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for my help, and I was giving it. Now you got a problem with how I’m handling it. Suit yourself. Do it on your own. This is your problem, so you deal with it. You’re the one who let her go over there anyway. If she didn’t go, then we wouldn’t be going through this mess.” She pushed his wheelchair out of the way and stormed down the stairs.
    Uncle Frank looked at Aunt Linda as she walked away and shook his head. He looked so angry, I thought he was going to shoot her. Then again, maybe that’s just what I wanted.
    Shooooot, something needed to be done with her. Just think, if she wasn’t around, then half the drama I went through would have never occurred. Damn, that lady put a hole in my soul!
    Uncle Frank made Auntie Linda take me to the hospital after they argued for a good twenty minutes. She didn’t want to take me because she thought I was lying. I wasn’t surprised. Of course, she would think I was lying. Uncle Frank had my back though. He argued that I wasn’t.
    Then it boiled down to, “Okay, fine. Let the doctor prove it.”
    Boy, did I not want it to go down like that.
    I hated the clinic, and really didn’t care if Auntie Linda believed me or not. I knew I wasn’t lying, but Uncle Frank was determined to prove that I was telling the truth.
    I tried to cry my way out of it, but that didn’t work. In fact, it kind of egged Auntie Linda on to find out if indeed I was really lying. I think, for a moment too, that Uncle Frank kind of felt I might have been. I had no reason to lie though. I mean, come on. Who in their right mind wants to lie about being raped?

    The doctors showed no empathy, all the while sticking cold metal utensils up in me as if it were nothing. I felt like I was being raped all over again. The hospital visit was stupid, and all to conclude, Ding , ding , ding! —I was raped!
    You don’t know how relieved I was when that hospital visit was over. There were no more questions, no more touching, and no more waiting. Surprisingly, my aunt stayed the entire visit. She had threatened my uncle with just dropping us off, leaving him to handle the mess he’d shitted and stepped in. But I was actually happy she’d stayed. It showed she cared somewhat, but that feeling didn’t last too long.
    As soon as she pulled into the driveway, she had a few choice words for me. “This hospital business was nonsense. Your mother knew you were going to be a problem child. That’s why she gave you away. I tell you one thing—You better not ever step foot in this house saying you’re pregnant because you will not be welcomed. The doors will be bolted shut, and you will be put out, point blank.”
    Yeah, she gave it to me raw just like that. It didn’t hurt my feelings though ’cause I knew better. Me pregnant? Please. I was too scared to get next to a boy, let alone have him touching me. She was beat on that note ’cause I wasn’t coming home pregnant.
    Don’t get me wrong though. Her statement did strike a nerve. I didn’t just shun it off all like that, especially the part about my mother not wanting me. I didn’t know how much of it was true, but it hurt to hear it.
    It was no big deal as usual. Life went on, and all I could do was cope. I had Uncle Frank to get me through somewhat, for whatever it was worth, but he was just as miserable as me. His witch would stop at nothing.
    You should have seen the look my uncle gave her when she made that “pregnant” statement to me. It had death written all over it. He was about to comment, but just as quickly as his mouth opened, she was out of the car.
    Bam ! The door slammed right in his face. Then she told him to find his own way in the house. She knew he needed help getting into his wheelchair.
    That hurt my heart when she did that. I accepted her being cruel to me but not to my uncle. He was nothing but sweet to her, despite her ways. I