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Time Heals All Wounds (III)

“Tell me you’re becoming a fat hoe,” My father says to me, his eyes not moving from my stomach.

“No, actually, I’m not. People get fat when they’re pregnant,” I say. I’m done with lying to them, they need to know the truth.

“How the fuck could you be so stupid?!” He says, raising his voice a little.

“It was an accident, okay? Besides, the father is being very supportive. He isn’t an abusive piece of shit like you,” I start putting my shirt back on.

“Listen, Stacie, don’t get all ‘smart-alec’ on me. I’m trying to be nice, but I’m a little shocked that you did something so stupid and didn’t tell your mother,” His tone surprisingly calm.

“Well, seeing as she’s always drunk or having a hang-over I really couldn’t. And I definitely wasn’t going to tell you so you could hit me with your drunk ass self,” I’m still waiting for him to freak out. he puts his hands on his temples and rubs them while my mother goes to get a drink.

“Well, Stacie. We’re the grandparents, we’re going to help.”

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