The bathroom was a pristine clean white place, amazingly scrubbed down. After Kirsten moved in Bette and Angie soon found out that she was obsessed with cleaning. However only at night, right before she wnet to bed…which was around midnight. So the house could be a total mess all day, and when Bette and Angie woke up…it would be absolutely spotless. Angelica found eerie. Bette found it endearing. She also secretly liked the fact that she had the option of not cleaning at all, something she thought about but not act on. Bette cleaned the kitchen regularly…her own contribution. In fact it was amazing how peaceful the last month had been. Looking at the days leading up to it Bette was before convinced that happiness was never going to come to the Porter household. After her daughter had denied sleeping with Shad Bette sighed her relief and relaxed. Her Angie was a good girl, and she acted like a good girl…the perfect daughter in fact. She did her homework, tried not to talk back to the teachers, clean her room, washed her dishes, and even helped Bette in the garden trying to keep it alive. Angie even tried really hard to accept Kirsten into the home, it was obvious she thought it was too soon after Tina’s death….but truthfully Angelica saw that Bette was really lonely, and Kirsten filled that loneliness. She also knew Bette was very conflicted about the subject..and one day came to her and said…”it’s alright”. Sitting down in that clean pristine bathroom Angelica pissed in the clean toilet….her mind wandered to the days leading up to their ‘month of peace’. Eventually Kirsten came by the house, she was shaking only a little bit. Angelica was at the table and Bette was still sleeping on the couch when she came, so she came in quietly and sat down at the table. Whispering Angie aske dKirsten what had happened…

“i can’t tell you Angie”

“why not i was there”

“it’s between us…but i need something from you”

“what”

“i need you to not see Dina ever again”

“………fine”

 Angelica however thought differently. Kirsten wasn’t her mom and she couldn’t tell her what to do. So Angelica agreed and nodded but continued everyday after school drop by Dina’s to have a snack. Dina never told Angelica what happened but only talked about other stuff. Angelica was never sure about the woman, but she liked her…and it was also a matter of defying Kirsten. And of pride.

 And what about the boy?

 The boy continued to be in a vegetative state. He was transferred  to a home and Bette visited once a week, volunteering to massage his limbs and bringing classical music and reading to him aloud from books. Every night Bette’s heart cried….not really for what she had done because it was ‘technically’ not her fault…but for him, for what he felt he had to do. This made Bette love Angelica in ways she never thought possible, deeper stronger…she trusted her daughter now more than ever. She was perfect.

 Sitting on the toilet Angelica thought differently after doing some serious thinking. She was looking at her underwear….no blood. Her period was supposed to be two weeks ago. She stuck her longest finger, her middle finger, way up into her *****…bending over so her head was between her knees. Her finger came out slippery wet and clear….absolutely no blood at all. Wiping her finger with a kleenex Angelica started to sweat profusely. what the ***** what the ***** what the ***** what the ***** was she going to do??????  Stupid Shad stupid ***** stupid stupid stupid her!!!!!  Now Angelica really hated herself…..but wait, no yet…test…get *****’ tested. So Angelica stood up and zipped up, not even washing her hands she left the bathroom then the house….Kirsten was working and mommy was in the garden….***** em for now.

 Back in the bathroom an hour later Angelica holds the pregnancy test under her….she can’t pee. Dammit it to *****. Angelica squeezes all her crotch  muscles all her stomach muscles… finally a few drips come out…then equally as sudden a full stream. Angie’s hand gets soaked in piss…that should be enough.

 Now anyone who has ever taken a home-pregnancy test will tell you the waiting is the worst part. Waiting for that stick…waiting….angelica has her eyes closed. She closes them, then opens them.

Positive.