Crime scene analysis

The Profile of a Mass Murder

The FBI breaks this tragic event into four categories; Genocide, serial, spree and mass murder. Genocide is the destruction of numerous individuals for religious, personal, political, or ethnic beliefs. Serial homicide’s the slaughtering of 3, or more at different times and locations. Spree murders are when three or more people’s killed in varies areas, with little time between the executions. Mass homicide’s three or more massacres during one event. A mass and spree assassin may prepare for the homicides months in advance, but seldom plans the escape.

There’re several motives behind the executions. Some kill for personal beliefs, or political reasons. Another reason’s revenge. The retaliation isn’t necessarily aimed at their targeted victims, but against others who he feels has wronged him. Revenge seekers collect weapons and often acts, dress like a soldier.

Others include power, self- gratification and fame. The offenders wanting power and control dressed in military gear and use assault rifles during the attack. Self-gratification and fame seekers destroy out of passion, to prevent suffering, or eternal damnation. They’ll be the one responsible for the victim’s well-being, father, husband or leader. Occasionally the perpetrator leaves a note explaining the rationale.

There’s a variation in the profiles because most either commits suicide or is killed by a cop afterwards. If the predator’s captured, they’ll show no remorse, display a callous who cares attitude, giving the police little assistance.

Some studies show the assassin comes from a broken home and may, or may not have a mental disease. The killer’s usually a white male, ranging between the ages of 20- 30, a few in their 40’s and 50’s. He generally stays to himself, has few friends and is mobile. They’re good students, don’t have a police record and has never been diagnosed with a mental illness. The crimes he commits stems from years of built up emotions.

Other studies show the mass murders are psychotic, delusional or have depression issues. The target resembles people who wronged them. Sometimes the similarity’s only in the criminals mind. The killing spree may begin after a crisis has occurred. Loss of a family member, partner, job. No drugs or alcohol was consumed beforehand.

The younger perpetrators have few friends’ shows antisocial behavior. They’ve either had a recent loss, was bullied in school and used drugs and/or alcohol before the execution.

The FBI’s grouped the varies assignation techniques into six basic categories, they are; Annihilator, school shootings, disciple, disgruntled employee, Pseudo- command, set and run

 ANNIHILATOR Generally the oldest boy kills everyone in the family at the same time. He could wait for the family to arrive, or go to them. Afterwards the criminal commits suicide, or he’ll be killed by an officer. He has mental issues and displays odd behavior. The predator usually doesn’t execute strangers and motive’s unknown.

School Shootings. Most perpetrators are bullied in school, suffered a recent loss, failure and had weapons training. The chosen location’s a place where safety’s taken for granted. This assassin often tells someone about the attack before it occurs. The individual won’t be the victim, or be associated with the area.

Disciple The leader generally stays in one area, but can move to different locations. His victims are chosen randomly, or he selects the ones that symbolize someone. Once the group’s chosen, the originator will order his disciple to either use guns, biological weapons, poison or gas to assassinate his entire crew, leaving himself as the sole survivor.

Disgruntled employee. This occurs after someone lost their job or is placed on leave of absence. The assailants walk around looking for a specific person, slaughtering others who’s in the way. The motive is unreasonable, unfair treatment. Sometimes obsessive-compulsive disorder may be present, but not psychosis.

Pseudo- command. The predator cautiously plans his attack well in advance, while collecting varies weapon. During the planning, he sees the project as a fantasy and will go through different stages. He first believes it’s for revenge, then he see himself as a hero, saving the world. Lastly, the criminal imagines the act and soon after the massacre begins.

He usually has only a few friends and tends to be mobile. The victims are randomly selected. When captured, he’ll believe he’s an icon for attempting to make what he believes is a needed change and hope others will follow his example.

Set and run. This type of killers uses explosives that they plant, designate and run to a safe location. Others might inject poison into consumable items. The motive’s fame.

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The Truth Comes Out

Rachel trudges into the police station. It had been a long, busy day and she’s more the ready to go home. She’s hoping her husband’s ready to leave too.

“It’d be so nice to have a little quality time with him..” She thinks, walking into his office.

“I was just about to call you.”

“I figured you’re about ready to go home.”

