Teaser Tuesday #IARTG

11039514_10153108166348959_639178523_o (2)She sat in the abortion clinic preparing to take the next step. Her heart hardened and her spirit broken, she knew she couldn’t take care of a baby. In fact, she had no desire to. She wasn’t willing to change. Besides all of that, she couldn’t introduce a child into her destructive routine. She felt like termination was the only way to protect the baby.

She watched as woman after woman and girl after girl walked through the large wooden doors. There were some that were alone, like her, and others had a friend with them. Still, others had male companions as supports for such a difficult decision.

The expression of each woman’s face could only be described as one of shock. They seemed anesthetized by the conclusion they’d come to and the situation they now found themselves in. Olivia wondered if they were terminating because of their health or maybe financial reasons. Perhaps they were making the decision after having an extramarital affair; or possibly even a rape. Whatever the reason, all of the women had the same lifeless look in their eyes and the same blank stare on their faces.

A little boy with thick dark hair and big, beautiful brown eyes stood in a vacant corner. He wore all white: a jumper hitting right above his knees with white tube socks, white leather shoes, and a white short-sleeved shirt with a pointed collar. He was completely out-of-place. She wondered who in their right mind would bring a child to an abortion clinic.

Watching the little boy carefully, she noticed how motionless he was. He reminded her of a statue in a park. She contemplated whether the child was even real, or perhaps simply a hallucination; a side effect of the heroin she shot up before she came to the clinic.

He smiled at her.

“They can’t see me,” the boy said, glancing around and then turning his gaze to Olivia again. All the while, the boy’s mouth never moved.

Olivia then realized the child radiated with subtle light, a glow like that of the ghosts she remembered being exposed to. Her gift of communication took over and she talked to the boy in her mind: “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“I’m your brother, Bryan. Remember?”

Olivia’s eyes dropped and she wrapped her arm around her stomach as she weakened with the memories of his funeral. She remembered watching her father and stepmother grieve over Bryan. He’d died as a direct result of the demonic activity at Pikeview Manor. She remembered the day it happened and sitting with her grandmother at the funeral. She recalled how her father turned himself inside out with anguish and how her stepmother stood unresponsive, shocked and hardened. She also recollected Robin sinking into a deep, grief-induced depression.

She also remembered Bryan appearing to her after his death. He explained to Olivia that he had been an old soul, and that she needed to help Robin heal and start living again, so that’s exactly what she did. Approaching Robin, she relayed the message from beyond the grave and this broke the spell of hopelessness that held Robin in chains.

“Bryan,” she thought, “why are you here?”

“I need you to make the right decision. This isn’t the right choice. Don’t do this,” he whispered in a pleasing tone.

“I have to,” she thought as she looked down at her thin, bony hands as they rested on her midsection.

“No you don’t. Some of the women in here have to do this, but you don’t. Go home. Mom and Dad will help you.”

“I can’t go home,” she thought. “How could they ever forgive me?”

“You’re not fooling anyone, Olly. You can’t keep this up. Please, listen to me. Your child is special, because she’s yours.”

“I don’t even know who the father is.”

“You don’t need to know. All you need to know is that she’s your child. She deserves the chance to fulfill her destiny. Of course, the Creator could easily use someone else, but he chose you. It was the only way.”

“The only way for what?”

He didn’t answer her questions, but instead, smiled and disappeared.

Olivia’s eyes filled with tears as she pondered Bryan’s words. She knew he was right. In her heart she knew she couldn’t go through with the abortion. So, she got up and briskly walked out of the clinic never looking back, but she wondered what to do next. She wondered how she’d raise a child on the streets.

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