The Twist Of Fate

Ch. 22 The End

Years passed. Seven years exactly. I walked into the jail with a wedding ring on my finger, a six year old child holding my hand, and a new born in my arm. I faced the man that raped me.

"This, here, is your son." I said to him. "It took me this long to face you and tell you this. I love him, with all of my heart. His name is Jonah Robert Connors. He's my son and Nathan's son now. Nathan adopted him as soon as we got married two years ago. You don't realize what you did to me. You raped me. You did one of the most horrifying things in the world and got me pregnant. But, out of all of this, I made one of the best creations anyone could ever receive. I love this little boy more than anything. And his father, his real father is Nathan. You, Brandon the man who raped me, are just the man who did a horrifying thing to me. I forgive you for it. When you get out of here, I hope you never do something so horrible ever again. This little girl, she's about two months old. Her name is Genevieve Marie Connors. I love her more than anything too. I needed to come here and face you. Show you how you didn't break me. How good I'm getting along and how much I love my life even though you tried to do something to ruin it." I said.

"I'm sorry." Was all he could say to me.

"I bet you are, but it's okay." I said in reply. I stood up, kissed my son and daughter on the forehead, told them I loved them, and walked out of the jail with my head up, a smile on my face, and love in my heart.