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(A tarnished child's soul-}
{2003-04-11} {1:56 p.m.}
I just got home and it’s about 1 pm now. Court didn’t go so well. Me and Heather broke down crying. I was crying because of the stuff she was saying and she was crying because she had to talk about it. While the tears were running down her cheeks and welling up in her eyes like a pool she looked over at me with the saddest look of hopelessness on her face; and asked me if she really had to talk about it. I told her yes, and I felt soo bad for her. My eyes starting forming tears as she had to recall all of the horrible events of the things [he] done to her. You could see the fear welling up inside of her. And the Attorney did his best to comfort her. But, today I found out things I hadn’t known before. He had 3 counts of sexual predator charges against him and 2 indecent exposure charges against him. Just with Heather alone. That doesn’t even begin to count the 2 with Samantha and the 3 Jamie.
I found out that she had the most drastic things done to her more than once, almost every time he and his wife babysat. The photos and the sexual abuse and how he [sighs] penetrated her with his own private part of his body. The tears were flowing from her eyes like a broken water valve. My eyes filled with tears, and my heart breaking for her, I asked her if she wanted to sit on my lap, but she declined. I could tell that she wanted to do this on her own, without giving in and being coddled like a baby. I could see her cringe inside at the very mention of the mans name. I want to pierce the guy in the eyes with a fire poker!
My attorney told me that he was only going to take the plea for the photos, but refused to take the one for the sexual predator charges. I was like what the fuck! Does he really think that he’s going to get off so easily like that? I know now why he has been fighting this so long. [Asshole] How can that fuck of a miserable person live with himself?! He doesn’t even deserve to be recognized as a human being. Only a mass of dead carcass remains. I hate him and I wish all of the evilness in the world to come down upon him and make him suffer a torturous death. He is a loser that deserves to be burned alive on a fucking stake.
With metallic tears falling from her eyes with a cerulean blue stream of hopelessness I told her it was going to be okay and she screamed that it wasn't and cried her eyes out and told me he was going to come back and find her. I tried to comfort her, I really did. Everything I tried to do, failed. Damn him!
Sometimes I wish I could use a machete to sever his wrists. Mangled and tortured I would leave him corrupted in the evil masses. Yes I do believe that there is a murderer in me. Like a psychotic murderer. I really couldn’t do that to someone, but I dunno. It’s hard to say what you would do when you are pushed too far, especially in a situation like this. Him being in prison doesn’t do Heather, Samantha, and Jamie justice. I want him to be castrated. Denutted and everything else. Fingers amputated, eyes poked out… anything and everything that would have to do with touching a child.
-Four Stained Hearts-