Forbidden Child

By the time I arrived at the stadium it had started to rain heavily. The parking lot was nearly empty. I sped through it madly looking for Johnny's car. When I spotted it, I sped up to it, slammed my foot on the brakes and screeched to a stop/ I jumped out of the car into the pouring rain and ran with all my might through the parking lot to the player's entrance. I opened the door and ran down the cold dark hall. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him walking toward me. I grabbed him and cried, "Johnny, I'm so, so sorry baby!" He became weak in my arms and we both fell to our knees. He cried out, "I lost the game. I failed you. I lost the dream." I held him so tightly on that cold floor and with desperation, "I'm here now Johnny, I'm here." all at once he pushed himself away from me and with disgust in his voice shouted, "Where were you Christy? I looked for you! I needed you and you weren't there!" "Johnny, I'm sorry I didn't make it baby. but Frank...." He cut me off in mid-sentence and as he stood up, he flung his arms in the air and shouted, "Frank! Frank! Frank! I can't take any more of Frank!" Then he turned and walked away from me. I pleaded, "Johnny. please, I'm begging you." But he just kept walking away. As he moved out of sight I fainted. I woke up two hours later in the hospital with my doctor standing over me. He smiled, "Good morning Miss Valona." I sat up, "What am I doing here?" Still smiling, "You passed out last night young lady. I think a woman in your condition should be a little less active." I looked at him and started to laugh and laugh until finally I could say, "Are you telling me I'm pregnant?" Still with that stupid smile, " Yes, you are." I shook my head in disbelief, "Oh Go

d. When you're screwed, you're screwed." He thought I was nuts and wanted to have me psychologically evaluated, so I said, "Live through a day like I just had and then tell me that."

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