No, this baby was a fucking disaster. Morro Valencio had promised you big things--if you knew what he meant as he winked (and you knew what he meant) as well as a car with no roof and not the kind your brother drove around in after he failed to read the low clearance sign when the inbred Berkshire he'd stolen from up the road slid off his roof and into his field of vision consequentially saving its own bacon. He would always tell that one with the bacon quip at the end, and generally speaking the ladies adored him for his sense of humor.
* * *
The idea was to get your idiot boyfriend out of the picture so that you'd never hear from him again. He was the one who had convinced you to keep this stupid kid the one that would no doubt come out with some massive abnormality anyway, the amount you smoked to keep your figure. It wasn't so long back the Gliggen's had their boy with a brain on the outside. What good is a brain like that? You knew you were making the right choice here and no matter who you hurt, Morro would soon be there to wash it all away under those crystal California waves.
Morro had given you the name of a guy who would give you what you needed. It was a vial of liquid that would induce the baby's birth prematurely, but once took you'd better get yourself to a hospital quick smart he told you. You had a better idea. You would sneak into your boyfriend's work on a Sunday night and dispose of the foetus there. You would place it in one of the display toilets and leave it for him to find when he opened up the following morning. Maybe you would leave a note as well. Something that would let him know how much of a loser he was for ever loving you in the first place.
Morro had given you the name of a guy who would give you what you needed. It was a vial of liquid that would induce the baby's birth prematurely, but once took you'd better get yourself to a hospital quick smart he told you. You had a better idea. You would sneak into your boyfriend's work on a Sunday night and dispose of the foetus there. You would place it in one of the display toilets and leave it for him to find when he opened up the following morning. Maybe you would leave a note as well. Something that would let him know how much of a loser he was for ever loving you in the first place.
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You snuck out in the early hours and took his truck. You planned on leaving it there and having Morro pick you up when the whole thing was over. Maybe set it on fire also. On the way over you drank the contents of the vial. It tasted like chlorine and burnt the back of your throat and it took a deep breath not to vomit.
Stumbling around in the dark you finally found it and took a seat. You sat for about fifteen minutes before you started to feel something. He was kicking hard. You punched back at your own stomach thinking about your idiot boyfriend sitting at home studying for that stupid software engineering degree he had almost finished. While you'd be living it up in some mansion sleeping with all of Morro's super hot friends and--you felt very ill then.
Apparently the kid was more on his dad's side than yours. Even though he didn't have a full formed brain yet, and was scientifically unable to form an opinion of you, well he still thought of you as a particularly vile blemish upon the species. And so he wasn't going down without a fight. The stillborn knew he would find a way in his final moments--and he found a way, to break through the womb and grab hold of whatever manner of slimey putrified organs you possesed inside this body and he would take them with him all the way down to the bottom of a display toilet in Hank's Handy Hardware, and if you wanted them back you'd have to pry them from his tiny little dead fingers, bitch.
Stumbling around in the dark you finally found it and took a seat. You sat for about fifteen minutes before you started to feel something. He was kicking hard. You punched back at your own stomach thinking about your idiot boyfriend sitting at home studying for that stupid software engineering degree he had almost finished. While you'd be living it up in some mansion sleeping with all of Morro's super hot friends and--you felt very ill then.
Apparently the kid was more on his dad's side than yours. Even though he didn't have a full formed brain yet, and was scientifically unable to form an opinion of you, well he still thought of you as a particularly vile blemish upon the species. And so he wasn't going down without a fight. The stillborn knew he would find a way in his final moments--and he found a way, to break through the womb and grab hold of whatever manner of slimey putrified organs you possesed inside this body and he would take them with him all the way down to the bottom of a display toilet in Hank's Handy Hardware, and if you wanted them back you'd have to pry them from his tiny little dead fingers, bitch.
