bieng raped molested or beaten was almost a daily thing for me but this was a scar on my heart.

            complete fear filled my heart when i saw those two lines on the test. yep i was pregnant all right. cant go wrong when you take six test and thier all positive. had no idea what to do. talked to my friend who promised not to tell. she did the worst. told him!!( my abuser)

      three days later i was in a train station going home. late at night. he had walked me to the train i didnt want him to drive me. he began to talk bout the baby and he seemed very angry. he began to beat me so violently. i was scared for my life. viscous blows and kicks straight to my stomach i got once i hit the floor. i couldnt figure out why he would hurt me and his own child that would never survive. after several hits he then pushed me down the concrete stairs. only one person tried to help  out of 6 people i could see and prove to be helpless. i felt warm around my bottom and felt to see what it was and it was blood all over my hands. he stopped hitting me and dropped to the floor next to me. he began crying and started to apologize.  seeing my blood he picked me up and took me a few blocks from there. to a hospital all white and i could hear a strange beeping and hear blurred voices. a bunch of people in blue and white, looked like doctors. when i could hear i heard a man yelling that my husband was with me and said i was three monthspregnant. all yelling to get me into a bed. a cold bed and a loud beeping again was what i heard and then more yelling. "shes slipping!!"  more doctors came all dressed the same. vision got blurry and sound got muffled. couldnt hold it ithink i was dying.

                          i heard a distant voice" baby wake up please come on you can do it and it was him starring me in my face. he looked so hurt.

doctor came to me and said they were sorry but the baby didnt make it. they said they almost lost me i dont remember why, all got foggy after the news. i dont know how i was treated but they thought i was 23 ( i was only 16) and married. my bill was paid and i was free to go after the police ask me some questions. they asked my name  age adress and the usual then asked about the bruising on my chest and stomach i lied and said i didnt remeber. "one last question maam are you sure theres nothing you wish to tell?". i teared a bit and said no thats all. why didnt i tell?he grabbed my hand a slipped a card in my hand andsaid use it anythime. it had his name and number on it. my abuser saw it and threw it away.

    he later told me that he told them he found me in my car like that and took me to the hospital