He couldn’t believe that she did it. Everything that he had been taught, everything that he learned from his parents and other relatives… it all seemed as if it didn’t matter now. She had gone and done it, and then decided to let him in on it.
   She never told him about how really scared she was. Never even told him about how she decided about doing it. She never even told him about ever thinking about doing such a horrific thing.
   She had just gone and done it. Got it over with, and then a few hours later called him over and told him about it. Told him about it so nonchalantly as if it never even really mattered.
   Isaac stared at his best friend, awed and angered at her wary personality. Annoyed that she wasn’t crying and begging for forgiveness of some-sort.
   He shook his head quietly at her. What was he supposed to say? Thanks for telling me? I’m glad you did it? Are you okay? Do you regret it now?
   None of those things seemed to match what he was feeling. So he chose something that did.
   “What in the hell were you thinking?” He asked harshly, his voice loud.
   Justine stared up at him unblinkingly. She was tired, sore, and disoriented, and she knew she shouldn’t have told him. But she didn’t just want him to find out later on and then be upset for not telling him sooner. “I’m too young.” She muttered as she leaned back on her mother’s couch carefully.
   Shit. She thought warily looking at her watch. Her mom would be home soon enough. Isaac had to go soon.
   “Tell me, did Brian ever know?” He asked quickly. His eyes hooded with a certain type of hatred.
   She shook her head slowly. “He didn’t care in the first place, Ike.” She commented. Then she shrugged her shoulders slowly. “I don’t care if he doesn’t know or not.”
   Isaac stared at her in disbelief. “He has a right to know, Justine.” He stated. “Damnit, he was going to have a child too!” Then he stood up quickly and walked to the door.
   He looked back at her one more time. He started to say something, but knew that his words would fall on ignorant ears. Instead, he shook his head, and then left, unable to bear the sight of her no longer.
   Abortion is what she called it. He thought glumly.
   “Why don't you just call it by its real name?” He asked her out loud, though he knew that she wouldn't hear him. “Legalized murder is more like it.” He grumbled as he slid into the driver’s seat of his parent’s car.
   Looking up at the house, Isaac saw Justine walking around in the living room. Her movements were slow and sluggish. He knew she must’ve been in pain, but all he could think about was, Did the baby ever go through the pain too? Did it realize that they were being killed, for being conceived by unsuspecting kids themselves?
   He shook his head angrily and turned the key in the ignition. “Legalized murder.” Was all he said before he drove home.
   Once he got there, he looked down at his sleeping baby sister in her playpen in the front room. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, as if she had known he was there.
   Grinning, he leaned down and picked her up. He was going to carry her around for a long while now. To remind him the reasons of having babies. To love and care for them, as they would do when they got older.
   He thought about what would have happened if his parents believed in abortion. He shuddered then, and stopped that thought. He loved his family. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like not having one of them with them today.
   “Abortion, legalized murder.” He thought grimly as he started to tickle Zoë under her chin.
   She gurgled and giggled, and Isaac chuckled at her innocence. God, he loved her.