The sirens were blaring, police sirens. I remember screaming and crying as my sister Harriet’s body was pulled out of the dark room at the back of the classroom. I could clearly see that her foot and arm were broken and that’s when the police dragged me out. From then on, I vowed that I would solve the mysterious cause of my sister's death. I start by looking back, way back. We had a pretty okay childhood except when my father drank. He often tried to stop but he was never able to muster the ability to stay off of the alcohol for good. We tried to help him but it never ended well, especially when my mom “interfered”. I was able to leave when I turned 18, and I took the first chance I got. Sometimes I do question if I ever should have left or not. But I never went back. …show more content…
I hated to do this but my dad brought this on himself, Mark Teller was, from this point on, was an official suspect. When Harriet moved out she was 18 as well so we lived together for a while. She seemed pretty happy and showed no signs of anyone disturbing or even threatening her. Though now that I think about it, I do remember one thing. I came home late one night and I had to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn’t wake her. I then heard talking on the phone. She was crying out saying “I’m sorry, but this is over!” and then she said a name, Jacob. That was Jacob Brandon. Now, because breaking up with him would be a motive for murder and revenge, he was now a suspect too. Obviously, I need to keep looking through, as there isn’t enough evidence against him yet. I looked at her phone records. They were mostly angry threats against her from Jacob but some of them were also calls from her to dad. That was strange, especially because she said that she cut off all communication with
DSS received a report of physical abuse, physical neglect and substantial risk of physical abuse on March 3, 2017 alleging there is chaos in the home. After returning with his brothers from their cousin’s house, the boys had to go to bed. The reporter stated that Xzavia banged on his mother’s bedroom door on three separate occasions wanting something to eat. The first time he was told to go back to bed and a popping noise was heard. The second time Ms. Kimberly Dawkins grabbed Xzavia by the head, shook him little and told him to go back to bed. The third time Ms. Dawkins grabbed Xzavia, threw him on the bed, got a gun, held him down and pointed it at him. Reporter states there was no clip in the gun. Ms. Dawkins was reported being upset and it was reported that she left the home for twenty minutes but came back. It was reported that while Ms. Dawkins was gone, Xzavia was very upset and he was crying and Tyzhaun stared punching holes in the wall. It was reported that Xzavia says he wanted to die and that Atmorris went and got a knife, stated to Xzavia, “You want to die?”, here’s the knife and the two older brothers, Tyzhaun and Atmorris left the house and Xzavia chased them. It was reported that Xzavia was outside crying and he spent the night with the neighbor.
I started drinking when I was 16 years old. The reason of my drinking started because the father I had left me when I was 12 years of age. I felt an emptiness as a father figure because my father left and I “filled” that emptiness with alcohol. Alcohol made me feel complete. I did not know the downsides of being intoxicated until I experienced it myself. It all started when my dad left my mother for a hooker he found in a bar. My father left his wife and 3 kids for a women he had just met. A physical problem was when my father invited me and my sibling to his other daughters baptism. Getting there the women my father was with and I felt so much anger, hatred and sadness. I had a couple drinks and everything went downhill. I ended up fighting my father’s girl and ending my relationship with my father. Under the alcohol intoxication I beat my father’s girl up really bad and my adrenalin did not make me stop. I beat her up so bad that there was blood on the floor. My emotional experience was that I always felt alone. I always felt sad. Even though I used alcohol to “fill in” my emptiness is wasn't enough. I would cry myself to sleep when my father didn’t help financially. My family problem because alcohol was because me and sibling were depending on my mother to take care of all the house necessities. Alcohol makes me an aggressive person and that leads to family problems. I’m in
Haleigh is currently at the Division of Youth Services as a runaway. There was an incident that took place on Mother’s Day (05.13.2014). It was reported when Haleigh returned from a friend’s home, she had gotten into an altercation with her mother, Cynthia, and stepfather, Michael. An unknown male brought Haleigh home, and Michael made a threat to the male. Michael called Haleigh a whore, and he told Haleigh she will let anyone fuck her. Michael hit Haleigh on the right arm with his hand, and he also shoved her away from him. Cynthia also slapped Haleigh on the left side of her face. The incident took place, because Haleigh was brought home by a male. It was reported Cynthia offered to get Haleigh, but Haleigh stated she had a way home. The
On 3/16/17, Hennepin Child Protection accepted a report alleged physical abuse, domestic violence of Destiny Jennings by half-brother, Montez Jennings. Per reporter Destiny and Ms. Jennings came home and Montez began threatening Ms. Jennings states he was going to “knock that smile off your face” and "you're really gonna get it if you call the police. Per reporter Montez was throwing food at Ms. Jennings and approached her then Destiny stepped in and Montez pushed Destiny away. Per reporter Ms. Jennings had to go outside to call police as Montez threatened to knock the phone away if she tried calling police. Per reporter Ms. Jennings went to the garage because she was afraid for her safety.
