Detroit. •b.t.• (Completed)

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Sage

"Sage said that somebody else raped her and I'm about to blow the fuck up"

The fact that he had said those words around my father scared me.

"I think I'm pregnant" I whispered.

"Pregnant?" Bryson and my father both looked at me.

"How are you pregnant if-"

I guess he had pieced it together.

It happened again.

My father knocked a glass off the counter in anger.

"Sage, I'm not fucking asking you anymore. Who did that to you?" My father's harsh tone of voice had made my throat go dry.

I knew he wasn't mad at me, but his words made me tear up. "I - I can't. He'll kill me"

Bryson angrily tapped against the wood.

"As your father, I'm telling you to tell me. It's not a request"

"Eric"

Bryson laughed, and I didn't like it at all. "Tell me that you ain't talking about my so-called brother, Eric"

He looked me in my face before looking away, and nodding.

"Bet"

Bryson left the kitchen, and then I heard the front door slam.

"I put Eric in rehabilitation, and they said he was changed. That has proven to be false"

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I swung my legs, while sitting on the examination table.

"How far along do you think you a are?"

"One or two weeks I think"

"Well, it's too early to detect anything on an ultrasound. You just want a pregnancy test, correct?"

I nodded my head.

He gave be a cup to pee in, and I left the room.

When I finished, I put my labeled urine in the other room like he told me to, and went back to my examination room.

The doctor left Bryson and I alone.

"How you feelin'?"

"I'm so sorry, Bryson. I should have - I should have listened to Eric. He didn't hurt me when I listened to him"

"Why you ain't say nothin' before?"

"I thought I could handle it"

"Sage, when you don't tell anyone what's going on, you hurting yourself, and everyone around you"

If I was pregnant, Bryson would be the uncle to my child.

All of this could have been avoided if I had just told someone the day that Eric and Laura popped up in the bathroom.

But I still feared Eric, and causing more trouble with him was not something that I wanted to do at that time.

Eric was so sneaky that he could kill me in plain sight, and still manage not to get caught.

Our arrangement was simple.

I sold art, Eric got money.

I stopped selling art, I got hurt.

I had one incredibly easy task, yet I had managed to mess up twice.

"Boo" Bryson was suddenly standing in front of me.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Bryson"

"You know that I still love you, right?"

I was barely loving myself, and I didn't think that Bryson should be loving me either.

"I . . ."

"Whatever the outcome, I'm here for you boo. I swear I ain't going nowhere"

"Why?"

"As far as I'm concerned, this our second baby. We gone teach em right from wrong, we gone love em, and we gone be there for em, yeah?"

Bryson was willing to raise his brother's baby as his own.

I didn't understand it at all.

A nurse knocked on the door before entering.

"Congratulations, mom" She handed me back a few papers.

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I'm way past fucked up for this. . .

How y'all feelin' though?

Y'all want this baby dead or nah?