“No, someone’s reported shots fired at Madeline’s Howard’s apartment. Jerry’s already over there.”

“Ok Joe, I’m on my way.”

***

Jumping up, Katelin grabs a hold of Carlos’ lifeless body and shoves him aside.

“Mother?” She asks. dropping to her knees.

“Mother, are you alright?”” Madeline still didn’t respond.
Mother, Please answer me!” She yells shaking her. Madeline slowly opened her eyes.

“Are you alright?” She asks.

“I think so.” She replies, slowly lifting herself up to a sitting position. Looking over at his bleeding corpse, Madeline lets out terrifying screams.

“It’s alright mother, he can’t hurt us anymore.”

“Oh, Katelin what did you do?”

“I saved us from being killed.” The front door flies open. Officers begin storming into the room.

“Put your hands where I can see them,” Jerry orders.  The ladies throw their hands in the air.

“We’re unarmed.” Katelyn quickly informs him.  Two of his men began patting them down while the third checks on the motionless body.

“He’s dead, sir,” Kirk replies.

“He tried to kill us. He tried to kill us!” Katelin exclaims as she’s being drug outside in handcuffs.

“She’s right the guy threatened to shoot us if I didn’t pay him.”

“We’ll sort all of it out at the station,” Jerry informs her, escorting her to the door.  Rachel pulls up as the officer’s are loading the suspects in the car.

“You missed out on all of the action.”

“I see that. So what do we have?’

“We have one dead victim apparently from being stabbed in the back. Both of the ladies claim that it was self-defense.”
“How can it be self-defense if he’s stabbed in the back?”

“That’s what I want to know.”
“What about the reported gunshot?”

“It must’ve been a stray bullet because no one’s shot.”

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Do a walk-through of the crime scene, to get your take on it, then meet me at the station?”

“Sounds like a plan.” She starts walking up to the apartment when she’s met by one of the lab techs.

“Rachel, we found the gun, it’s laying a few feet from the deceased. When we checked we found gunpowder residue on his right hand and the only prints on the gun matches his. The knife that’s sticking out of his back matches the ones found in the kitchen. It has two sets of prints. One set belongs to the daughter and the other I’m assuming matches the mother. I’ll know more when I do a comparison at the lab.”

“Thank you Kirk.”

“There’s one more thing.  We found a slug in the ceiling. I’ll have forensics check to see if it matches the gun when we get back.”

“Is there signs of forced entry?”

“No, and there’s no sign of a struggle either.”

***

Storming into the interrogation room, Jerry plops down on the chair. After repositioning the chair so he’s in front of Madeline he begins.

“I want you to start at the beginning and tell me everything that happened tonight.”

“Katelyn knocked on the door asking to be let in, so I open it for her. She’s standing on the porch crying. Her clothes were torn, she had bruises all over her face. I asked her what happened when this guy jumps out from behind her and pushes her into the house. That’s when he started threatening to shoot us if I didn’t pay what Katelyn owed. He and my daughter started arguing and that’s when he came at me with a gun. Katelyn grabs a knife from the kitchen and starts running toward us. I remember being pushed to the floor. I must’ve hit my head when I fell, because the next thing I know Katelyn shaking me, telling me to wake up.”

“Do either of you know him?”

“I don’t, but I believe she does.”

“Let me go talk to your daughter, see if she can confirm your story.” Rushing to the door he sees Rachel standing out in the hallway.

“I spoke to Katelyn, she confirmed everything Madeline just said. When I asked her whereabouts this morning she said she was in the park. I asked her if anyone could put her there and she said Carlo’s and his buddy Jimmy could. So I’m going to find Jimmy to confirm her story.” Jerry walks back into the room.

“I have a few more questions I need to ask you.”

“Who stabbed Carlo’s in the back?”

“My daughter did, but it’s to protect me. See He had a gun pointed at my head and she ran up and stabbed him.”

“How did the bullet get in the ceiling?”
“I pushed his arms up, right before we fell.”

“Sit tight, let me see what the captain wants to do.”  He started to walk to the captain’s office when he thought of a few more questions he needed to ask Katelyn.

