bootydestroyer333
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My sister is quite literally retarded and even worse is that her boyfriend is also retarded. A few years ago when I was only 7 she said she was pregnant my mom wouldn't let her have an abortion bc muh religion muh its a baby. The pregnancy went through and I was just a fucking servant to her the whole time. An autistic child with t30 hunter eyes was born and guess who had to raise it? ME. all the crying, the restless nights. I was in third grade stressing about having a vocabulary test and raising an autistic child.
When I was 9 she said she pregnant again, I remember I lost my shit because I would have raise another kid. I remember I started beating her up kicking her stomach punching it saying things such as "I hope your baby comes out dead". She went to the doctor to see if she hadn't miscarried unfortunately she didn't so then my plans commenced that baby was going to come out fucked anyways even after I beat it, I was doing everybody a favor. I made her a smoothie blended with papaya seeds, castor oil, I remember I was on reddit digging to find something to help I found a post about herbs and was able to get my hands on two I don't remember the first one but the second one is licorice root capsules that I remember cleary stealing from a wallgreens. I made this smoothie for her everyday before I went to school.
When she was 2 and a half months pregnant (10 weeks). I came home from school it was a Friday my mom looked like she was ready to go out in a rush, I asked her where she was going and she told me my sister had lost the baby and that she going to see them at the hospital. I was so happy that night I ate junk food until my stomach hurt, played video games until my eyes burned and just chilled with my dog top 10 days of my life.
And I never got caught because the bitch had Gonorrhea which is an STD known for causing abortions. I think back and I wouldn't have minded having another kid around if only I didn't have to raise it.
When I was 9 she said she pregnant again, I remember I lost my shit because I would have raise another kid. I remember I started beating her up kicking her stomach punching it saying things such as "I hope your baby comes out dead". She went to the doctor to see if she hadn't miscarried unfortunately she didn't so then my plans commenced that baby was going to come out fucked anyways even after I beat it, I was doing everybody a favor. I made her a smoothie blended with papaya seeds, castor oil, I remember I was on reddit digging to find something to help I found a post about herbs and was able to get my hands on two I don't remember the first one but the second one is licorice root capsules that I remember cleary stealing from a wallgreens. I made this smoothie for her everyday before I went to school.
When she was 2 and a half months pregnant (10 weeks). I came home from school it was a Friday my mom looked like she was ready to go out in a rush, I asked her where she was going and she told me my sister had lost the baby and that she going to see them at the hospital. I was so happy that night I ate junk food until my stomach hurt, played video games until my eyes burned and just chilled with my dog top 10 days of my life.
And I never got caught because the bitch had Gonorrhea which is an STD known for causing abortions. I think back and I wouldn't have minded having another kid around if only I didn't have to raise it.
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