I'm 14 and my boyfriend who's 22 raped me after we had a huge fight. He knows that my ex before him had also tried to rape me. After our huge fight inside the car, he kept on pulling me and forcing me to have sex with him. After he raped me, I noticed a few days after that I was off my menstrual cycle. I started having pregnancy symptoms. Then, I went ahead and bought a pregnancy test, turning out to be positive. When I told him about the news, I thought that he would be happy. But he wasn't. He said that he wasn't ready to be a father and that I should abort the baby immediately or else he has nowhere to go. He started to purposely scream, yell curse words at me and even stress me out so much. Then one night, he pushed me to the back of his car and I hit the car badly. My stomach ached so much that I couldn't even feel the rest of my body. The next morning, I was stricken by grief when I saw blood on my legs. I cried and asked to go to the hospital. My baby was gone. It was because of the stress as well as the trauma of me hitting the back of the car. I thought he would be as sad as I am, but no. He seemed jolly, much more happier than the past months. After 2 months, we broke up. I was shocked to see him barely even a month of us breaking up, having a new girl already. And it was his bestfriend. The girl that pushed him to break up with me. The girl that he goes to at 3 am in the morning to comfort himself. I could not be much more heartbroken. He knew that my ex before him was both sexually and physically abusive, but he was much more worse. He was sexually, physically, and emotionally abusive. I can't get over the death of my unborn baby, as well as his betrayal. He made me believe love isn't real.