"You're pregnant?" Abigail whispered causing several heads to stare at the table where they both sat. The librarian who was few inches away from them gave the hush sign.
“Sorry,” Abigail muttered then lowering her voice she said to Gladys.
"So... who's the father?"

Gladys swallowed hard “That’s the problem. I don’t even know.”
Abigail gave her a disgusted stare “So you were sleeping around?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know,” she answered, her voice shaking.
She lowered her head and began to sob.

“My parents will kill me if they find out. I’m confused. I don’t know what to do.”
Abigail sighed and rubbed her back. “It’s okay, Gladys. Stop crying because crying won’t change anything.”
“So what do I do now?”
Abigail hesitated, then whispered, “Well… you could abort it.”
“That’s absurd,” Gladys replied.
“Well… do what you want. But that’s the only thing I can suggest.”

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Out of fear? Or simply looking for a solution Gladys took the advice.

She aborted the baby.

But she ended up with a damaged womb.
A future she didn’t plan and a pain she didn’t pray for.

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This is fictional story however it’s a reflection of what many girls go through.
They make a mistake—and instead of seeking help, they cover it with another one.

Sexual immorality is still wrong—no matter how glamorous it looks.
No matter how many people normalize it.
No matter how curious you are.
And no, abortion isn’t “freedom”—it’s a deeper wound.

God’s word says:
“Flee youthful lusts…” — 2 Timothy 2:22

© Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex