I am a mother. I’m also a wife. I lived a lot of different lives. constantly struggling to find out exactly where I was supposed to fit in. I always have looked in the mirror, but the person that looks back at me doesn’t feel like me. I’ve struggled since I was young to get the attention from my mother that never wanted me. My adoptive father was my whole world but he was constantly sent off to be a hero. I never felt hurt by that. I was proud of my father. He was a great man. He always looked to the bright side of things and has taught me to do the same. In the end when I became a parent myself I strived to teach my children the same morals my dad taught me. To always look at the bigger picture. To take every moment and relish it. Feel grateful for what you have. I was out on my own at a young age. and before I knew it i was caring for another human being. and I was doing it alone. I was still just a kid. a kid who had a kid but he was my everything. I would make up for the other parent who wasn’t there. I never got a dime of child support. and I never got angry that he didn’t pay. Because my dad had taught me to be grateful for what I had. and what I had was more than ever. I didnt want my son to feel the pressure of me struggling to force someone to love him that didn’t. and I also didn’t want to get support and allow that person the right to enter my sons life and disappear whenever he pleased. My boy deserved a real life. I made a mistake,but my mistake was not my child. My mistake was the man who walked out the second he watched me give birth to a beautiful angel. He didn’t deserve my son. So I raised a baby, as a child myself. without any help. I had no help from my parents. I had no help from the sperm donor. I worked nights to morning so that I could spend the entire day with my son, put him down for bed and then be back home again in time to make his breakfast. I was still young enough that the lack of sleep never really bothered me. I had some really great friends who looked out for my son as though he was their own. He was the only kid in the whole group so we all worked as a family unit. They would ban together to watch movies while the bay was asleep and they would make sure he was safe, was changed, was rocked back to sleep if he woke up. I was truly blessed. Just like my dad had taught me. if you always look to the brighter side of things you can always find a way to make it work. and that’s what we did. We were all happy. I advanced in my job. I was good at saving money so my boy never had a need for anything. he was always well dressed, well fed, and had plenty of toys. he had his crib in the corner of my room. at the time we lived with my best friend and her grandparents who had known me for so long and knew I had a rough life and had basically adopted me into their family and didn’t at an eye or turn me and my son away when we were in a time of need. They even bought me my first car. But they were old, my best friends mother had died of cancer when she was very young so they had raised her and her brother and loved that I didn’t act like a normal girl my age. They thought it was very admirable that I did everything myself and never asked for anything or took what I had for granted. They saw a lot of their daughter in me I think. Moving forward I made a huge mistake. I fell in love w/ the wrong guy yet again. He ended up taking advantage of me and when I left him it was only a few weeks later that I realized I was pregnant. I did not want to feel like a burden. It was already enough that they had given me a place to live and didn’t ask me to pay rent or bills all I had to do was take care of myself and my young son. which my own parents wouldn’t even do for me. So I went back to the same guy who had taken advantage of me. I think they were hurt that I packed up and moved w/out giving them an explanation. and at the time I thought what I was doing was the best thing for everyone. Even if this guy cheated on me, or wasn’t always a gentleman he was good to my son and he worked so as long as he was a good influence on my son, i thought it would be better to have him around for the now second child I would be responsible for. I was upset. I didn’t want another child. I was so happy with how my life was and loved my son so much that I didn’t know how I could even love another child in the same way. I just didn’t know how that could work. I stayed the majority of the pregnancy w/ the guy who had gotten me pregnant and it soon would be the worst decision I made in my life. My 1 year old son and I soon became prisoners in his parents basement. I would have to sneak my son upstairs when everyone was gone from the house to bath my baby. At the time I had nowhere else to go. Until that fateful day. Me and my son had snuck upstairs to take a quick shower together. When we came out of the bathroom, my son in just a diaper and myself wrapped in a towel I tried to scurry down the stairs like a rat. Like a freaking rodent. But his father was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me and my infant to come out of the bathroom. The second I headed down the stairs he pounced grabbing me and making me fall down the stairs w/ my baby in my arms. I had lost my balance because of the heavy weight of my pregnant belly. I turned as I fell to try and make sure my son didn’t hit the floor, and I did manage to save him. He was fine. After I checked him I looked up at