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Just a mini post, NOT part of the story, but wanted to post to keep everyone in the loop that I am planning on continuing the story soon. I just need to read it again myself. Come by and check out the new layout.-Cathie

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Continued... Speculation ran wild about the young girl who'd been seen thrashing about in the hallway for well over 2 weeks after the event. It was primarily thought to be believed that she was a mental patient. Everyone knew that the hospital wasn't just for pregnant young girls who all claimed to have conceived by immaculate means. No one talked about who the other people there were,

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Continued... Sorry this took so long... The medication that had been pumped into Shahirah was still working its magic. If she dreampt that night, she had no recolection...which was just what she wanted. She woke to the smell of bacon and orange juice, and the flash of light that came streaming into her room through the curtains as they were thrown open. Jan perched on the edge of Sahirah's

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Continued... Amy and Mark had decided to stay in a local motel. Since the bus ride was long, and they'd only bought one way tickets, not knowing how long they'd be, it made more sense. Anyway, a snowstorm had hit and was dumping snow over their area. A 12 car pile-up had been reported on the news. Sahirah stood at the payphones, watching the whiteout snow as she talked to Jamie. "Mark

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Continued... That night, as Sahirah lay in the bed reading through a magazine slowly, her door opened and in walked both Mark and Amy. Sahirah set the magazine down and tried to sit up but her body was like lead. "Don't try to sit up, just relax." Mark said as he sat on the edge near her. "How'd you guys find out?" Sahirah asked. "I got a phone call and called Amy. We can't stay more than

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Continued... * * * Mark thanks Jan for the information and hung up the phone, throwing together a duffel bag of clothes. He picked up the cordless and dialed Sahirah's mother to let her know what was going on, then went downstairs to find his own mom. She was sitting amidst a group of planners. She never worked...but on occassion, she would have contractors over and they would go

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Continued... The call to Mark took about $4 in change and the word at the hospital got around quick that she was expecting a boy and girl. Mark was thrilled though Sahirah knew that he still harbored reserved feelings about the whole situation. Johnathan Michael Bendel...Sahirah decided not to argue with Mark about the name. She didn't mind Johnathan but the middle name didn't seem to fit.

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Continued... Sahirah had settled down into bed early. She was exausted even though she didn't do anything strenuous. It was expected. She was expecting. Her dreams though were not comforting. She'd had nightmares about the hospital stealing her babies and selling them like in a movie she'd seen. Needless to say she was up early the next morning, awaiting her own ultrasound. She showered

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Continued... Time flew by at Havenridge. The nurses and doctors always kept you busy. There were activity coordinators and excursion planners. Trips to a local museum, the zoo, supermarket, church, and other various locations were planned out like they were all of utmost importance and scheduled 2 weeks in advance. Every Sunday the people of the center would go to church, then the pregnant

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Continued... Sahirah listened intently to the story Jan told to her about Avri and the dead baby. It seemed strange that there’d been 2 births now and no living babies to prove it. It had to be a conspiracy. To Sahirah, there just was no other answer. She decided that she didn’t want to be there anymore. What if they took her twins and didn’t give them back, then told everyone they were

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Continued... As the week went by, Sahirah and Jan both grew accustomed to the routine set by the hospital. When the weekend finally came, Mark was on the first bus up to see Sahirah. She introduced him to Jan and told him all about Karen and her baby and the seemingly mysterious corridore where they saw the nursery. "Mark, I swear that the little one in the incubator had just been born...I

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Continued... "Karen?" Sahirah approached her slowly. "Are you okay?" Karen turned her gaze toward Sahirah and Jan. Jan watched, a little horrified by the expression on Karen's face. "Sahirah, I'm going to be going home tonight...they said they would pack my things and get me a ticket." "Karen...are you okay? What about the baby?" Sahirah questioned. "He didn't live." Karen broke down into

