CAPITULO 1
Era de noche y mi madre ya se había ido a dormir, pero yo todavía le esperaba a el, a Patch, no podía evitarlo era superior a mis fuerzas, desde la muerte de Hank Miller mi verdadero padre Patch pasaba todas las noches aquí conmigo.Como era muy tarde lo que ice fue degar la ventana abierta para que cuando el viniera pudiera entrar, así que me acosté y cerré los ojos. No se cuanto tiempo paso pero de repente note una mano subiendo por mi muslo, aunque aun estaba un poco dormida sonreí, esa era su manera de decirme que había llegado. Poco a poco me fui desperezando y cuando...

A sharp searing pain struck my stomach; I froze tight as stone grasping at my stomach. The pain was unbelievably unbearable. I wasn’t able to breathe it just made the pain ten times worse. My eyes were pinched tight, tighter then when I jumped off the bleachers in the high school gym a few years back.
The thought about that whole night made me cringe making the pain worst. That night was one of the worst nights of my life; something I hope will never have to be brought up ever again.
Patch and I were sitting on the couch watching TV after our one o’clock lunch. My legs had been flung on top...

I was lying in bed choking back another scream of pain from the horrific contraction. I was defiantly grateful that Patch couldn’t feel my touch.
If I had been clenching a humans hand they would have passed out from the sever amount of pain from my grabby hands the very first time.
Patch held still every time I grabbed for his hand. He just waited, being the perfect angel he was.
I heard someone run into the hospital room, in the middle of my contraction. My eyes were clenched shut; I wasn’t able to see who it was.
“This is so exciting, I can’t believe this is happening, I can’t wait...