[ CW ] Write a horror story with no gore or death , not even implied .

In a cold and dirty gas station bathroom, florescent lights glared down on a young waifish woman sitting on a toilet with her knees tucked under her chin and her bony arms wrapped around her shins. 
 
 She rocked gently back and forth, doing her best to muffle her cries into the collar of her well worn, church-appropriate woolen dress. It was long enough to hide the scars and bruises of years of abuse, but not quite enough to mask the heart-wrenching sobs escaping from her 14 year old body. 
 
 Clutched tightly in her right hand was a small plastic item, three inches wide and as thick a stick of beef jerky. It glistened in the harsh and unforgiving lights coming from above her. 
 
 Finally, when she'd wept all the tears she had to weep, and with the aid of exhaustion and hopelessness, her hand relaxed enough to allow the plastic stick to slip from her grasp. It hit the not-often-enough-mopped tile with what sounded in her heart like a gunshot. 
 
 Landing on the ground face-up, there was one word on the small readout; `` Pregnant.'' 
 
 She knew that her father, the pastor of their church would punish her for this. Not with his hands, or what was inside of his pants and not with the belt or even the switch. 
 
 No... this time he'd use the knife, and this time she knew she would n't wake up the morning after.