my terrible boyfriends father and said in a rather angry but not trying to yell or scare the baby “you could’ve killed us!” “what are you thinking!” and he simply laughed and said “well if you would’ve sat down like I asked I wouldn’t have had to grab you” I looked at him just astounded. I had never seen this kind of behavior from him and I had absolutely no idea where it was coming from “ I was going downstairs to get clothes on. The baby is cold from the shower it is the middle of the winter, I am pregnant as well as naked. you couldn’t just let me at least get some warm clothes on the baby??” He kind of didn’t know what to say about that but simply went down the stairs to block off my path. I hadn’t even stood up yet. I had fallen right on my swollen belly. I honestly was just so concerned about saving the baby in my arms, trying to consume the fall and cushion him with my own body and now that he was in front of my not even allowing me to go into the bedroom to get changed I was started to feel dizzy. But the adrenaline pumping through me as a mother trying to protect her young, kept me from feeling the full impact of the fall. He smiled evilly knowing he had won. I took the baby back up the stairs. He was shivering. But I didn’t know what this man was going to do if I kept trying to get him dressed I figured the sooner I sat down to hear whatever the fuck was so important for him to say while both me and the baby were undressed the sooner I could make him warm again.I wanted to cry. but no way was I going to give him the satisfaction. Turns out he had gone into my room and stolen my belongings. which is completely illegal. He cannot touch my things. I was a resident there and an adult he had no right to touch my things or even go into my room. it didn’t matter whose house it was I was getting mail there and he couldn't throw me out without giving me 30 days to find somewhere else to go first. I sat down. Holding my son tightly. he wasn’t going to touch him. I would kill him first. I don’t remember exactly what it was that he said to me. Because i was more concerned on staying on guard because this man just physically attacked me I just wanted to pretend to agree to whatever it is he wanted so he would let us go. I know it was something along the lines of he no longer thought I should stay there and that he wanted me to stand up and leave. and i looked at him. He meant right then. He wouldn’t allow me to get dressed. he wouldnt allow me to get my babies things. He wouldnt give me my phone so that i could call someone to come get us. He wanted us to go out there and be stuck. He lived in the middle of the country. there were no other houses for miles and miles. he was trying to send both me and my 1 year old baby to our death sentance. it was in the negatives. there was snow on the ground. how could someone force someone with a baby and pregnant outside naked w/out even so much as shoes and no way to call my father. I stood up, I didn’t say a word. Thinking carefully what I was going to do next. I needed to make it to my room. I needed my computer or my phone back. I needed to lock the door behind me. He grabbed me and started pushing me. I screamed at him to get his hands off of me. He was assaulting me I said and he laughed and said that no-one would believe me. I said I will call the police he said “ok here is the phone” the moron actually handed me the phone! he thought I was bluffing! he really thought I wasn’t going to call the police to protect my baby and the baby inside me?? The was his granddaughter. I quickly backed up to the far end of his living room, putting a table in front on me and my son, and him on the other side dialed 911 as fast as i could and started talking to the operator. The old woman came out to see what was going on. she looked panicked that I had the phone. apparently this was all her idea. She yelled at him to get the phone away from me. The 911 operator was panicking now and said whatever you do do not let them get the phone. I didn’t have the address so they had to trace the call. I Stuck my foot out striking him in the groin and now he was on the floor. I sighed relief thinking ok that gives me a chance to get away. No way was this old woman going to be so stupid as to hurt a pregnant woman holding a baby. no way could another woman be that cold hearted. I was wrong. She ran at me with a speed I wasn't expecting I stuck my foot out at her and kicked her in the rib. at this point the only way i could protect myself was w/ my legs because I had my baby in one arm and the phone in the other. My heel hit her solid and she screamed “how could you kick an old woman like that!?” I yelled back” How could you try to kill a pregnant woman, how could you try to kill a baby?! you sick bitch!” the operator told me if i could to escape to the basement and lock the door but at this point the man had gotten up. the had me pinned behind the table they both grabbed me and my baby and in order to prevent them ripping my baby out of my arms i had to use my other hand to keep ahold of him. and unfortunately the man at that point twisted my wrist at a very impossible angle forcing my fingers to let go of the phone. He hung up the call. I felt defeated I didn’t know how long it would take the police to get there. I didn’t know what would happen. all I knew is that I had no way to call for help. and they knew it. I was naked and my sons lips were now turning