UPDATE 😭 First off I am so shaken by what has took place in COMPLETE disbelief Quinton Lawson was a middle school friend before we started dating and before we had a family. After high school I gave him a chance and I just knew he was perfect for me, until I started noticing violent behavior anytime he would lie to me or disrespect me. I never reported anything because I was living at home with my mom and I felt safe. Once it started to get worse I began wanting to leave, not knowing how deeply in love he was with me. Even after cheating and hurting me numerous of times I got tired. And I started telling my mom how crazy he was. I gave him another chance time went by we were good for about a couple months that’s when he got mad one day because I caught him doing something and told him he couldn't live with me and he kicked my yorkie (angel) down the stair case of my apartment. After that I knew he wasn't mentally stable. Every time I would ask him to leave he would never leave. On January 23rd 2017 the police was called because he would not go. The police got him out and told him he was not allowed back. On Sunday February 5th 2017 Quinton would not stop calling me, I kept wondering what he wanted, because he never called that much before even about our daughter Lila or our unborn. Later that day I went to visit my aunt (2:00pm) on Broad River Road, 10 minutes away from my apartment (Serenity at Three Rivers). He continued calling me but I would not answer. After a couple hours went by (5:00pm) he called again. I finally answered when I was leaving my aunts house, on my way home and he kept asking, “Where was I”, “Was I at home”, and “When will I be there”. It didn't ring any alarm because those were questions he asked frequently. I finally pulled up at home and I did my usual routine. This time the presence and my surroundings was just a little off but I didn't let my fears take over. I locked my door was getting ready to turn on the lights and I saw him coming to me out of the cut (by my sofa) grabbing tightly at my arms and first tried to take my phone which he did because he seen me on my phone, then begin to fight me. I asked him how did he get in and he kept saying you're not moving on and I said what is wrong with you why are you here. He kept saying, “ You not moving on, I cant let you go”. We went into the bed room, and he closed the bed room door and locked it. I asked, “Why are you locking my bedroom door in my house”? He told me, “I am going to kill myself, but neither one of us will make it out of here alive. If I cant have you no one else will.” I politely asked him could I text my mom and tell her “I love her”. I said please, you can even text it for me. He said no again. He just kept saying, neither one of us will make it out alive. I stepped up to him and said I am not scared of anything that you do to me, if you are going to kill me, do it”. Im going to scream so loud the neighbors will here. He said you better not. I began screaming I screamed every name I knew and we started wrestling, while he tried to cover my mouth. He went into the closet and pulled out a Butcher knife (with a red handle from my kitchen) and stabbed me in the side. He tried to stab my daughter but I blocked it with my arm because she was in my arms 😰. I didn't cry because I couldn't let him know he got the best of me ....I asked what did he just do to me. He backed into the corner and started crying. He said he was sorry. I always asked God to let me die silent not by a gun or knife.... Its was a moment i said to myself is this my last breath? God said NO GET OUT DONT LET THE DEMON WIN sooo i got on track and I told him its ok, I know he didnt mean to do it. But I needed to get to a hospital. He said no, because you are going to tell on me. I said, I will tell them that I turned the knife on myself or maybe even say, I cheated on you and got caught so I turned the knife on myself anything to get my daughter, my unborn and I out safely. I told him he could be beside me, while I tell the whole story. I said we need to get to the ER, I'm getting weak and I cant breath. I could see his concern, and we walked towards the door. I grabbed a towel to stop the wound from bleeding, my diaper bag across my shoulder and my daughter on my hip.. We proceeded out the door and I picked up my keys to slide them in my diaper bag. We carefully walked down the stairs. He said, we are taking my (His) car. (Dodge Magnum) I told him, no my car is much closer. ( he had the knife the WHOLE TIME ) He told me he couldn’t let me drive. I told him I would be fine, I just needed him hold the towel to stop the bleeding. When I got to the driver side, he tried to get in the back seat and I told him no that our daughter is fine by herself. He needed to get on the passenger side to stop the bleeding. Because I remember he said he was gonna kill both of us so i was like ( I'm going to drive out these apartments he will slit my throat and i will crash and we will all die) I told him, the passenger door was open once he clicked Lila in her car seat. (It wasn't.) As I was telling him, I was easing into the car. I closed the door and locked it with my elbow I pretended to unlock his door, I took off the car break. I started the car, turned on the lights, he was like OPEN THE DOOR i said ok hold on im weak im trying so this is when i said GET THE FUCK AWAY NOW . Asked god to put strength in me and I put the car in reverse and as I reversed the car, he jumped on the hood of the car. I sped up and he flipped off the car. I drove until I got to McDonalds on Gervais street. I screamed for helped. At this point someone came to help me while im at mcdonalds in the middle of the parking lot with my daughter and pregnant stabbed in my side all I wanted to do is Tell my mama i love her and I told them to call and i said Mom I love yall after i heard her say ITS GONNA BE OK YOUR GONNA SURVIVE! I just thank god 😭🙏🏽. I'm here still!!! My daughter is here!! My unborn is here!!