join us,”
she announced.
“Us?” I cautiously responded.
“Oh yes.” She nodded while looking behind
me.
I turned to find Julian sitting on the couch,
leaned forward with his head in between his hands.
My jaw dropped and I had no words.
“I’m to assume you have been properly
introduced…Veronica?” she facetiously asked.
“The Madam” was not only going to beat the
shit out of me, she was going to embarrass the fuck out of me too.
Which was a far greater punishment than her putting her hands on
me.
“You know, I kept wondering why a client of
mine would keep calling to ask for another date with a Veronica.
Who the fuck is Veronica, I thought to myself. Then, when your
bastard decided to make its presence known, it all clicked. Your
baby’s daddy is looking at mandatory jail time for knocking up a
minor, darling,” she revealed with a giddy smile.
“The Madam” was enjoying each and every part
of my humiliation. She was getting off on the power and control, as
well as scaring the shit out of Julian.
“Please, the expectant mother should have a
seat. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my grandchild.”
“That’s fucking enough, Madam!” Julian
shouted, getting up off the couch.
“You know as well as I do that I am not
serving jail time. Your precious VIP organization would be held
responsible, because I will sing like a motherfucking cannery if
you so much as try to put this on me. The stories I have would put
VIP in ruins. She’s a child. What the hell did you expect would
happen? I’m held responsible for this, not her. I was high as a
fucking kite that night. I barely remember any of it,” he
responded, putting my mother in her place.
I knew he was doing it for my benefit, but I
didn’t think it was possible for my dignity and heart to break any
more than it already had.
My mother cracked her neck and moved to grab
a file off her desk.
“I made some calls. There’s a place in
Vermont that will take her for the duration of her pregnancy. It’s
a five star resort for expectant teen mothers that are high
profile. No one will find out, and the second she delivers, the
child goes up for adoption. I need you to sign off on this form
before I can proceed.” she handed him a file.
“It’s a confidentiality agreement. You agree
to not speak a word of this and to sign off all rights to the
child.” He nodded and immediately signed the last page of the
document. He threw the file on the table and acknowledged me for
the first time.
“Oh, and by the way, you’re no longer a
client of VIP. Now get the fuck out.” He didn’t address my mother’s
malicious words or even look at back her. He walked over to me and
grabbed my chin to make me look at his eyes.
“You will understand this one day, kitten, I
am so sorry.” He kissed the tip of my nose and left.
And I never saw him again…
Chapter 7
In the
weeks that followed, my mother made preparations for my “mini
vacation” as she called it. I started to experience pregnancy
symptoms and to this day have no idea why women consensually put
themselves through that. I loathed being pregnant, all I wanted to
do was get high or drunk and I couldn’t do that either.
I was in an auto pilot state of mind.
“This will be over before you know it,
darling. Then you will return home good as new, and we can move
forward toward your destiny. This is just a speed bump in the
road.” She pulled me into a tight embrace.
“Will I see you while I’m there?” I asked,
burying my face in her neck.
“Of course, I will come see you as often as I
can. I will also be there for the delivery. This will be done and
over with before you know it, Lilith, I promise,” she said.
She pulled away, grabbed my face, kissed my
forehead, told me she loved me, and sent me on my way.
My mother wasn’t lying when she said The
Oasis was a five-star resort, it was the Betty Ford Clinic for
expectant teenage mothers. I made friends with some of the
she announced.
“Us?” I cautiously responded.
“Oh yes.” She nodded while looking behind
me.
I turned to find Julian sitting on the couch,
leaned forward with his head in between his hands.
My jaw dropped and I had no words.
“I’m to assume you have been properly
introduced…Veronica?” she facetiously asked.
“The Madam” was not only going to beat the
shit out of me, she was going to embarrass the fuck out of me too.
Which was a far greater punishment than her putting her hands on
me.
“You know, I kept wondering why a client of
mine would keep calling to ask for another date with a Veronica.
Who the fuck is Veronica, I thought to myself. Then, when your
bastard decided to make its presence known, it all clicked. Your
baby’s daddy is looking at mandatory jail time for knocking up a
minor, darling,” she revealed with a giddy smile.
“The Madam” was enjoying each and every part
of my humiliation. She was getting off on the power and control, as
well as scaring the shit out of Julian.
“Please, the expectant mother should have a
seat. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my grandchild.”
“That’s fucking enough, Madam!” Julian
shouted, getting up off the couch.
“You know as well as I do that I am not
serving jail time. Your precious VIP organization would be held
responsible, because I will sing like a motherfucking cannery if
you so much as try to put this on me. The stories I have would put
VIP in ruins. She’s a child. What the hell did you expect would
happen? I’m held responsible for this, not her. I was high as a
fucking kite that night. I barely remember any of it,” he
responded, putting my mother in her place.
I knew he was doing it for my benefit, but I
didn’t think it was possible for my dignity and heart to break any
more than it already had.
My mother cracked her neck and moved to grab
a file off her desk.
“I made some calls. There’s a place in
Vermont that will take her for the duration of her pregnancy. It’s
a five star resort for expectant teen mothers that are high
profile. No one will find out, and the second she delivers, the
child goes up for adoption. I need you to sign off on this form
before I can proceed.” she handed him a file.
“It’s a confidentiality agreement. You agree
to not speak a word of this and to sign off all rights to the
child.” He nodded and immediately signed the last page of the
document. He threw the file on the table and acknowledged me for
the first time.
“Oh, and by the way, you’re no longer a
client of VIP. Now get the fuck out.” He didn’t address my mother’s
malicious words or even look at back her. He walked over to me and
grabbed my chin to make me look at his eyes.
“You will understand this one day, kitten, I
am so sorry.” He kissed the tip of my nose and left.
And I never saw him again…
Chapter 7
In the
weeks that followed, my mother made preparations for my “mini
vacation” as she called it. I started to experience pregnancy
symptoms and to this day have no idea why women consensually put
themselves through that. I loathed being pregnant, all I wanted to
do was get high or drunk and I couldn’t do that either.
I was in an auto pilot state of mind.
“This will be over before you know it,
darling. Then you will return home good as new, and we can move
forward toward your destiny. This is just a speed bump in the
road.” She pulled me into a tight embrace.
“Will I see you while I’m there?” I asked,
burying my face in her neck.
“Of course, I will come see you as often as I
can. I will also be there for the delivery. This will be done and
over with before you know it, Lilith, I promise,” she said.
She pulled away, grabbed my face, kissed my
forehead, told me she loved me, and sent me on my way.
My mother wasn’t lying when she said The
Oasis was a five-star resort, it was the Betty Ford Clinic for
expectant teenage mothers. I made friends with some of the
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