"Come on Miss Summers. One more push." Dr. Walsh urged the young girl. Buffy Summers gritted her teeth and pushed hard. "There!" Dr. Walsh cut the cord and placed the baby in the towel the nurse was holding. A few minutes later the nurse came back with the clean baby. She handed the baby to Dr. Walsh. She smiled, "Here you go Miss Summers, a new baby girl."
Buffy held her newborn daughter and smiled. The little girl stared up at her with big beautiful blue eyes. Joyce Summers brushed some blond hair off of Buffy's sweaty forehead. "What's her name honey?"
"Cerridwen Freya Summers."
"Cerridwen Freya Summers, born March 10, 1997."
June 28, 2000
Buffy glanced around the court room nervously as she awaited the jury's decision. It'd been a little over a year since the incident when she got pregnant. She was fourteen and would be fifteen in January. One night, she met her seventeen year old boyfriend, Parker Abrams, at the local dance club. On their way home, Parker parked in an abandoned parking lot and…well…raped her. Thus Cerridwen was conceived.
She shook out of her flashback when the jury returned with their decision. "Has the jury decided on the verdict?" the judge asked.
An older lady in a beige suit and her gray hair pulled up into a bun stood, "We have your honor. We declare the defendant guilty."
"Mr. Abrams, you are sentenced to five years in jail. Court adjourned."
Buffy finished unpacking her clothes just in time. Cerridwen ran into the room, "Mommy!"
Buffy smiled and picked up her daughter, "What is it Ceri?"
"Grandma says you won't be here tomorrow. Where are you going?"
"I start school tomorrow. I'd love to take you with me, but I can't. Grandma will watch you during the day, then mommy will be home after three."
"But…but…"
"No buts. Go help Grandma." After a kiss on the cheek, the toddler ran down to the kitchen. Buff sighed and sat on her bed. Tomorrow was the first day of her senior year at a new school. Great she thought. Just what I always wanted. At least I have mom and Ceri.
"Spike get your lazy ass out of bed!" Faith LeChance yelled at her cousin. The peroxide blond burrowed under the covers even more. "Spike, if you don't get up you will be late. If you're late you'll get another detention. What happens if you get another detention?"
"I don't graduate." he mumbled.
"That's right!" Faith said with mock cheer. "Now get up!."
He slowly crawled out of bed as his cousin walked back upstairs. God how he hated Mondays.
Buffy stared at her reflection in the mirror, wondering if the outfit she had chosen was okay for the first day of school. She was dressed in a pair of jean capris, a pair of black flip-flops, and a plain black tank top. Her hair shoulder length golden blond hair was in a French braid and she had on minimal make up. "Buffy! Hurry! You're going to be late for you first day of school." Joyce yelled upstairs.
Buffy sighed, "Here goes nothing."