It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.
lose the thought of her. Even though the 3 boys were caught and prosecuted, they needed something else to blame so they wouldn't have. felt guilty about the clothes she was wearing, or the time of night. they let her out of it. These factors of the situation are always left out.
Through watching and analyzing the first video we have learned: James and Marlene Johnson have five year old boy named Brad. It has come to the attention of Mrs. Johnson, there son Brad may have been sexually abused by their babysitter Mary Stanton. Mary Stanton is being accused of sexually touching Brad’s penis in the bathtub and undressing him. Brad also told his mother, Mary had undressed in front of Brad by taking off her shoes and top. Brad had told his mother Mary pulled on his penis twice. Mary Stanton has been babysitting Brad for approximately one year and is with Brad weekly. Mary is 20 years old, is a part time student at TCI, and pursuing a career in education. Mrs. Johnson was asked if she could ever smell alcohol of Mary Stanton’s
She started running at me and I screamed. And she bit me and ripped off a piece of Jacob’s shoulder. Then the door opened and the police started shooting. And then Martha ran at them and then everything was going blurry and Jacob said softly, “Please don’t... Please....” Then everything went black.
Why have I chosen this particular topic to write about? Why do I and others think the way we do? What drives people's behavior? Do our experiences alter our thought processes? These types of questions, are the types of questions that I ask myself everyday. A teacher of mine, Ms. Beller, told me once that we make up to 30,000 decisions each and every day. Those decisions may help determine how our day will play out or how we may react.
I remember when I was about 9 or 10 years old and I had caught my Dad sneaking alcohol in the back of the house. I don’t know if he thought I was dumb or just too young to understand, but I specifically remember mom telling him that “It’s not okay for you to be drinking around my children”. Mom always said that he was making a bad influence around us. Dad would always say he was going out and not come back for hours and sometimes even days, I would always worry about him, “Is he okay, did something happen to him”. I knew more than I led on at the time, like I knew my mom was depressed all the time, I could just see it in her everyday actions.
Alcohol was an escape for my mother, and her addiction caused a separation between us. My mother has a low tolerance of alcohol and always pushed her limits, something I did not notice when I was young. My father was never a fan of her drinking excessively, which her sister also drank alcohol often. Unfortunately, my father passed away when I was seven. My mother did everything she could to be there for me, except when she turned her sadness to alcohol.
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I soon began to calm her down. She started to tell me that her dad had left her and her mom home alone for 2 days. Her dad came back today and had a gun. He killed his wife and the little girl snuck away. When she had gotten far away from her home, she called the police.
I did not like it!Home was beautiful scenery this was the total opposite. I told y oyfriend hat I felt like I was in the middle f hell!This is my future?I knew that it was time to see what I was made of. And I made a plan. I found a church where I could go. The people were very nice nd
My older sister is on her way to James Madison University next fall to start her journey of becoming a college student. But, it was not always an easy road for her. My sister has Dyslexia, and she's been battling it her whole life. She wanted to prove everyone wrong, and she did just that.