'Secrets...'

“@#$%^ didn't I tell you mind your @#$%^&' business?” Once we heard the rumbling we knew what was going on...

“Get the @#$% off me @#$%^!” Sissy yelled. Jordan and I were laughing with our hands over our mouths as we could tell that my mother was choking her...

“Trudy, get the @#$% off me!” my mother yelled.

“Trenice come back...” Jordan tried to stop me but I was in the door already...

“Get the @#$% off my mother!” I yelled as I snatched Aunt Trudy by the back of the shirt...

“@#$%^ please,” Aunt Trudy said as she pushed me to the floor...

“Bang!”

"Trenice I can’t help you if you won’t let me…”

“You wanna help me Dr.?”

“You don’t even have to ask Trenice…”

“How the @#$% am I supposed to continue with this pregnancy knowing I could be carrying a rapists’ child? How the @#$% am I supposed to make Jordan understand why we both need to be tested for HIV again? Let’s see – honey I didn’t cheat on you but this baby may not be yours and there’s a chance I could’ve infected you with HIV – think that’ll go over well doctor?”