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Chapter 15: One thing

Nurses POV

"Knock, Knock." Dr Bates said on the other side of the door.

"Come in."

"need to talk to you about a patient who is in the waiting room."

"Okay."

"It is the first scan, and she is quite young. You may have to talk to her about childbirth, abortion and adoption more than other women."

"Sure, I will call her in now."

Essas POV

"Essa Knight to Midwife room 3 please." The speaker announced.

Me and Vanessa stood, women gasping and tuting at my young age. We walked up to room 3 and knocked.

"Come in."

"Hiya"

"Hello Essa, would you please lay on the bed.. Your friend-"

"Foster Sister." Vanessa smiled harshly

"-sister may sit down on the chair." The nurse said.

"The jelly may be cold." She warned.

"Think I can somehow manage that." I snapped.

I think she was used to hormonal pregnant women, as she just sighed and carried on.

"Woah Es! Your actually quite big!" Vanessa said, shocked.

"Oh gee, thanks Ness."

We took a urine sample from you last week, and baby is about 3 months. She smiled sympathetically.

"Cool."

She looked at the screen for a few moments. Then her eyebrows furrowed together in concentration, before a quiet gasp.

"Is everything okay with him?"

" Just going to get the doctor." She said, half running half walking out of the room.

"Vanessa? What's up with my baby?"

"I don't know. Doctor will, don't worry babe."

"Hello Essa." Doctor said.

He sat down and rolled around the plastic thing around my tummy.

"Do you have twins in the family?"

"I'm a twin." I whispered, knowing what was next.

"You have twins." He confirmed.

"I can handle twins, honestly." I nodded.

"They are sick twins." He smiled weakly.

I paused for a few moments.

"I- I can handle it." I croaked, voice wobbling with fear.

"I will help. She has a whole family at home."

"Do you know the father."

I shook my head quickly. This looked bad.

The doctor sighed.

"How would you feel about abortion."

"No way." Me and Vanessa said.

"You will need to come in every week for check ups."

"Okay, um-are they okay?"

"They are ill."

"Just because I'm a little young, doesn't mean I can't know what's wrong with my unborn children."

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Indie's POV

"Indigo Green! Get up NOW!"

"I'm up for fucks sake, shove off you silly bitch." I screamed to the care worker.

The younger kids giggled at my language so I gave them a mouthful to.

My name is fucked up. Indigo Green? That's like the name of a messed up paint on a colour chart.

I pulled on my onsie and went into Jazzie's room.

"Jazz..." I said.

"How much now." The 13 year old asked.

Jasmine's mum died of cancer when she was 11, and her dad couldn't handle Jazz, as she had started to rebel against him and drink. She got put here. Her dad gives her money every week though, like 20quid, he owns his own company and is minted.

"Tenner?"

"You going for cigs?"

"Yeah, going out with Essa later and wanted a couple quid."

"Come on then." She said, putting on her uggs.

Jazz's POV

We stepped out of the home. Indie was in a grubby white onesie and Nike trainers, I was already dressed, a Hollister jumper and body warmer, black leggings and my uggs.

"Wish I had all your designer gear." Indie sighed.

"Aha, it's overrated anyway."

"If it's overrated, give it me and you can have my primark stuff."

"I'll pass." I laughed

Shop Workers POV

Two girls walked into the shop. They were regulars and came most mornings for a pack of 20 roll up cigs and occasionally, a gossip mag each.

The bigger girl slapped the two magazines down on the counter.

I scanned them, a CHAT! and a TAKE A BREAK!

"Anything else."

"20 roll ups." the smaller one said.

"Extra quid because your under age and I know it."

"She handed over the 10 pound and I gave her back the change.

Liam's POV

"They won't tells what the matter with them is and it's bugging me." Essa whispered, cautious not to get heard by any of my family members.

"It's so unfair like, why can't they tell you."

"Liam."

"What."

"Is it mad to love the baby of a rapist? Like, what if they turn out like their dad?"

"These babies are not his."

"What?" She said,

"They have no dad. These beautiful children are all you, and nothing of him." I said.

She still smiled weakly, half believing me.

"I'm not going to let them be his." I smiled reassuringly.

"Thank you Liam."

"Um, Essa are you going to that end of year dance thing in june?"

"you really want to go to a dance with a heavily pregnant 15 year old?"

"If that heavily pregnant 15 year old was you, then yes."

"Okay." She smiled. "As a mate."

"Deffo." I replied

"Going now Li, me and Vanessa are going babysit tom cause Cimon and Julia are going out."

"Have fun." I laughed. She closed the door.

She's got that one thing.