I went completely berserk after the trial, losing my rationale over the smallest things. It could have been my hysterical mind, but I could sense everybody blaming me for betraying my own blood. My father who was now inculpated for a good number of years. I wouldn’t miss him for sure, since I was left to manage on my own most of the time, but I certainly felt like a heel for being the reason to put him behind bars.
The press had made a ruckus of the whole story painting me as the villain, and that wasn’t helping my case at all. Nothing could give me some sort of solace; I was out of my mind with self-reprimand to have allowed myself to be swayed in that precarious moment of my life.
And deep deep inside, I indirectly blamed Alex for the whole fiasco, although it hadn’t really been his fa