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Continued... With nothing better to do, Sahirah sat down to catch up on some homework. After what seemed to be a few hours, she looks up at the clock and realized it had only been about 45 minutes. This was just no good. She was really nervous and she hardley knew Karen. She got up to stretch and walk around the room some, looking out the windows to see what kind of view there was today of

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Continued... After about 3 days at the hospital, Sahirah began to realize that this place was very creepy. There were about 50 women and girls who were all pregnant and all of them claimed to have become pregnant without sex...or at least to the nurses and doctors. There were a few who truly did keep up the facade but Sahirah and Karen usually noted that they were off in lululand generally and

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Continued... Havenridge. So this was where she'd spend the next 6 1/2 months. At least her room was more like an apartment. She'd pictured it rather like Mark had...white walls...bars on the window. Karen adjusted her feet, putting them up on the coffee table. "So, how far along are you?" She asked, looking at Sahirah. "About 10 weeks. Um...is everyone here pregnant?" Sahirah asked. "No.

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Continued... Sahirah's next week at school was just as strange as the dream she'd had. She had paperwork to fill out to change her last name, everyone in the school was talking about her wedding, and to top it all off, she wasn't fitting her old jeans anymore. Overalls would have to become the style. She carried her backpack around with her to all of her classes. Inside was the bus ticket

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Continued... Sahirah rolled mark off of her...she was a little disappointed. Then again, it had been a long day. She got up quietly and pulled her robe on, sneaking out into the hall, then to the bathroom to clean herself up. No blood...she'd been scared from everything she'd read. It was official though now and she crept back to the room and climbed back into the bed. For three hours she

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'R' Rated Version of This Section This section is the same as below, but it has been censored for readers who would rather not read graphic material. Please know, however, that it contains sexually explicit material and is not intended for children. Continued... Sahirah could feel the warmth emanating from Mark and was thankful for it. She reached up for the loosened tie and slid it out

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'X' Rated Version of This Section Please continue scrolling up for the more timid version of this section if you'd rather read a less graphic one. Continued... Sahirah could feel the warmth emanating from Mark and was thankful for it. She reached up for the loosened tie and slid it out from under his collar, tossing it down to where his pants lay. Mark wasn’t the jock type. He didn’t play

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Continued... After everyone had left, leaving gifts and cards for the new couple, the cleanup commenced. So much food! Not all of it would fit into the fridge, so Sahirah’s mother brought the rest back to her place. Sahirah helped vacuum the living room and sweep the kitchen, while Mark loaded the dishwasher and moved the furniture back to it’s original place. By the time they’d finished, it

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Chapter 3 (This is the start of Chapter 3. Not 2, as I had mistakenly put) The wedding had gone beautifully. Even though it had been last minute, and quite unplanned...unexpected even...everyone was quite happy with the turn out. The small reception was also perfect. Of course none of this was her dream wedding and reception, but maybe when they were older they'd renew and throw a big

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Continued...The Wedding Sahirah's eyes opened on the morning of her wedding. It had come at last. Or had it come too soon? A light frost covered the windows and a fresh coating of snow had dusted the lawn. She stood by her window wonderring if she'd feel the same after she'd become Sahirah Bendel forever giving up the name Sahirah Yarae. A gentle knock at her door made her turn away from the

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Continued... It was a chore arranging for everything to be brought to Sahirah's mother's new apartment but it ended up going smoothly. Sahirah's mother had rushed right over to the school when she'd found out that she had fainted. It was facing her mother and convincing her that she was fine that was actually the chore. Mark of course, obsessed over it the moment he walked in the door at

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Continued... She didn't know why it made her nervous, but something about a lock box always did. Maybe it was the fact that anything could be inside...but this was the Reverend Jacobs...it couldn't be anything terrible. He looked up as she walked into the office, with a big smile. "Sahirah! I just wanted to give this to your family. The church knows of the hardships you all have endured with

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Continued... Sahirah woke up to a small knock on her door and looked at her clock, thent he small tear-off calander next to it. she tore a page off and noted that there were now only 4 days. She would be Mrs. Sahirah Bendel. It didn't sound bad actually. She slid out of bed when the next soft knock came and slipped her slippers on. Mark stood at the door with one white long-stem rose in his

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Continued... Five days to the wedding and nearly everything was ready. Her dress would be done in time, the invites had already been sent and everyone had called to R.S.V.P. The church was booked and paid for, and there would be a small reception at Mark's home following the wedding. Sahirah sat on the bed in the spare room, which would end up being her's and Mark's after they were married.

