Going through court today was so draining. I had hoped to get Henley out...well at least be sent to the mental hospital for a while. But I was wrong. The jury and judge ruled guilty. I walk over to the fridge and pull out a bottle of red wine. I pour a half glass and take a sip. I check my messages and Julian called a few times to check on me.

He has been doing that a lot lately, ever since we signed the papers. We were in court a few weeks ago. I wanted to make sure that everything was ready to go once I had the baby. He is taking full custody of her. I will have no connection, no child support...nothing. He wants to take over full responsibility and I agreed that if he promised to give her the world he could have her, which means that he will also have to spend quality time with her while she is growing up.

At the moment I don't have time to deal with all this stress. I have to get ready for Calie's trial. It has been postponed several times and it's start Monday morning. Hopefully this time it will go as planned. I spend the weekend locked up in my house. I ignore all the phone calls coming in. I just need to focus on the trial.

On Monday, I walk up and I have a few sharp pains. I count to make sure I am not going into labor. It all seems fine and they go away so I finish getting ready and then head down to the court room. I present my case and then his lawyers defend him.

The good thing is...I have her journal. "Judge Mattis...if you don't mind can I read a statement from Calie."

"Proceed."

I stand up and wobble around the room. Yes...I'm nine months pregnant and maybe the jury will take that into consideration when I read from her journal. I place one hand on my belly and hold the book while I read aloud.

"My dad...he changed so much when my mom died. It's like he died right along with her...and so did I. I know it's wrong to touch like that but he said he loved me and I was just so scared. He has hit me so many times and threatened to hurt me so bad that I wished that I was dead. Anyway...I noticed something changing in my body...I just didn't know that there was a baby growing in there. I never thought that was possible. He took care of it like he said he would. That man I mentioned earlier he is evil and people need to know about him. How can one just kill another being like it doesn't even matter? My dad said I would be fine but he was wrong, so wrong. I hurt. I'm in pain. I can't live this way and I don't want too. If you are reading this it's because I am already gone...gone from this world. I choose to end it because I have nothing else to live for. If you are reading this tell my father I hope he rots in hell. I hope he gets what he deserves...Why because I was only twelve when you started to molest and rape me...I was just a kid who lost her mom, who was sad and needed someone to hold me. I didn't need you touching me and then create this thing only to torture me more by disposing of it. I hope you have to live with the quilt...forever and I hope one day you will know what it is like to lose everything...to lose yourself."

I pause and look over at her dad for a brief second and there is nothing there in his eyes. I look back at the jury. "This is her journal that she left for me...there are hundreds of entries...dates...and tellings of her father abusing... molesting...raping her. This was the final entry knowing that I would see it. She planned on taking her life before she wrote this. Give her justice...she was just a teen...whose father destroyed her. He is guilty of hurting her...molesting her...raping her..." I point to her father. "He is the one who killed her and he should be punished for what he has done."

After everyone gives statements we are dismissed while the jury makes a decision. I pace the floors back and forth and the pain starts to come again. I take a deep breath...count...take another breath. I grab a cold towel and pat my face down, trying to cool me down. We are called back and I see several of the girls sitting in the back row watching the trial...Charlotte is here, along with Evelyn, Sadie and Mrs. Jackson. There are a few other girls there as well and I know that they are all here on Calie's defense.

"All rise for the honorable Judge Mattis." We all rise and then sit back down. The jury speaks... "Guilty."The room roars with comments and clapping and the judge pounds on the desk.

"Order....Order in the court...Mr. Perkins will you please rise...The jury...has found you guilty of all counts...and you are sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole for the death of not only your daughter but for the death of her baby as well. Court dismissed."

I beam because he got exactly what he deserved. I kiss the journal and whisper... "Justice has been served."

Everyone crowds around me and the stupid reports are all up in my face. I have another pain that shoots right through me and I look down to see this huge wet puddle in between my feet. I look up and thankful the girls are there and they rush me to one of their cars. On the way I am trying to remember to breathe...just breath.Once at the hospital they get me all prepared and ready.

I had to leave Julian a text to meet me because he wants to be a part of the birth. The labor comes along rapidly and just as I am about to push he rushes in the room. "Sorry...I got here as fast as I could."

I scream out in pain and he stands by my side and coaches me the whole way. Moments later there is a loud cry and they place her on my chest. She is so cute. I look over at Julian and he is crying.

After they clean her up and get me back into my room they bring her back into the room. "You can hold her if you want...she is yours after all."

"Ora...she is beautiful...just beautiful."