My baby boy:(

I had a son, his name was Molokai.
I loved this baby boy, even though he wasn't born yet. I had only 4 months more till I'd be meeting my baby boy.

His daddy, strong and tall; sure to have a healthy boy. He kissed me always, held me, tightly, loved me, eternally.

His daddy, an angry man. One night, when eating, the sh*t hit the fan. He jumped up from the table at my parents house, and left the room.
Instinctively I fallowed.

This is where I went wrong.

As he turned to notice my appearance. He swung at my face. When I ducked from his rage, he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to him.While i was yelping he slapped my face again and again, slowly making his hand into a tightly balled fist.

While being beaten, all I could think about was the baby... Saying a few words to myself,"Marina, yell for dad, just do it..Daddy can help... Yell for dad.. Daddy can help.."
I did so silently.

I thought he'd lost it.I thought that he was now under control as he stopped and held me in his arms crying... I began to wonder about how the baby was.... Just as I had opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong, he threw me to the floor. Kicking my back side, as I scrambled to get up and to the door.

Seeing my scramble he bent down and covered my mouth just as I was trying to yell for my dad.
My dad heard nothing.

I looked in his eyes and saw all his anger. I knew this was just the beginning of a very painful beating.
He stood.

He began to kick my stomach violently, I yelled to him, "Stop! You're going to kill your son! Little Molokai!"...
Realizing that he wasn't about to stop I screamed out,"He can't fight you back, its not fair! You're baby boy! My baby boy! DADDY HELP! DADDY!!!!!!!!"
My dad struck at the door but the door budged not.

Coughing up blood I lept to the door, opening it and finally collapsing at my fathers feet. Knowing well that my daddy would help me now, I passed out, feeling I had done all that I could have done for my child.

When I awoke I was in the hospital with all my family round me. They all looked so disgusted and disappointed.
I had not told my parents that I was pregnant. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

My dad put his hand on my arm and gently rubbed it. Looking down at my stomach I remembered poor Molokai... When I finally could speak, I asked...

"My baby, My baby boy, Molokai, how is he? Will he still be due in April?"
The nurse said nothing.

I wanted to know, but I already knew. No one would speak, I began to cry.. Cry for myself, and my son. My poor lifeless son.

His daddy stood shaking in the corner, I signaled him over to me. My father stepping out of the way, but ever so slightly stood his ground, to protect his youngest daughter.

After several silent moments, his father, cried... Balled right there on my flat baby less stomach.I thought for a moment about how glad I was that he now knew what he had done..And to what extent his actions taken to.

There laying in the hospital bed, I dreamed of holding my son. Molokai, growing older. Scraping knees and learning to ride a bike...
These memories would never come.

My baby boy, was now never to appear. Now, him calling me mother, I would never hear. My son, my little precious baby boy.
Dead...

~Marina~
R.I.P.
Baby Molokai Allen Lewis.
My son.