Forgetting - Part 5

"What the hell are you doing? Stop it, Kim, stop it!" I jump on her and we start fighting. She may not look it, but she can sure throw a punch.

"Why me? Why now?" She yelled.

"You're the one beating the crap out of yourself!"

"This shouldn't have happened. I don't understand!"

"What don't you understand?"

"Get off of me damn it! I need to do this!"

“Do what? I don’t understand what you’re trying to say Kim!”

“Just leave me alone Julia! I don’t need anyone!”

I punch her face and she stops the frantic fight. Her lip is bleeding but she doesn’t look like she cares.

“Tell me what the hell is going on.” I demand after a few seconds of silence.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“Fine.”

I wait for her to go on but she doesn’t. “Well?”

“I’m not sure…I don’t know…it’s weird but I guess…” She keeps trailing off the end of sentences.

“What? Tell me. Trust me. Come on. You used to tell me everything. You can still talk to me. Talk. Kim. Talk.”

I can see that I’m pressuring her and she finally snaps shouting at me, “I’m pregnant alright?”

I stop and take a step back. My sister has always been more than careful. She assured me after the shock of her coming home and saying, “Jules, I had sex” that this would never happen. She’s always been so strong and at this moment she looks so venerable and weak.

“What are you gonna do?” I ask quietly.

“I need you Jules. We have to get rid of it.” She’s staring at me with such a penetrating gaze that I’m scared of what she would do if I said no.

“Why me?”

“You’ve always been here for me. You’re my sister.”

And with her simple answer, I’m in.

"I'll call a clinic for you. It'll be gone by the end of the week and we can forget it ever happened."

"I know I can always count on you Jules."

I realize just how much I love my sister. I love her enough to kill an innocent unborn child to keep her safe. Either that or I'm an idiot.