imagine.
you are a 14 year old boy
and one day
a strange, 45 year old woman
that you have never met
comes running at you
full speed while you
are walking home from school.
she knocks you to the ground
and kicks you in the stomach.
drags you to her car.
she pulls a screaming baby
out of a carseat and
forces it into your arms.
tells you it's yours now.
it's registered in your name.
while you stand there in
shock and disbelief
blood dripping down your face
she warns you that if you
ever tell anyone about
what just happened she
will ****** your entire family.
she gets in her car
speeds off and
you never see her again.
you go home with a
hysterical baby and
tell your parents what happened.
they just shake their heads at you.
you must have done something
to make this happen.
and so sorry,
but you have to keep that baby.
there is no other option.
you are only 14.
still, you are responsible for
making sure that baby doesn't die.
you have to figure out with your 6th grade
education how to
feed your new baby.
and get it healthcare.
and an education.
no more football games for you, son.
you don't matter anymore.
you shouldn't have been walking home
by yourself with a red shirt on.
you plead for help.
your parents don't care.
your friends can't help you.
you can't go to school anymore.
you can't pay for childcare.
and your government wants
to punish YOU.
can you imagine?
because i can.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 1:02 AM UTC
imagine.
you are a 14 year old boy
and one day
a strange, 45 year old woman
that you have never met
comes running at you
full speed while you
are walking home from school.
she knocks you to the ground
and kicks you in the stomach.
drags you to her car.
she pulls a screaming baby
out of a carseat and
forces it into your arms.
tells you it's yours now.
it's registered in your name.
while you stand there in
shock and disbelief
blood dripping down your face
she warns you that if you
ever tell anyone about
what just happened she
will ****** your entire family.
she gets in her car
speeds off and
you never see her again.
you go home with a
hysterical baby and
tell your parents what happened.
they just shake their heads at you.
you must have done something
to make this happen.
and so sorry,
but you have to keep that baby.
there is no other option.
you are only 14.
still, you are responsible for
making sure that baby doesn't die.
you have to figure out with your 6th grade
education how to
feed your new baby.
and get it healthcare.
and an education.
no more football games for you, son.
you don't matter anymore.
you shouldn't have been walking home
by yourself with a red shirt on.
you plead for help.
your parents don't care.
your friends can't help you.
you can't go to school anymore.
you can't pay for childcare.
and your government wants
to punish YOU.
can you imagine?
because i can.
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