Once my friends said they called the cops I got my boyfriend and put him in the car. I took him to my house “which I still lived with my parents,” and I snuck him in and put him to bed. Not long after my mom knocks on my door and ask me if I am ok and I said yes and went back in my room. She did not know he was in there and I was not going to let her find out.
When we woke up the next morning I took him home. I told him that we needed a break. A few weeks went by and I had decided that we should not be together. That I was better off alone. I did not know how to tell him but I knew I needed to. I could not put the baby and myself into this kind of situation. Little did I know though that my baby and myself were going to be in danger.
I ended up going over to his dads house after his dad went to work. I went in thinking things would be just fine. I told him I needed to talk to him. When he heard that I could tell that something in his brain switched. He looked at me different. I sat him down and told him that I no longer thought we should be together that I was breaking up with him.
He got up went to the door and locked it. He turned towards me and looked at me. He did not like what I said. He was angry. It was 4 pm that’s when all hell broke loose. I did not think I was going to make it out of the house alive. From 4pm until 4 am when his dad got home he had me trapped in a corner hitting me, beating the shit out of me. He was mainly hitting my stomach. I was scared shitless. He had taken my phone so I was not able to call for help.
When 4 am finally arrived and his dad walked through the door that was my chance, that was my way to get away. I got up and ran out. During those 12 hours I did not think I was going to make it that my baby was not going to make it. I rushed home and went in my room and locked it. Finally I was safe. I just happened to have an appointment a few days later. It was my first appointment I was going to find out how far along I really was. Although my only concern was is my baby okay?