I took A.J. to Hawaii just to get away from it all.
The first night we were there, she began to have a series of nightmares. After I woke her up from the second one, she broke down and told me what had happened.
I never thought that I could feel this much rage directed at one person. I'm more upset at this boy than I was at that drunk driver, who by the way, got fifteen years for three counts of vehicular homicide and an additional five years each for three counts of assault with a deadly weapon, not to mention the five years he got for his eighth charge of drunk driving.
She told me that only three other people on the base knew what had happened when it happened: Stretcher, because he had found her bloody and bruised in the street, Chuckles, and Law because he had called them when he realized what had happened.
We were on the beach the other day when I noticed something different about A.J. And then my brain processed some of the other anomalies that I'd noticed, but not really thought about.
On the beach, I noticed that she got winded a lot easier than usual, and when she stretched, I noticed that her body was a tad bit more voluptuous than it was before. I had put it down to her growing up, but coupled with the other symptoms, I may have been wrong.
Every morning since we've been here, she's gotten up about four-thirty or five o'clock in the morning and started throwing up. She told me that it had happened for a couple of weeks before we left. I also noticed that she was losing hair at an amazing rate, and other symptoms that I had attributed to stress.
When she told me about the gang of guys that had jumped her and raped her, I figured that if she were pregnant, she'd already be showing signs. Unfortunately, I was blinded by rage for a while. I told her that I'd be back in a little while and to lock the door behind me. I took a long walk, trying to figure out what was going on inside of me. When the heck did I get so violent?
I stopped at one of the drugstores there and bought a pregnancy test. Sure enough, my suspicions were confirmed when A.J. took it. Yes, I'm going to be a grandfather in about seven months.
I know that A.J. blames herself. She thinks that I'm disappointed in her, but it's not her that I'm disappointed in. It's the school. They should have known and done something when this gang started bragging about what they had done. I called Chuckles and told him what I had found out from her, and he agreed to keep everything quiet while he went after them.
I watch her sleeping on the couch here this afternoon, knowing that usually, she'd be doing what every other girl her age would have been doing. Normally, she'd have been flirting with guys on the beach.
I still don't believe what happened when I took her to buy a new bathing suit. I knew that she liked bikinis and that she looked good in them, but she vetoed every choice that I made for her, and finally bought a one piece that was more suited to an older grandmother than for a beautiful young woman like herself. When I asked her why, she just told me that the others "had shown too much skin". I'll never understand.
I'm slowly but surely proving to her that I'll be here for her, no matter what. She still doesn't believe that I don't hate her. I'll close for now, because she'll be waking up in a few minutes, and I know that she'll be hungry.
The first night we were there, she began to have a series of nightmares. After I woke her up from the second one, she broke down and told me what had happened.
I never thought that I could feel this much rage directed at one person. I'm more upset at this boy than I was at that drunk driver, who by the way, got fifteen years for three counts of vehicular homicide and an additional five years each for three counts of assault with a deadly weapon, not to mention the five years he got for his eighth charge of drunk driving.
She told me that only three other people on the base knew what had happened when it happened: Stretcher, because he had found her bloody and bruised in the street, Chuckles, and Law because he had called them when he realized what had happened.
We were on the beach the other day when I noticed something different about A.J. And then my brain processed some of the other anomalies that I'd noticed, but not really thought about.
On the beach, I noticed that she got winded a lot easier than usual, and when she stretched, I noticed that her body was a tad bit more voluptuous than it was before. I had put it down to her growing up, but coupled with the other symptoms, I may have been wrong.
Every morning since we've been here, she's gotten up about four-thirty or five o'clock in the morning and started throwing up. She told me that it had happened for a couple of weeks before we left. I also noticed that she was losing hair at an amazing rate, and other symptoms that I had attributed to stress.
When she told me about the gang of guys that had jumped her and raped her, I figured that if she were pregnant, she'd already be showing signs. Unfortunately, I was blinded by rage for a while. I told her that I'd be back in a little while and to lock the door behind me. I took a long walk, trying to figure out what was going on inside of me. When the heck did I get so violent?
I stopped at one of the drugstores there and bought a pregnancy test. Sure enough, my suspicions were confirmed when A.J. took it. Yes, I'm going to be a grandfather in about seven months.
I know that A.J. blames herself. She thinks that I'm disappointed in her, but it's not her that I'm disappointed in. It's the school. They should have known and done something when this gang started bragging about what they had done. I called Chuckles and told him what I had found out from her, and he agreed to keep everything quiet while he went after them.
I watch her sleeping on the couch here this afternoon, knowing that usually, she'd be doing what every other girl her age would have been doing. Normally, she'd have been flirting with guys on the beach.
I still don't believe what happened when I took her to buy a new bathing suit. I knew that she liked bikinis and that she looked good in them, but she vetoed every choice that I made for her, and finally bought a one piece that was more suited to an older grandmother than for a beautiful young woman like herself. When I asked her why, she just told me that the others "had shown too much skin". I'll never understand.
I'm slowly but surely proving to her that I'll be here for her, no matter what. She still doesn't believe that I don't hate her. I'll close for now, because she'll be waking up in a few minutes, and I know that she'll be hungry.