I had a nice life, kind parents, a loving boyfriend, and a best friend who always stuck by me. At 16 I mourned the death of my older brother. I was 18 when I got pregnant, my best friend left, my parents disowned me, so I stayed with my boyfriend. I didn't know he didn't want the baby, I didn't know he would turn abusive and violent when I refused to have an abortion. I left him, but living on the streets was difficult, especially when being 10 weeks pregnant. I spent my days in the park and no one took any notice of me, but one day, he did. He took me to his home, offered me a place to stay, and supported me through my pregnancy. After I had the baby he helped me start my dream job of working as a photographer for a music magazine. I never once questioned his kindness or support, but when I did, I never expected the answers I got.