“I’ve already spoken to your mom. Now I have a few things I need to ask you.”
“I told the other detective everything.”
“It’s not about tonight, it’s about this morning.”

“I told her I was at the park.”

“I know and she’s checking on that now, in the mean time I wanted to ask you if there’s anyone who’d want to hurt your father? Anyone with a grudge, maybe someone he owes money too?”
“I can’t think of anyone. Wait, have you checked the security camera’s yet?”

“What security camera’s”

“The ones he has set up all over the house. My sister Katie told mom about them. She said that dad had them installed so he can make sure I didn’t come in and rob him when he’s gone. See dad disowned me, the night I got hauled off to jail.”

“So you have a grudge against him?”
“No, I love my father. I just wish he felt the same way. She looks down at the table.  He could see tears starting to stream down her face.

“I was sick back then, didn’t know what I was doing. Of course, refusing to take my medicines only made things worse. He doesn’t understand. He just doesn’t understand.” She cries.

“Maybe someday he will.”
“No, he won’t. He’s even blaming me for splitting him and mom up, he said I ruined his family. His last words to me were you’re a psychopath and I wish you was never born.” She sobs.

“I didn’t want to do all of that horrible thing, but the voices kept telling me to. Why can’t anyone understand that, why?”  She bawls.

“Sometimes I wished I was never born too, then I wouldn’t hurt everyone I love. Why was I born this way, why? I don’t want to be like this. I don’t. I’d give anything to be normal like everyone else, anything at all.” She sobs.

“Why couldn’t I’ve just died, why? Everyone would be happier if I would. My dad’s right. I am a mistake. A big, fat, stupid mistake.” Suddenly the door flies open.

“Oh honey.” Madeline says rushing over to her daughter.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. Please forgive me.”  She cries, leaning her head against her mother chest.

“It’s alright honey, everything’s going to be ok, I promise.”
“You still love me, right?”
“Of course I do, I’ll always love you.”  She says, wrapping her arms around her daughter. Looking up at the detective she quickly explains.
“She gets like this when she doesn’t take her medicine.”

“I‘ve had personal experience with this disease so I know how they can get. That’s why I allowed you to come in here, help her, before, well you know how the moods change.” Joe replies.

“She’s saying something about Stan installing security cameras in the house?” Jerry questions.
“Yes, he had them installed when I moved out. I don’t know where they’re located exactly, but Katie might.”

***

“Hey Jimmy, whatcha doing?” Rachel asks as he opens the door.

“What do you want now?”
“I want to ask you a few questions.”

“Can’t this wait until tomorrow? I sort of have company.”
“Well, I sort of have some questions to ask so we can either do it here or the station.”

“Ok, what is it?”
“Was Katelyn at the park today?”
“Yes, she’s at the park every day.”
“What time?”
“It was ten. I remember thinking she wasn’t going to show up because she’s usually there by nine.

“How did she act?”
“Her normal self, why?”
“Did you notice anything different about her actions, or her appearance?”

“She had some Jelly donut on her shirt and her face, she washed it off in the bathroom.”

“You’re sure it’s a donut?”

“Yes, she always stops and gets jelly donuts before she comes to the park, only today she made a mess.”

“Do you remember what she was wearing?”

White shirt, Jeans, she had another top under it, light blue tank top I think. Is she alright?”

“Why wouldn’t she be?”
“No reason.” He replies nervously.
“Don’t play dumb with me.”

“I’m not, honest.”
“Bullshit, you know something! If you don’t tell me I’ll haul your ass in for drug possession.”
“What drugs, I don’t have any drugs.”
“What’s that on the table? Jimmy quickly glances behind him.

“From here I’d say it’s enough for a warrant. God knows what else we’ll find when we search the place. Who knows, you may end up doing some hard time.”

“I know my rights and I know you can’t go snooping around without a warrant.”

“Plain sight statue says I can. So you can either start talking, or take a ride, your choice, Jimmy.” She says, reaching for her handcuffs.

“If I tell you what Carlo’s said, you’ll forget seeing the drugs.”

“I won’t tell a soul.”
“When Carlos left the park today he’s mad, said the bitch owes him money and she better pay up if she knows what’s good for her.”
“What do you think he meant by that?”
“He’d probably kill her if she refused to pay up. His face suddenly turned pale.

