My eighteen year old sister Ashley came to stay with me before the baby was born to help out and to get me to the hospital when the baby came. Sure enough, the day that I had dreaded and looked forward to came and my water broke. I was in the shower just enjoying the warm water on my aching back when I felt a gush flow out of me. I looked down at the shower floor and saw the mixture of blood and other colorful fluids running down the drain and I was just dumbfounded by the sight. I had loved being pregnant and full of life and now it was about to be over and I found myself a little wistful, forgetting how I'd come to be this way.
Well, I figured, I'm in the shower and this is the best place for this. I went ahead and finished my hair and then shaved my armpits and my bikini line as best I could. Shaving my legs with a watermelon in my belly was out of the question!
Ashley was blown away at how calm I was when I told her that it was time to go to the hospital and she took a moment to realize that I was serious.
Ashley was frantic all the way to the hospital and I really don't remember anything she'd said to me along the way. I was lost in the past thinking about how this moment, just before the birth of my daughter, had come about due to my being raped. The contractions I was suffering through, each one of them, reminded me of his raping cock, thrusting in me...spurting in me. And I had no idea who he was. I'd told my family about my ordeal and they wanted me to go to the police and I'd refused. I have to say that I love them all the more for standing by me and then sending my little sister to help with the baby and to really just be someone I could cry with.
Sometimes, though, Ashley made me cry as I saw her walk around the apartment in her tank top and shorts and I saw her fawn-like body that had once been the twin of my own. I looked like a beached whale in comparison. My huge belly at least prevented me from having to see my swollen ankles all the time.
We made it to the hospital and I shook myself from the cobwebs of the past and braced myself for my impending future as a single parent. A few hours went by where my contractions went on and on, and then...
"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"
I cannot even begin to describe the pain as my daughter made her way through the most delicate parts of my body. I blissfully passed out as the doctor caught her and then went to work with the remainder of the birth. When I came around I asked for my little girl and Ashley handed her to me.
"What are you going to name her?" Ashley asked me with a proud and radiant smile.
"I should name her 'Ashley' after all you've done. What do you think we should name your niece?"
Ashley looked at me and smiled with the honour, "Melissa".
And so came into the world my daughter Melissa, niece of Ashley.
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In the following four months Melissa quickly became a darling and happy child. I was blessed to have a healthy little girl who managed not to suffer from the usual infant maladies so that meant I was soon sleeping a full night's sleep. Once in a while, though, Melissa would cry and Ashley would go to her to let me sleep. Ashley knew her niece was hungry and would set her at my breast while I slept and then put her back to bed. It was one of those intimacies that you can only truly share with a sister.
I started working out to get my body back and since I had been in good shape to start with it wasn't a long time before Ashley and I were the twins everyone liked to say we were. My old clothes fit again and the maternity clothes went in the storage box to wait for a charity drive. With Ashley at home to take care of Melissa for me I also went back to work and caught up with my career.
I had survived and my life was actually better than it had been before. The love of my family had stood a test and proved itself, and I now had the lifelong promise of love from Melissa. Life was good.
Then one night I came home from work and unlocked the door to see Ashley on the couch with a look of fear in her eyes that made me almost want to run. As I stared at her I heard a terrifying and familiar whine of a capacitor charging up and I turned to see what it was and I saw a face mask just as I felt the stun gun blast into me again.
When I came to I fully expected to be blinded like the last time and was surprised to have some faint light come into my eyes. I looked down and saw that I was tied, naked, to my bedroom dressing chair. My bedroom was lit by a few candles and the sight that they revealed made me try to scream.
"None of that, bitch, or I'll shock you again, got it?" He stared into my eyes and I saw in his eyes the same colour of blue that was the glory of my precious Melissa. I knew at that instant that this man was my rapist from over a year ago. I fell into silence and regretted not calling the police back then. I remembered back then thinking that I was letting him go just so he could do it again and here he was with Ashley tied up on my bed naked, with her wrists tied to her outstretched ankles.
"I just had to come back when you brought your sister for me to play with." He chuckled with a just a hint of evil.