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Date Posted: 08:34:33 07/25/06 Tue
Author: Gianna
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Skeeter 's message, "inside" on 08:15:56 07/25/06 Tue

(For a moment her jaw tightened until a muscle ticked in annoyance.. she couldn't believe he was this fucking bitter.. had he not read anything she had sent him in her letters? He was acting like he didn't know the baby was his.. like he didn't know she had been forced to take the first hit of heroine and had been unable to stop or ask for help because she had been scared. On instinct alone she pulled at the wristband that secured her to the bed and had to try hard not to growl at the pull of it. Tears shone in her eyes as she watched him.) I was raped, Skeeter.. they shot me up with heroine and raped me! How was I to know the baby was yours? I would have never.. (She trailed off, her voice hitching with desperate pain.. the man she loved was looking at her like she was a baby killer.. Her hands were shaking a little as she tried to remain calm in the face of overwhelming emotion.) It had nothing to do with common sense.. I tried to ask for help and when no one wanted to go after those bastards I did it myself. I thought.. I thought getting off the drugs would be easy.. but I couldn't bear the thought of this child not being.. (She brought her other hand up to cover her mouth, shaking her head as tears slipped down her cheeks.. it was just too much.. too much was left wide open and bleeding and she wasn't emotionally strong enough to face his rejection.)

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inside -- Skeeter, 08:46:11 07/25/06 Tue
- Inside -- Gia, 08:58:37 07/25/06 Tue