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During those days before my abortion, every night, a little voice kept asking me, "Mom, why don't you want me anymore?" Still, I went through with it, then marched into court and sent the bastard who hurt me straight to jail. But when everything settled, I didn't get applause. Everyone pointed fingers at me. The neighbor, furious that I'd sent her son to jail, stood outside my house every day, screaming at me, "You shameless slut! You seduced my son and ruined his life!" My friends laughed at me. "Why are you so desperate? He's ten years older than you." My parents looked at me with disappointment and asked, "How could you be so heartless? You sent the neighbor's son to jail. How are we ever going to show our faces around here again?" I'd been abused for three years. Was I really supposed to just take it and never fight back? All I wanted was to live like a normal girl.