#clery

*Rain walking into a meeting with sister Imperator and some other important members of the clergy*

I didn't tell my parents, even though I was really close to my mom. I was too scared. A week or so later, she found prescription painkillers in my room. She asked me gently, "Did you get breast implants?" I stared at her, confused. Then looked down. Oh. My boobs had gotten way bigger from all the pregnancy hormones. I thought up a lie. I stuttered, "No... no I didn't but... my friend Dani got an abortion and didn't want her parents to find out, so I told her she could do it in my name." The best lies have a grain of truth in them, right? And yet, I know, not my finest work. Why would I have my friend's pills? It's idiotic. My mom just kind of looked at me sadly and nodded. Years later she asked if it was actually me who got the abortion. I finally told her the truth. She began to cry, and said, "I just wish I could have been there for you through that. I wold have supported you. You didn't have to lie." I wished I hadn't.