Chapter 2: Violated

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KALANI I struggle to breathe as I stare at my mother, her words echoing in my head like a stuck record. ‘You will not give birth to that filth inside you.’ She knows. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out, and my hands tremble at my sides, barely keeping my balance as she continues, her face twisted not only with fury but also disgust. She sneers, "Yes, I know!" in a voice so sharp it can cut through steel. "I read all about your foolish thoughts!" She spits, and the world blurs with her admission that she violated my privacy. "I read how you cheated on Lei, a good man from a good family, and your fiancé, with that loser. How you not only gave yourself up like a cheap w***e to that nobody but let him impregnate you and ruin your life. How could you be so stupid, Kalani? You ungrateful fool!" Father tries to calm her down while I stand there frozen, but she pushes him away, screaming over his shoulder at me. She begins repeating everything I wrote, her voice rising with each sentence as she mentions how I said I felt used, how I said she had no right to control my life, and to offer me up as a reward to the Levesques. "You will terminate that pregnancy, Kalani!" she declares, her voice shaking with conviction, and it is only then that something inside me shifts my focus from the horror of my invaded privacy to the horror of what she attempted to do. "You poisoned me," the words spit out in a broken whisper that leaves gaping holes in my flesh. And she doesn’t even try to deny it. Instead, my mother's face stiffens and her lips curl into a snarl. "I did," she spits, staring me dead in the eyes with a look that shatters something deep within me. "My only fear is that I didn’t do a good job." My stomach twists violently as a bloodcurdling cramp turns me inside out, and I double over, clutching my midsection as pain paralyzes my entire body, and my vision completely fades. I feel someone's hands on me, and they’re saying something, but I can’t focus, and their voice is distant and muffled. The only thing I hear is my heart's deafening pounding, which drowns out everything else. Someone lifts me up, and my head rests against a strong shoulder while they hurry out of the house. The cold air outside hits me, and suddenly, the world starts to come into focus again as I glance at Dad’s face. He mutters that it’s going to be okay as he opens the door and slides me inside the car, and all I can do is hold on to the soft leather as the door slams shut. The engine purrs to life, and I curl into my seat, clutching my stomach as hot, fat tears roll down my cheeks until a sob rips through my throat. The sob is anguished as if splitting my soul in half, not just because of the pain but the betrayal from my own mother that would do something so evil. The drive to the doctor's office seems to go on forever, and Father's knuckles are white against the steering wheel as he pushes the car to its limits while talking to our family doctor, Doctor Spencer, and explaining what had happened. We eventually pull into the parking lot, and he gets out of the car before I can unbuckle. Opening the door, he quickly takes me in his arms and runs inside. An assistant rushes over, and Dad explains what happened again. Just then, Doctor Spencer arrives, and they rush me to the emergency room. My heart races with a new vigor as I’m laid down on a cool bed. Spencer asks me how far along I am, and I reply with a shaky voice that I’m five weeks along. He jumps right in, checking my vitals, ordering tests, and asking the assistant to grab some specific equipment while reassuring me that everything will be okay. The excruciating pain, however, is making me afraid. Every poke, prod, and touch feels intensified, and I cry so hard that my head spins. Finally, after what feels like hours, Doctor Spencer looks at me with hopeful eyes. “You’re going to be okay, Kalani,” he says softly. “The baby is doing fine. Since you only had a tiny sip of the juice, the drug didn’t really have enough time to affect the fetus." Relief floods through me, but the tightness in my chest remains. Doctor Spencer informs me that the drug I took was a termination drug. I can tell that he thinks my fiancé did this as he tries to counsel me, and I should tell him who did it. She deserves to be named and shamed for her evil act, but I can’t speak because the pain won’t go away. I tell Doctor Spencer about it, and he runs some more checks and comes to the conclusion that the pain I’m feeling isn’t real. It’s the fear of what I thought was going to happen. It takes a while for his words to sink in, but when they eventually do, the pain immediately disappears, proving that he was right. Doctor Spencer gives me the green light to head home and steps out of the room. As soon as the door clicks shut, I feel like everything inside me just falls apart. How could she do this to me? Tears spill over, and I cling to the sheets. The sound of the door opening draws me out of my spiral, and I look up to see my father. He doesn’t say a word as he walks across the room; he just sits down next to me on the bed and wraps his arms around me. I break down again, crying into his shoulder. He holds me tight and murmurs comforting words, but nothing can console me. I don't know how long we stay like that, but eventually, my sobs stop, and I pull back, wiping my face. “Thank you for bringing me here,” I say knowing that my mother will not let him hear the end of this. “I’m your father. Of course, I’m going to bring you.” My dad gives me a hand getting off the bed, and we head out together. “Please take me to my apartment,” I say softly as we step outside and he stops, looking at me with concern. “Are you sure you want to be alone right now?” I nod. “Yes. I need some time to think.” He studies me for a moment, then nods. “Alright. But if you need anything, you call me. Promise me.” “I promise.” The drive to my apartment is quiet, and when we pull up outside, Dad turns to me and tells me he’s sorry about what happened. He then begins to say that he understands what my mother did was wrong, but I stop him, knowing he is going to try to speak on her behalf. She’s his wife, and he loves her, and I get it, but I’m not ready to hear it. Nothing can ever make me forgive my mother for what she attempted to do, and I'm not willing to listen to anyone attempting to mediate. Thanking him again, I step out of the car and after a moment, I hear him drive away. I enter the apartment, knowing exactly what I need to do, and I walk straight to the phone, my fingers flying over the keyboard before placing it against my ear.
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