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Continued... It was a ticket...a bus ticket to be more specific. She turned it over, expecting to see words written on it but there weren't any. She almost breathed a sigh of relief. Then she became puzzled and looked up at Anjelita. "What's this for?" "My offices are about 4 hours north of here. That's why it took me so long to get here. I couldn't find the time to schedule it. So I

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Continued... Twins...it had NEVER even crossed her mind. All at once she felt she would throw up right there. Mark repeated the doctor's words but Sahirah's ears were deaf to everything at that moment. Okay, so there had been one set of twins in her family that she knew of...but that was ages ago. Her great-great-great Grandmother or something, was a twin. And not even identical from what

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Sahirah's mother had found a 2-bedroom apartment that only she and Aaron would be moving into. Sahirah would be living with Mark and his parents. As she sat scooping out the inards of a pumpkin, she thought about her baby. Tomorrow she would know what was going on and why her tests were abnormal. Did she want to know? Worse off, the planning for the wedding was so fast it was making her head

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Continued... "You okay?" Mark asked. "It's true..." Sahirah sniffled. "What?" "I didn't really believe it until I heard the heart..." She uncovered her damp face. "You don't want it do you?" He asked more as a statement. "Mark, I don't know what I want. I wanted to wait until I was older..." "Things happen for reasons, right? But...Sahirah...it's been botherring me. I mean, they will

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Continued... This section is dedicated to Helen Connolly (1915-2003) Sahirah and Mark set to taking care of the baby, Timothy, under the watchful eyes of Marks paretns and Sahirah's mother. Within an hour, Timothy was crying, they didn't know why, and couldn't make him stop. Just then, the doorbell rang. In all the commotion, only little Aaron was able to hear it. He got up from his video (

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Continued... As the snow melted and school resumed, their wedding was planned. It would be held in only 3 weeks. The invites were sent out right away, and of course phone calls came in about it but it was simply explained that they believed Sahirah and Mark were both mature enough and would be living at home for a while, and both would continue school. It quelled the storm a little, and while

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Continued... "You want us to what??" Sahirah sat down trying to control her temper. "Sahirah, I think, under the circumstances, that it would be best if...well the three of us think it would be best if you and Mark were married. As soon as possible. That way you will be married when the baby is born." Sahirah's mother spoke up. "We're 16! And in high school! Well okay Mark's 17 but still!"

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Continued... The four of them stood watching the firefighters putting out the blaze, shiverring. Each had a black wook blanket around their shoulders and several neighbors were out, watching the ordeal. Aaron was now sobbing while Sahirah just stared. Somehow this just didn't seem strange. It seemed to fit in with the bizzare things going on in her life. The snow had finaly let up at least,

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Chapter 2 News stations broke in about the blizzard that was sweeping across the city. School would be shut down until roads could be cleared, which could take 2 days or more. Mark sat in a chair in Sahirah's living room, across from Sahirah who sat on the couch next to Aaron. Their mother sat on a stool at the penninsula between the kitchen and living room. Secretly Sahirah was glad

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Continued... Mark drank a few gulps of his coffee. It was hot and the steam swirled from the rim of the mug, but the heat didn't bother him. She waited patiently though her nerves were completely frazzled. Finally, as he swirled the last bit of coffee in the mug and drank it down, he looked at her. He'd been keeping his eyes diverted the entire time, scanning the counter and other various

