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The confused child wrote disturbing journal entries detailing the escalating relationship between Steven Pladl and his long-lost biological daughter Katie after the pair reconnected via social media
THE confused diary entries of an 11-year-old girl helped expose the incestuous relationship between her father and her long-lost sister in a scandal that has shocked America.
Steven Pladl of Wake County, North Carolina left his wife to start a relationship with Katie Fusco, going as far as fathering a child with her.
The sordid affair between father and daughter began after Katie decided to track down her biological parents after they gave her up for adoption in 1998.
Katie, who had turned 18, reconnected with her biological parents via social media and went to live with them and their two other children near Richmond, Virginia in August 2016.
Just three months later, Steven and his unsuspecting wife Alyssa separated, and she moved out of the family home taking her two young children with her.
In May 2017, Alyssa received a call from her estranged husband saying their 11-year-old daughter had started to misbehave during visits to see him after he and Katie moved 150 miles away.
He handed his wife the girl’s diary and it was then that the sickening truth emerged.
According to the Daily Mail, the confused and disgusted child had written: “Katie is pregnant. Dad says they feel like couples. Did they get a little too drunk that night? My dad is a slut.
"He'll go to hell but he won't be the one getting tortured, he'll be the one torturing people."
The girl added: "Wait one second if he's Satan and Katie is a human then the baby will be half demon."
The diary also included drawings of her pregnant sister and dad, depicting them both as devils.
Alyssa now feels that he allowed her to read their daughter’s diary as he was too much of a coward to openly tell her the truth.
As expected, the disgusting details in her daughter’s diary left the 37-year-old horrified.
She said: "I lost it. I started screaming. I felt like I was going to throw up.”
After confronting her husband, Alyssa discovered the pair planned to marry and that Steven had instructed his other children to call Katie their “step-mum”.
She told cops her husband would sleep on the floor of Katie’s room in the months before she moved out.
The authorities were alerted and arrest warrants were issued for the pair.
They were tracked down last month and charged with incest with adult, adultery, contributing to delinquency.
A baby boy, understood to be a four-month-old fathered by Steven, was found at their home.
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Steven and Katie were held at the Wake County Detention Center pending extradition to Virginia.
Court records show Steven was released on a $1 million bond while Katie, issued with the same bond, remains in jail.
Alyssa lays the blame solely on her 42-year-old ex-husband, insisting he brainwashed and seduced Katie after she moved into their marital home in Henrico.
She said: “There are no words to describe the sense of betrayal and disgust I'm feeling.
“I waited 18 long years to have a relationship with my daughter - and now he's completely destroyed it.”
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Snuggled under the covers of her bed in the pre-dawn hours of that late October morning, Annie awoke to the sound of her daddy’s cry. The painful yell and loud thud of his feet as they hit the floor echoed through the long, narrow trailer. Her heart hammered. Filled with terror, she heard the unmistakable fear in her father’s words as he bellowed, “I feel like my head’s going to explode!”
Annie’s head jerked toward the shared room next to hers where her two brothers bound out of their bunk beds, stumbling over each other to get out the door. They hustled down the hallway. She followed close on their heels.
The family now gathered in her parents’ bedroom, fear clawed at her as she watched her daddy press both hands to his temples. She felt the blood drain from her face when soft whimpers escaped his throat. Her eyes darted from Daddy to Mommy’s tear-stained face then flitted over the terrified expressions of the boys; fear hung heavy in the room. The furthest thing from anyone’s mind was that this was the morning of Annie’s ninth birthday.
Her three-year-old daughter’s face lit up at the sound of the key in the lock. Annie watched Amanda run into her daddy’s arms, noticed smiles on both their faces, watched him lift the toddler into the air and press her little face to his. Heart warmed at the special bond between a father and daughter, Annie smiled.

Two years passed. Annie watched Amanda loop her arm through her daddy’s and smile up at him as if he were the love of her life. Annie’s eyes misted.
Three years later, eight-year-old Amanda enfolded her arms around her daddy’s waist, stepped on his shoes, and swayed as he danced her around the room. A distant memory stirred in Annie. Sadness enveloped her, and her eyes brimmed.
Alone that evening she yanked a notepad out of the desk drawer, face contorted with a rage that masked deep, deep hurt. Annie put pen to paper, hand energized as angry questions flowed. It didn’t matter that the questions were to a father who’d passed away five years ago, twenty years after the five the doctor predicted. What mattered was thirty years of bottled emotions spewed forth – emotions so raw that the angry words almost ripped through the page as she asked:

After you got well, why didn’t you dance with me and twirl me around the room to the records on our stereo the way you used to? Was I somehow to blame; did I cause your illness? Did I do something wrong to make you not want to be close to me anymore? Why did you keep a physical and emotional arm’s length from me during and after your illness? Did you know that your indifference made me feel unimportant, inadequate – invisible? Did you care?

Questions asked, Annie’s writing slowed as the anger and frustration ebbed. Her brow furrowed as memories surfaced, memories of how distant her father was after he came home from his long hospital stay. Memories of how anxious he became as each October rolled around. “Why?” Annie asked into the empty room.
As if she’d finally asked the right question, the answer came to her. His illness struck on her birthday, making her a constant reminder to her father of his imminent mortality. And each time her birthday rolled around, it meant he was one year closer to dying.
Her head spun at the revelation. Hot tears stung her eyes. She stared at the blurred paper as the insight gave her compassion for the man she’d grown to resent over the years. For the first time, she saw things from her father’s perspective. Annie thought about what must have gone through his mind when he’d heard the doctor’s words: did he wonder if he’d recuperate; wonder how his family would survive if he didn’t; wonder if he’d somehow let his family down?
She grabbed a tissue and dried her eyes, washed with a sense of understanding. At long last, the heart that was broken so long ago felt at peace. Her childish fear that she was to blame for her father’s illness and the misery her family endured afterward, she knew, would no longer haunt her. Instinctively, she now understood her Daddy never meant his aloofness to hurt any of them; he’d simply been afraid – afraid to leave his family alone, afraid to die. Detachment, both in the form of emotional distance and in alcohol, made it easier for him to face the inevitable.
Annie blew her nose as she pictured his face, smiling, loving – the way it looked before that fateful morning. She remembered the music from that old stereo and how she use to put her arms around his waist, step on his shoes, and sway as he danced her around the room. She remembered whispering, “I love you, Daddy” and his smiled response, “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

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