“Oh my god he did it, he killed Katelyn!”
“Don’t worry, she’s fine.”

“Is Carlo’s alright?”

“Thanks for your help Jimmy.”

“Wait, you didn’t answer my question. Is Carlo’s alright?” Her cell starts ringing as she walks to her car.

“Rachel we have surveillance tapes of Stan’s attack.”

“What did it show?”
“Katelyn isn’t the one who attacked him, it was his other daughter Katie.”

You want me to go pick her up?”
“No, I have uniforms headed to her house now. Did you find out anything?”
“Jimmy said that Carlo’s told him he’s going to collect on a debt Katelyn owes. Said he was mad and he threatened to kill her if she didn’t pay up.”

So she’s telling the truth.”

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Settling Old Scores

Within a few minutes, the peaceful little neighborhood’s woken by sirens, as patrol cars began lining the streets.  Nosy neighbors started congregating out on the lawns, trying to figure out what had happened in their sleepy little community. Seeing all the interest, the captain instructing his men to canvas the neighborhood, see if they can locate witnesses.His partner Rachel volunteered to interview the maid since she’s the one who discovered the body. With everyone busy caring out their assigned tasks, Jerry, the lead decides to take a look around inside the house..

“There doesn’t see any sign of a struggle. Maybe the maid cleaned it up.” He thinks. Walking through the hallway, he meets his old buddy Kirk. He’s a hard working dedicated man who’d just started the police force a few years ago. With his help he hopes the young rookie will become detective soon.“What can you tell me, Kirk?”

“What can you tell me, Kirk?”

“Well sir, we haven’t found any signs of forced entry, and there’s no sign of a struggle. So we’re assuming the victim knew the person, let them in the house. The perpetrator waited until he wasn’t looking and hit him in the back of the head with this.” He says, lifting up the bronze statue. I checked for fingerprints and found four different sets. I’ll run them when I get back to the station. We found this lying beside the victim’s body. According to the fibers, I’d say it came from a woman’s navy blue jacket.”

“Where did all the water come from?” He asks stepping off of the soggy carpet.
“From the tub, apparently he’s getting ready to take a bath when his visitor shows up.”

“So the attack happened sometime this morning?”

“Yes, sir. Calculating the stream of water coming out of the faucet, and comparing that to the overflow, I’d say he was hit no more than an hour ago.”

“Good job, son.”
“Thank you sir.” Smiling Kirk gets back to work.

The detective sees  the housekeeper’s leaning against the edge of the porch railing, smoking a cigarette.  Walking over to her the detective notices the woman’s hand trembling, as she tries to bring the cigarette up to her mouth. Poor thing, she thinks picking up her speed.

“My name Is Rachel Webb I’m with the Berryville Police Department. I heard you’re the one who found the victim?”
“Se, Se I found Mr. Stan laying on the den floor when I came in this morning.”
“What time was that?”
“9:30. I always start my cleaning at 9:30.”

“Did you see anyone else in the house?”
No, no just Mr. Stan and I.” She takes another drag from her cigarette before recanting her statement.

“Someone could’ve been hiding. I didn’t look I saw him and ran out of the house.”

“Do you know anyone who might want to hurt him?”
“Se his wife, he kicked her out three months ago. There’s been bad blood between them ever since.”

“Is there anyone else who’d hurt your boss?”
“Se his oldest child Katelyn. He’s always worried she’d come back and hurt him. Mr. Stan told me not to let her in that I should call the police if I see her around the house. Guess they had a bad fight, haven’t spoken in years.”
“Is there anyone else you can think of that might want to hurt him?”
“No, no that’s all.”

“Well if you think of anybody else, call us alright.” Rachel says, handing Marie her card.” Glancing towards the porch, Rachel sees the paramedics wheeling the victim out on a gurney. Jerry’s right behind them.

“How’s the victim?” She asks, walking towards her co-workers.
“He’s alive. The paramedics said he started mumbling I can’t believe she’d do this to me.”

“Did he specify who he’s talking about?”
“No, the EMT’s asked him, but he kept mumbling the same phrase.”
“The maid said he kicked the wife out of the house three months ago, and he and his oldest daughter’s estranged. So I’m going to go talk to them. She turned to leave when she sees Marie rushing toward her.

