"Spence if it’s to hard for you we can finish later"

"No I’m fine. I need to get this out." Ashley nodded for me to continue.

"This next part is really hard for me to think about. You’re probably thinking that Stan found out and beat me hard enough to cause a miscarriage. Right? He didn’t though. They didn’t even find out until after I lost her. The following Tuesday I had everything set for me to disappear forever. I had packed clothes and all the money I had plus whatever I could find around the house. I even had a friend make me a fake I.D. So I could get a job since I was only fourteen. My plan was to leave directly after school the following day since no one would be home until late. I wouldn’t be missed until much later. About half way through the school day, I started having cramps. I never saw any blood when I went to the bathroom though. I just figured it was normal. By the time I got home the pain was so bad I could hardly walk. I went into the bathroom as soon as I got home. That was when I saw the blood for the first time. I knew I was going to have to tell someone now. I called my aunt and told her I needed to go to the emergency room. She came, got me, and took me down there. While I was with the doctors, she must have called them because the next thing I new I was looking at them. The doctors must have told them that I miscarried because they looked furious. I remember my mom screaming at me. She was asking me who the father was and how could I be so stupid to have sex at my age. Stan knew he was the father I could tell just from his face. They both left muttering something about me always being a disappointment or something along those lines." I looked over at Ashley. She had tears in her eyes too.

She looked at me for moment and wrapped her arms around me. I really needed that.

"The doctor came in a little later. He told me the reason I lost the baby was that my body was too weak. There was also damage to my inner walls according to him. They kept me in the hospital for three days. I never saw anybody except the doctors and nurses. I cried the whole time I was there. That was the day I realized I had no one to help me or comfort me. When I came home, I wished I was dead." I couldn’t stop crying after that.