My dad found Michal on his second day of searching. I’m still not sure how my dad managed to track Michal down. He’d never heard of him before. He didn’t even know what he looked like. I guess nothing can stand in the way of an enraged father. Anyway, as soon as my dad found Michal he shot him right between the eyes. The trial didn’t take long. Apparently, the judge had two or three daughters of his own. I guess he took pity on my dad. Maybe he felt like he would’ve done the same thing in my dad’s shoes. He gave my dad the minimum sentence. Twelve years in prison with no chance of parole until the eighth year.
About a week or two after I was raped, I decided to take a pregnancy test, just to be safe. It came back positive. As you can probably imagine, I was terrified. I was only thirteen. I didn’t know how to take care of a baby. I had my whole life ahead of me. I had a bright and shining future to look forward to. I didn’t want some unwanted baby to come in and ruin that. Besides, I knew I wouldn’t have been a good mother to that child. That baby wasn’t conceived out of love. It was conceived by a cruel and hateful act, and I knew I would never be able to look at it without hating it. I knew I couldn’t love it like a mother should love her child.