Second chances

So we got up the next morning holding each other. As if nothing had changed but it did. I didn't have the heart to tell him or anyone what I was about to do. So I quietly left his place. Picked my son up from my neighbor/ aunt. Then headed home. I continued on line nothing happen. Praying that we were all so drunk that no one would remember. A few hours later Marsh was at my door. Offering to take me with his family. So I figured why not. I got to meet his older brother and his wife. We went to pick opihi. (Rock urchin) They would sell them by the pound and make a killing doing so. Except it was very dangerous. You collect them by climbing down the cliff over ocean. Using rope or climbing gear. With the tools you'll need to get them off and to collect them. Then once the bag is full you climb back up. We still weren't talking. Mostly because I knew I was going to cut ties with him no matter what. Had he kept his anger in check. I wouldn't need to worry about having a forced abortion. I had a great day. Then he dropped me and my son at home. We barely spoke at all. Then he tried to kiss me again. I turned to open the door. I could feel myself getting ready to throw up. He grabbed my chin and turned me towards him. So I stopped trying to open the door. I just threw up right on him. I'm sorry it's all that I could say. In between each heave of vomit. Then once I was done. He snapped at me. So I reminded him. I was trying to open the door. He's the one that tried to stop me. So it wasn't my fault. He just grabbed my things son included, thrusts it at me. Kinda pushes me out of the car and sped off. I didn't even have the chance to move out of the way. The door knocked into me. I fell forward and by the time I was able to catch myself. I had bumped the backside of his car. Then I fell backwards. I hit the curb filled of trash bags. I remember tucking my son in. So he was perfectly fine. Still asleep in my arms. Thankfully the curb had all those tied up and full bags. Yes it's nasty but it's better than my head actuality hitting the curb. I hit something hard in the bags but it only made my head hurt. I remember feeling and checking my son. Then I slowly got up and walked towards my door. I didn't even make it to my door. My hanai sister grabbed my son. I almost instantly collapsed. Completely blacked out. Again I woke up in the hospital. My son stayed at my Hanai family house. The hospital kept me in under surveillance. I had a cut on my head on top of the fractured pelvic bone. Which caused them to call cps. For abuse in the household where there's children. I explained it hasn't happened in front of my kids. He doesn't live with me and we are broken up. Right after I was discharged. I went to the 2nd floor. It was abortion day. I had just started my period. Which I didn't think much about. Since I get break through bleeding throughout the pregnancy. I was on it when I gave birth. Doctor does one final ultrasound. Only to find that there was no heartbeat. So it was no longer an abortion. It was a D&C. He knocked out a bunch of things all at the same time. Removed damaged tissues, checked for cancer and a few other things. Then let me head home. That was the last time I ever spoke to him or saw him.