Then one evening Bette was scrubbing the bath tub clean. Angelica was in her room and Kirsten was on the night shift. Bette took her bucket and sponge and put it on the bathroom floor…she turned on the faucet and cleaned her hands. When Bette was crying her hands she over the trashcan and noticed a bright box shoved deep inside the basket. It looked strangely familiar. Something Tina and her used in their pre-pregnancy days. A stone thudded at the bottom of Bette’s stomach. She reached in and took the box out, looked at it, looked in, read it, dropped it, walked out, opened Angie’s door, came in…and took her other ear in a cold tight grip. Angelica cried out in pain as Bette dragged her off the bed, Angie went limp and wouldn’t get up, Bette reached down and picked her up by holding on leg and dipping her arm under Angie’s back. She carried Angelica kicking and screaming to the threshold. Angalica kicked really hard and fell to the floor, Bette reached down with both hands and grabbed Angelica’s shirt…it ripped so Bette took both her arms and dragged her daughter across the hall. The entire time Angelica was screaming and cursing…Bette was stone-silent and that scared Angelica…it chilled her to the bone. Bette took a firm grip on Angie’s neck nape and held it still, reaching for the pregnancy test box she threw it front of Angelica………. “explain”.

“im not pregant”

“you lied…you slept with Shad”

“no”

“your treading on dangerous ground Angelica”

“i didn’t”

“don’t ***** with me”

“let me go YOU’RE HURTING ME!”

“you don’t know what pain is”

“i just took the test to practice we’re doing ***** education in school”

“bullshit”

“believe me”

“i don’t”

“whatever”

“i saw your menstruation schedule…you’re suppossed to have your period..do you have it?”

“yeah”

“prove it”

“what!?”

“drop your pants”

“***** you!”

 At that Bette let go of Angelica and with her hands pushed her daughter on the floor, on her back. Angelica struggled to slide away but Bette went on her knees, took both of Angie’s legs and dragged her back. Climbing on top of her Bette straddled Angelica’s hips and started undoing Angie’s jeans. angelica was panicking, she couldn’t believe her mom was actually doing this. Bette scared her. In fact she scared her so much that Angelica puked, recently she had been puking some and smells disgusted her alot. Bette didn’t notice that her daughter vomited…bits of puke were on Bette, most on the floor…she continued to pin Angelica down by straddling her while undoing her jeans. Bette gripped Angie’s jeans and slipped it off in one strong motion. In her underwear Angelica gagged on vomit, spat, and started to crawl away. Bette had the blood rage…she had never in her entire life this angry. She lunged forward and pinned Angelica down this time, she was much stronger than her daughter. Bette ripped Angelica’s underwear off…quickly Bette looked at it…clean. Only one thing. Bette didn’t want to do this….but she was so angry she was willing to do anytihng to verify what she knew in her heart. So Bette gripped her daughter’s legs open…Angelica was crying and trying to slide away…Bette roughly plunged her finger in Angie’s crotch….Angie sobbed. Her finger came out clean. Bette stood still….she stood up. A half-naked Angelica lay on the bathroom floor crying…wiping vomit off herself…trying to cover her nakedness. Bette felt tears of rage sadness and frustration rip her heart and eyes. She took the pregnancy box and threw it at Angelica, it bounced off her chest.

“you’re getting an abortion”

“no you crazy woman…***** YOU IM NOT COMMITING MURDER!!”