilda’s face. She started to cry a little. She was so small in her arms. They were allowed to bring Matilda to see her grandpa since he survived the operation. He was very happy that he got so see his grandson before he passed away. He started to cry and Matilda looked even smaller in his arms that she did in Kristen’s arms.
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