blue. If there was a god, he was not helping us. I had moved in w/ cold blooded monsters. Right when he grabbed the back of my head ripping at my head, the old woman opened the door. And as they were getting ready to toss us, wet, naked, and Me more than likely about to loose the baby in my belly. I would die from hemorrhaging. alone with no way to call for help. and my son would be left alone. outside freezing to death. They opened the door smiling and basically high fiving each other. their smiles dropped. two male officers opened the screen door forcing him to let go of me. The male officers apparently knew him on a friendly level. They had every intention of coming here, and dismissing my claims that they were trying to kill me and an infant and an unborn. But now they couldn’t. because the 911 call I had made was so terrible. They could hear everything they were saying to me, they could hear them threatening to kill me. They could hear it all. The male officers that had chosen to take the call, they only took it so they could make sure that he didn’t end up in jail, or worse. They had figured the fact that I called 911 would scare him into leaving me alone and surely, surely he wouldn’t still be abusing me with officers on the way. The fact that they walked in on them laughing at my physical pain. The fact that they saw them both attacking me, and then looked at my poor son. An officer stayed upstairs, while the other officer escorted me safely downstairs to my room. He was kind faced. and looked so hurt for me. especially when he saw the cuts and bruises my pregnant belly. And he looked even more sad that I had taken all the beating directly turning every time to catch every blow when they tried to attack my baby. He stood guard outside my door while I dressed my baby, dressed myself, and then wrapped my son tightly in a blanket gave him a bottle and laid him down so I could speak with the officer about what these monsters had tried to do. He looked so heartbroken when I explained that these people had snuck into my room while we were bathing to take both my computer and my phone so that I had no way of communicating with anyone. he knew we were very far away from anyone that could help. He asked me if he got my things back, and told them that they were not allowed to touch my things, go in my room, that I owned that room unless I was legally evicted and even then a judge would have to decree how long i had to get on my feet. If I would be able to find somewhere else to go. he said he could clearly see that we were not safe here. I told him that the father of my baby was currently at work, and he had only dropped me off because I was supposed to be here alone. And that my mother lived in another state and that was the only place I had to go. I could hear shouting upstairs. They were now trying to fight the other officer to make their way downstairs. They wanted to silence me. They didn’t want me to be able to tell the officer what had happened they wanted to be able to control the situation. they originally had planned to make it look like I was crazy. Then they decided they would try to attack me to the point that I would miscarry. They purposely had shoved me down the stairs to kill their own grandchild. they then wanted to force me outside w/ no way to call 911 for help when I started bleeding. they wanted to wait it out before coming to find me. they had planned on making it look like I was crazy and had ran off killing both my babies and then died of hemorrhaging before reporting it that they went out to look for me. The officers stayed for a while. they made them give my things back. they told them they were not to enter the basement at all and if they did they would go to prison. They had placed a temporary restraining order kind of thing. the problem with that. was that his wife was not there. so when they left and we felt a little safer after they waited for me to call my crappy boyfriend who would be on his way home in a few hours to make sure nothing happened. they also waited for me to reach my mother and they helped me arrange a bus to leave the state to go back to my mothers house. they didn't arrest them. an hour after they left and the house was quiet. i had not only locked, but had barricaded the door. I was on my computer talking to my friend about what was happening. she would be my witness if anything else happened and she kept a way to contact me silently so they would not overhear my conversation. Then she arrived home. i caught her looking through the basement window. the one directly into my room. the sick bitch sat there watching me. she was trying to read what I was typing to my friend. So i stood up on the bed, took a few blankets, and completely blacked out the window. she flipped out when i did this. because she couldn't keep an eye on me. she couldnt see what i was doing. she didnt like that. So she did something that I didnt think she would go as far to do. I had always known her to be kind to me. but when her husband did what he did, i thought she would scold him. and apologize to me. and she would set both him, and her mother straight, instead she was in on it all. she hated that I had gotten ahold of the police. she hated that i had gotten him in trouble. she hated that i had “won” as she put it. she went and shut off the internet. of course she couldnt touch my computer this time. so she simply shut off the internet. I knew it wouldnt