Okay, first off, I have been emancipated since I was fourteen and a half, and graduated then as well. Okay, in Febuary 2014, I was living with one of my close friend who was twenty one at the time, and I was fifteen. She threw this huge party with her friends, everyone was drinking and smoking, except me, I was sitting in my room only going out to get more Dr.Pepper, I was a virgin at this time and I was single, little did I know this twenty year old guy slipped a date rape drug in to my soda.. My best friend knew about it but didn't think anything would happen except make me fall asleep, well I locked my door because I wasn't feeling well, my roommate of course had her own key, and let the guy into my room, I think you guys know what happened next but was even worse was he recorded it. The next morning I woke up alone with a bit of blood on my bed, thinking I had started my period I just blew it off and took pain pills then cleaned up my bed, five weeks later I realized my period never came, I told my roommate and we got urine tests for at home, they came out negitive, and by the eighth week of missing my period (12 weeks) I went to the teen clinic and got a blood test and ultra sound, where I found out I was pregnant, and with twins!! I cried for days, rackin my brain to see how this could've even happened... My roommate fessed up to letting the guy in my room and I was so overwhelmed that I threw up... I never wanted to see his face again, but I was going to keep the babies because I could support myself as well as two children at that time, so I got their nursery set up, and started buying girl clothes (they were boys and i didn't find out until after i bought the clothes so I gave them to my sister inlaw) My roommate told me I should go tell the guy I was going to have his kids... So, when I was seven and a half months along, I put on one of my maxi dresses it was September by then, and my roommate drove me to his appartment.. My best guy friend came along as well (he was going to help me raise the babies). Phew, this is getting hard to type down, 😞 I walked up TWO flights of stairs with my disproportional tummy on my small body. (5'6" 110 lbs but at that time 130) I got up to his appartment and knocked on it three times, he walks out smiling and giving my hugs until he looks down and says "oh no, how far along are you" after I told him he started bawling and getting on his knees to kiss my tummy and tell them he loves his boys... I was uncomfortable and told him "Listen with the situation I wanted to let you know that you are going to have sons, BUT I would prefer if you were NOT in their lives.. I don't need financial support or anything.. Will you respect my wishes? Please?" After he agreed he told me he was expecting a little girl from his girlfriend who was eight and a half months along... Yikes... But she comes storming out there just seeing me giving him a hug to say goodbye and says "he only need one child in his life and thats mine!" (Her being twenty five) not even giving me a chance to say anything... She grabbed my hair and threw me tummy down, the two flights of stairs... 😓 I had "road burn" from the cement stairs, and I went home screaming in pain from it... Few hours later I went to the hospital.. They told me the twins were both dead.. They induced me, and Kai and Demitry were born... Well yeah.. Kai was dead and placed on my stomach and when Demi was born, he cried, he screamed and I gasped so hard I started having an asthma attack and screaming "give him to me!! He's alive give him to me!! Please!!" My mom was furious, they took him out of the room and came back and said that he died... They didn't try anything to save him... At age 15... Being raped, getting pregnant and hearing your "dead" son cry was the most trumatic thing in my life... When they let me go home I never got out of bed for an entire week I would barely eat, drink or talk.. I still am having a hard time with this pregnancy because I'm so scared, I know my fiance is super ready and excited that I'm pregnant.. But he has no idea how scared I am... We told his family and they nearly squeaked for joy.. I'm 16 now, my boyfriend is 19, I live with him and his grandfather (his whole family loves me and hasn't given me any greif so i guess I'm lucky)