after mikey and my parents left for work i sat around waiting for frank to arrive. I would be lying if i said i was ready for this talk but it had to happen and it was a friday so he wouldn’t be able to go to school the next day and tell everyone about me

at 8:30 there was a quiet knock on the front door. I stood up and opened it seeing very cold looking frank considering flu in jersey is freezing.

“hey come in.”

“hey thanks.” he said stepping in and kicking off his shoes and jacket.
“So…”

“here sit down.” he looked at me nervously but did what i said.

“look if this is about us and the sex-“

“no its..well its not about the sex it uh…i had a miscarriage.”
“oh shit what? like ashley”

“no like me. i had a miscarriage. i’m a hermaphrodite.”

frank just stared at me “look it up.” i told him choking on my words slightly.

He took out his phone and looked at me “how do you spell it?”

“h-e-r-m-a-p-h-r-o-d-i-t-e” i said spelling it aloud.

As the screen was loading i was debating whether to run to my room and hide or not.

“a human with both reproductive organ systems, having both a-okay what is this?”

“it’s…it’s what i am, and frank i swear i didn’t know when this started i didn’t mean to. if you hate me i get it ill leave you alone.”

“woah woah wait before you go anywhere I'm totally fucking lost about what this has to do with you or me.”

“frank i was out of school all week because i found out I'm a hermaphrodite in a pretty brutal way and im sorry.”

“your telling me your a girl? dude you have adick ive seen it. multiple times. “

“but i also have a uterus frank, a womb that i didn’t know about.”

“a womb, like a- wait miscarriage?” he asked suddenly, i nodded. “you had a miscariage, and you’e been taking it up the ass from me for a while- please tell me your not being serious.”

“im so sorry.”

“you’re lying.”

“frank i was pregnant with your kid and we lost it.”

“Gerard thats not fucking true.”

“frank i got drunk at your party and all the alcohol it just…”

he satred at me with hard eyes. “id ont believe you what kind of sick joke is this?!” he asked angrily.

“i’m not fucking lying! i had to deliver our dead baby and i saw it! it was real and it was your kid too!”

“im leaving. call me when you want to apologize. if you wanted to stop having sex with me you could’ve just said no instead of pulling this elaborate bullshit.” he spat.

I sat on the couch crying not wanting to go after him. Our kid was dead and he didn’t even care, but worse than that he didn’t even believe that it was real.

Notes

short and horribly erred chapter that i will fix later. now for why i wanted you to read these.

On my page i have posted a new story that is finished. My story. Today has been one year since my sexual assault and i want people to be able to talk to me. the stories there if you'd want to read it but i wanted to tell you all about because I'm here if you want to talk or are scared. i was scared shitless to talk about it at first but i eventually did and it was great.

I'm always here.

xoxox
mcrlove