last long because they couldnt go a minute without their shows, or her husband his sick porn that he watched in front of their young kids. so when she did this, I knew she was going to try something because it would piss her off that she couldnt keep me from getting on it without her also not being able to use it. this would then cause her to try and do something because she now could not see what i was doing. So i did what i knew i should do. i needed to be in constant contact with someone so at this point I pulled my phone off the charger and called my mom. little did i know this bitch was standing right on the other side of my door pressing her ear up to it to listen to every fucking thing i said. when she heard me telling my mom what had happened with the police she banged on my door and told me to hang up the phone. like what really? who the fuck does she really think she is. I simply called out and said that she couldnt tell me to not use my own phone, she had no right to tell me what to do, i was a grown woman, not only was a grown woman but i was also a mother, and i told her that she was a grown woman and her behavior was just extremely crazy at this point. she insisted i tell her who i was talking to. I told her it was none of her business and she wasnt allowed to listen to my conversations nor was she allowed to be in the basement and if she tried anything the police would be called. at this point her whole voice changed. she melted into a completely different person. acted like she came to realization that i was right and she had only come downstairs to talk to me and apologize. I rolled my eyes, i whispered to my mom to hold on and stay quiet. I opened the door a crack, not allowing her to look into my room at my son sleeping peacefully. and holding my phone behind my back. satisfied that se thought i was off the phone she then told me that it was wrong for me to call the police on her husband. i told her what he did in a short short summary and i could see her nostrils flare. then she said he did that because i had attacked her mother. and i again corrected her telling her that all i had done was get out of the shower. i hadn’t bothered anyone. and her mother was trying to attack me from the other side and i told her that i was not sorry for what i did that they were all sick in the head for attacking a helpless girl two on 1 none the less literally fighting me with a baby in my arms. at this she got even more angry so i told her that it was fine that once the weekend would come i would be on the bus and gone from their lives for good. i politely told her that i was going to close the door and had starte to push it closed. she shoved her foot in quickly so i couldn’t close it. obviously i didnt care. she only came down here to try to control me and possibly attack me again so i told her to move her foot. she ignored me and started pushing the door harder so i went to slam it crushing her floor. i managed to close the door and the second i went for the lock she slammed the door open as hard as she could and unfortunately, the doorknob hit me so hard in the stomach i dropped to the floor gasping for air. she stood towering over me. i still had the phone clutched in my hand my mom in a rage on the other end screaming saying bitch if you touch my daughter i will kill you. i dont have kids to raise like you i am not scared to go to prison. she had no idea my mom was on the phone. she looked scared. when i caught my breath i had told my mother what she did. i told my mom she hurt the baby. that she basically stabbed me with the doorknob. she screamed in a panic no i didnt! you tried to close it in my face, i didnt mean to hit you! i didnt do it on purpose. i looked at her with the most hate ive ever felt towards anyone and said “ you knew i was standing their. you know im pregnant. you tried to bust in my room and attack me. if you didnt try to open my door when i told you to go away this wouldnt have happened you stupid bitch. she yelled at me i told you to hang up the phone! she lunged at me trying to grab the phone. at this point i was to tired of these people and what they were doing to my innocent children. what they were doing to me. they hated me because they couldnt treat me like their slave. these people were sick just like their son. they all think they can control people. and when they cant they try to ruin your life. rather than just let you leave. they try to kill you. my mom was still on the phone i told my mom she is trying to take the phone from me. my mom was now on speaker she said touch my daughter bitch it will be the last thing you do. she said walk away now or ill send the police their. she was still trying to wrestle me on the floor. I punched in the face and she stopped what she was doing. i shoved her off me i said in a firm voice” get the fuck out, right now. I will send all of you crazy psyhcos to the police. i told her she would never see her own kids again. and if i lost my baby she would go to jail for murder.” she stopped dead in her tracks. looking down at my stomach. realization only now coming over her face. thats right, it is murder if you kill someones unborn child. she looked like she was about to cry when i pulled up my shirt and showed the large green and red mark in the center of my swollen stomach. she turned and left. i locked the door. she turned the internet back on. and the same night. I started bleeding. @storybot