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Continued... When she awoke again, she was the last one remaining on the bus and the driver was calling out for her to wake up and get off. She stood and exited the bus, a little apprehensive and confused. It looked like a normal bus station...normal enough anyway. The doors closed behind her and the bus drove off. She walked over to a vender who handed her freely a cup of coffee. "Thank

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Continued... Reverend Jacobs waited for Sahirah to start. He'd known her for most of her life, and knew Aaron all of his life. He was like family in some ways. After a minute, he decided to speak up. "You have a confession to make, Sahirah?" "Well...not really...I'm just really confused." "About why my dear? Maybe I can help." "I uphold all the virtues..." she was trying to remain calm,

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Continued... Sahirah sat on the couch, the cold disolving slowly from her as the room's heat warmed her. Was this a nightmare? It had to be. That's the only thing that seemed to make sense. Her mother walked over to her and sat beside her. Both were quiet for a moment. "Were you raped? Is that why you're not admitting it?" She'd just come out and said it, no emotion, no hesitancy. It

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Continued... School dragged on, and Sahirah was only comforted by the fact that Mark wasn't ignoring her. whispers follwed her to every class. Girls spoke in the smoke-filled bathroom about the cheerleader who was pregnant. Lunch was usual...a drone of voices...none that stood out to alert her that she was being talked about. No cheer practice that evening. The bus ride home was quiet and

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Continued... Sahirah's ride dropped her off infront of her trailor and pulled away. She could already see that look on her mother's face. She knew. She'd heard. Then she noticed Mark's parents' car. They were here. Sitting in her living room, waiting for her to come in so that they could pass judgement on her without knowing what's really going on. She looked around at the rest of the

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Continued... The weekend of homecoming finally ended and school on Monday just plain sucked. Mark avoided Sahirah all morning, and the morning sickness she was having was getting worse. Still, she denied to herself that she was pregnant. It just wasn't a possibility. She was only one missed period from having a hysterctomy...and actually, she'd just missed her period...so it seemed like

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Continued... With a box of cherry Jell-O and a can of chicken noodle soup, Mark through the trailer park to Sahirah's aid. Her knight in shining armor. They spent the day watching video's mostly. The phone rang and Sahirah answered it. Amy was wanting her to come over to take the test. Sahirah began protesting. "Amy I tell you it's impossible. I know you all don't believe me but I didn't

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Continued... Homecoming was everything it had come to be known for. Slightly boring, same old, same old. Sahirah loved getting dressed up, and most of all she loved to see Mark get dressed up. His usual was a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a flannel over that in the winter. Now here he was looking quite dapper. She had to have pictures. Since she was 12 she had been making scrapbooks, into

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Continued... Try outs went weel enough for Sahirah. The girls that the coach chose for the upcoming competition would be assets to the team for sure. And the game went smoothly. Her stage fright took back stage as the spotlight shone. This was her favorite time of year. The crisp air, the slight smell of burning leaves, Halloween bon fires, the Homecoming Dance...everything seemed so fast

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Continued... The teacher droned on about allels and genetics. Sahirah's tiny tape recorder picked it all up. She needed one for this class. This teacher never looked as his class. He just kept his back to it and continuously wrote on the board all the while speaking like that Ben Stein guy's character in "Ferris Beuller's Day Off." She'd review it all right before bed. That way she was

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Chapter 1 As Sahirah turned her alarm clock off at 5:45 AM, she rolled over onto her side feeling rather ill. Mondays. Who likes Mondays? Why even have a Monday on the calander? Because of course then everyone would hate Tuesdays. Today was the day she had to watch try-outs for the Cheerleading team and help Coach Dee decide which girls would make it and which would not. It had been a month

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The Gift Preface Sahirah hated her school...but that didn't keep her from being one of the most popular kids there. Captain of the Junior Varsity Cheerleading Squad, member of the Student Council, Honor Roll Society, and in the Choir...yep, that was her. And she hated it. She always told people "Don't get me wrong, I love the stuff I'm in, I just hate this school." She had grown up in this

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