A Short Story : A Story?

I felt like I was going to puke, I sat down in the chair next to Theresa that was now sobbing. “A trained member from are Sexual Assault Response Team has performed a rape kit on her, with that they are going to gather as much DNA evidence that they possibly can. She started to go into shock on the ride here, it’s the body’s natural way of trying to block out the trauma. We did a sonogram on here and I’m sorry to say that the baby did not survive the sexual assault that happened to her.”

Vinyl collected herself, wiped the tears from her face. “I love you, Dad. And I won’t worry. Not until we know more.”

An hour earlier, Sefa, their baby’s birth mother, had called Percival, crying that she was in pain and bleeding, afraid she was losing the

“This is all my fault, if I would have been there then maybe the baby wouldn’t have died.” I said, starting to sob.

“Arden was shot. There’s a high possibility she will go into organ failure,” Shaun said impatiently, clearly wanting to go into the hospital to help.

“That's good to hear regar-” the calls cuts out. Flipping around her phone, revealed the phone to be lifeless.

“They’ll both die if we don’t do the surgery.” Lexie countered. “She’ll go into a coma and we probably won’t be able to wake her up.”

For a moment, they shared silence as her soft yellow dress tattered in the breeze. The angle of his chin and the tears in his eyes told her that he likely knew about her grandma. “I'm so awfully sorry about your abuelita. So sorry.”

"Although you may be right. I just don't think that he needs to know, about this. He has so much on his mind already, a baby, should be the least of his worries. Forgive me if I sound prude, but Tom you're right. He means something to me. That's why I'm going to let him go."

"I couldn't do it, the baby is a part of me. That's like you killing me when I was a fetus. It's just not right, I couldn't do it. This baby deserved better than that." I start crying, realizing the danger I put my child in.

“I don’t want to go to other Daddys.”. I started to cry harder as I put my arms around her, hugging so tightly, filled with love and

“Thank you doctors,” Mike said, still staring at the screen. The doctors made their final comments, recorded the progress in the computer file, and said good bye to the Evans. Mike still watching the screen starred until the image faded away. Thoughts ran through his head. What if he doesn't make it? What if we aren't able to have a baby at all? How will Abigail be able to deal with the fact that the child cannot develop properly? They walked to the exit in complete silence. Mike helped Abigail along and helped her into the car. He drove home, distracted by the thoughts that cluttered his mind.

“ Oh I know, I just want to stay with my little girl a little longer, boy a m I gonna miss you.” she said fake crying.

“Jay, why can’t we stay for a few days and see what we can? This is something that our son might experience only once,” Liz voiced.

“Ok we will check it out and let you know if he will be ok.” The lady said calmly. They took Riley in the back. My mom waited anxiously until they came out twenty minutes later with some news.