Trapped with my abuser

"But I love him" I screamed. "Annie, you don't know what love is. You're only sixteen", Said my mother. "But Mom, you can't call the police. I love him and he loves me and we are going to have a baby together." I said, trying to reason with my mother. She couldn't send the baby's soon-to-be to jail. How would she take care of it on her own? Abortion was out of the question, that was never even a question Annie had always wanted to be a mother. And so what if Cam was twenty years old? That was only a four-year difference. Her mom and stepdad were at least five years apart. Age is just a number anyway. Why was she making such a big deal out of this? "Well, I guess you are just going to have to get married then". Her mother said, "What no I can't get married, I am only sixteen years old or did you forget that you have to be eighteen to get married?" I stammered "Besides, I can just move out. It's not that big of a deal. Cam has his own place." "I am not going to have my child be unwed and pregnant. Would you rather have a husband or a baby daddy whom your child can see from jail?" I guess I don't really have a choice now. I can't have my mom calling the police on Cam, my future baby daddy, and now my future husband.