Posted on 01/09/2020 7:41:41 AM PST by Morgana
The Indiana teen who murdered the high school cheerleader who was pregnant with his baby was sentenced to 65 years in prison Tuesday.
Aaron Trejo, 16, received 55 years in prison for the murder of Breana Rouhselang in December 2018 and 10 years for a feticide count in the murder of their baby, according to Fox 59.
Court documents show Trejo, a high school football player for Mishawaka High, admitted to fighting with 17-year-old Rouhselang about the unborn child before stabbing her in the heart.
In charging documents obtained by Fox News, South Bend Detective Gery Mullins wrote that Trejo told him that "Breana waited too long to tell [him] about the pregnancy to get an abortion. I asked Aaron what he did about that, and he replied, ‘I took action ... I took her life.’” The girl’s stepmother, Nicole Rouhselang, told reporters her stepdaughter had been about six months pregnant.
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10 years for a feticide
Interesting. keep an eye on this.
True....but she dated him anyways.
“This is the boy every father feared his daughter would date.”
Hear, hear! Isn’t that the truth.
This is a truly sad story. It doesn’t sound like this kid even had any remorse at all. Like Alysa Milano, he pretty much brags about killing people...even his own child. The difference, this kids’s in prison and Alyssa Milano gets paid to brag about her killings. What a messed up culture we live in.
On the other hand, Breana Rouhselang sounds like the daughter every father wishes to raise. One that won’t be killing her children. So sad her conviction cost her her life.
Stories like this should be read to every high school aged girl in America.
My daughter once went out with a guy I didn’t like. When he came to pick her up, I took a line from a stand up comic and said...”have her home by 10. Any later and I gotta tell you, I don’t mind going back to prison”.
Wonder how old Breana’s dad will be when the perp gets out? Maybe so old he won’t have much to lose by paying Aaron a little visit?
“Nice clean cut looking lad. </sarc>”
So true. One has to wonder what attracted her to him. Then again it’s sometimes said the girls like the “wild boys”.
That's the way I roll, myself.
If Sideshow Bob had a son...
For some high school girls it is edgy to date bad boys. Not saying that’s the case here, but...it has always been as such.
Reminded me of this:
Subject: Rules of dating a Drill Instructors daughter
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early.”
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. On issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
And the more the parents try to warn her about him, the more she will defend him.
Probably the star of the team. The hero worship goes to his head. A sad situation.
I think, heh.
“Stories like this should be read to every high school aged girl in America.”
Agreed.
I understand and would certainly feel that way and would have to exercise great restraint to keep from making it so, in this scenario.
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