Chapter 2

Jane's mother, Fay, Ohio, is a a typical teen. That is until she lives through a horrific incident that changes everything she ever imagined about her future.

FAY

1930 Shaker Heights, Ohio

"She hasn't had her period in over a month!" I heard my mother cry to my father as I hid behind my bedroom door. I share a room with my two younger sisters, who are currently playing in our small yard with other neighborhood kids.

"She's only sixteen years old for Christ's sake!" My mother sobs. I hear my father's shoes clicking on the linoleum kitchen floor. I imagine his face, stern, disappointed, concerned,  and furious all at the same time. I can tell he's pacing back and forth. My palms are sweaty as I dig my long finger nails into the palms of my hand. Focusing on this pain, helps ease the pain of the other. The pain I am causing my parents. The pain my father experiences because of what he did. 

I wish I could reach up into my womb right now and pull out whatever monster he planted inside of me. I wish I could somehow make myself vomit. Vomit so hard, the thing would lose grasp and exit this earth right through the pipes of our toilet. Where it belongs for all I care. 

I curl my fist so tight, my nails grind into my flesh. I can feel the skin break and I release, as the warm liquid surfaces. I punch my stomach hard three times. Will this do it? Will this get rid of the nightmare that I can't awaken from. Such a fool I am. I am so disgusting. So filthy. Oh dear God help me. Tightly I close my eyes and wish I could just escape into this darkness and never return. But, when I open my eyes, I am still in my bedroom. Still standing behind the cracked door, listening more closely. For What? For my father's words? My father's reaction to this major blow my mother provides. I hear nothing though. Not even the movement of his shoes. There is silence and I am more confused than ever. Just then Lizzy and Mary walk through the porch door. I can hear them giggle, and for a moment, reality returns.

My father avoids interacting with me the entire night. In fact, by the end of the week, he has managed to not look at me nor speak a single phrase. I am ashamed that I have caused this distance and perhaps our relationship will never be the same. No more intellectual debates on politics. No more compliments on my dinners he loved so much. No more goodnight hugs and butterfly kisses. Maybe he has written me off for good and now I am dead to him. Maybe, I am dead to him,  like how I wish this disaster inside of me were dead. But that would be too simple. Instead I must carry it as it's nasty heart continues to beat and grow. Even when I try so hard not to eat, my stomach continues to expand. Furious each day at this continuing growth, I am more disgusted at the expansion of my breasts, a*s and thighs. 

I am disgusting and I know whats coming. As this thing inside me continues to grow and fatten me up, soon my sisters suspicion will grow as well. Soon it will be obvious to them, my teachers and peers at school. And soon, I will hear the words and be sent away. Just like Martha. She was sent away last spring. She didn't come back either, until the following winter. Thinner and glowing. When she returned, though, she was not the same. Being my best friend, she confided in me all her secrets. I remember the shame she felt and I empathized with her. I felt her pain, but living through it myself, I now understand her humiliation and fear. What I shared for her, was only a fraction, a small degree of how she must've truly felt. 

However Martha's "fix," was not as shameful as this! I am certain she felt ashamed, but the whole circumstance differs.  At least her pregnancy was due to experimenting sexually with her long term boyfriend. A boy who she'll probably marry after high school. A boy who will become the father of her, "real," baby. 

Me on the other hand, well lets just say there was no love involved with whats inside me now. I didn't even know his full name. Not that if I had the chance, being he was a normal gentleman that is, would I have given him the time of day.

And somehow I am surviving this. Somehow I make it through the days and nights. It's not easy, though. Just thinking of him, makes me want to puke. And that's exactly what I do as I succumb to the nausea I feel during class. I quickly run out to the girls bathroom. I hurl so hard, tears form and I feel my face burn as if I have a fever. I flush the toilet and watch the bubbly acidic fluid wash away. 

Opening the door, I rush to the sink and peer at my tear stained face. I use my hand to first wipe my mouth, and then check my breath. I feel numb as I look around and realize I've chosen the ladies room I have purposely avoided, the passed six months. 

I try to suppress the visions. The uninvited nightmares that forcefully push their way through my memory.  The same as he pushed his way into me on that horrid day. Unwanted, he and this memory. How they both violate me over and over again!

Reviews

[reflectingus]

This is such a great continuation to the intro you gave (first chapter). I can feel the beginning of a great book, the story itself is pretty awesome! The first part was great, though now I'm starting to get a clearer vision of this story. I love the way you describe the emotions felt by this teen, the disgust, the guilt, all has been put across awesomely, and I couldn't help but get so immersed in your writing. And you make it sound so interesting, I love how it sounds casual and friendly, as if the protagonist is just simply talking to you. However, I got a little confused because of the point of view. You said this is Jane's mother's point of view, right? But the first chapter was Jane's point of view. I'd suggest you to use just one perspective throughout, so readers won't get confused in each chapter. Or maybe you can make it very clear, and start a part II of the book, where the present Jane would take over the story. Or you could just use third person omniscient. THe reason I say that is, because you won't have to shift perspectives, and it's a lot easier to write, and you can add so much details if you know everything. However, that's just my suggestion. Other than that, I find your writing flawless, I'm so eager to read the next chapter! Keep writingg!

[Michael G.]

I can feel the pain of the situation. Keep going with this.

[Lynn's Corner]

Continuation of "MY Way" This is Janey's mother. It is part of her story, which of course is the beginning of Jane's legacy. I have more of Fay's story, as well as The third woman's story, which relates to Jack's upbringing. Please leave review. Please let me know if you are interested in reading more. Then I will post. Thank you, and please know, I will read your's and review as well.