“Miss Rachel, I thought of someone else who might want to harm him.”
“Who?”
“I guy named Carlos. Mr. Stan said he’s bad news, said he threatened to kill him if he didn’t pay up.”
“Did Mr. Howard call the police?”
“No, my boss didn’t want any trouble so he paid him.”
“Do you know the guys last name, or what he looks like?”
“No, he always came after I left and Mr. Stan always referred to him as Carlos.”

“Did you clean anything today?” Jerry asks.

“No, I see his car in the driveway so I go check on him first. When I saw him on the floor I ran out of the house. I’ll go in and clean now.”

“Since this’s an active crime scene, you won’t be able to clean today. We’ll tell you when you can alright.”

“Please tell him so he won’t get mad and fire me.”

“We will. Thank you. Maria, you’ve been very helpful. Well, I’m going to go talk with his children and wife, Jerry.”

“ I’ll finish up here.”

***

Madeline’s working on a beautiful sunset when she hears banging on the front door. Looking out the kitchen window, she sees a squad car in the driveway.

“Oh my god, something’s happened to Katelyn!” Running to the front door she throws it open.

“I’m Rachel with the Berryville…”
“What happened to Katelyn, is she alright?”

“We’re not here about her. I need to talk to you about your husband. Where were you this morning between eight and ten?”

“I’ve been here all day.”

“Can anyone verify that?”

“Katelyn was here until she left for work at 8:30.  Then my youngest daughter Katie visited rafter she left. What is all this about?”

“Your husband’s found lying unconscious, barely breathing in his home this morning.”

“Unconscious! Oh my god, I have to get to the hospital.” She says, scooping her keys off the peg. The detective blocks her in the apartment.

“I need to ask you a few more questions first.  Where does Katelyn work?”
“At the cosmetic department at Macy’s. I really need to go be with him.”
“Give me Katie’s home address and you can leave.”
“It’s 51 Country Court, now am I free to go?” She asks impatiently.

“For now, but I might need to ask you a few more questions later.”

“I’ll be here, or the hospital. Grabbing her purse, she bolts out the door. Walking down the driveway, Rachel sees the captain pulling up behind her car.

“I’m going to visit Katelyn at work and visit the other girl, Katie to verify the wife’s alibi for this morning.”
“You don’t think she did it?” He asks pointing to Madeline.

“The way she reacted to the news and spouted off two alibi’s without even thinking I doubt it. I’m still going to have patrol keep an eye on her. Katelyn has a history of violence and her and the father’s estranged so I’m not ruling her out so quickly. “

“I’m headed to the station, so keep me informed, alright?”
“Yes sir.”

***

Jerry’s searching the house for evidence when Jeff approaches him. He’s fresh out of the academy still had a lot to learn. Like Kirk, the guy has potential if someone takes the time to train him right.

“Jerry, his youngest daughter Katie’s here. She wants to know what’s going on.”

“I’ll go talk to her. Thank you.” Walking out on the lawn he sees a distraught daughter screaming, as two officers attempt to hold her back.

“It’s ok I got it.” He says, the officers quickly releases her.

“My name is Jerry and I’m with the Berryville police department.”

“What happened to my father? Is he alright?”

“Your father’s found lying unconscious on the floor this morning. Evidently someone hit him in the back of the head.”

“Where is he?”

“The paramedics took him to Carroll Regional.”

“I’ve got to get to the hospital.” She says, turning towards her car. Reaching out, Jerry grabs her arm.

“Wait, I need to ask you a few questions first.”

“My father could be dying and you want to ask me questions?”
“I understand you wanting to be with your father, so I’ll be brief. Where were you between eight and ten this morning?”
“I dropped the girls off at school, went to the bank, post office, and then visited mom. After that, I went to the grocery store then came here?”

“What time did you visit your mother?”
“It was almost ten.”

“Do you know anyone who’d want to hurt your father?”

“No, I really need to go.” She says rushing to her car.

***

Walking into the large department store, Rachel began looking around. She hadn’t been in here since she was a little girl. This’s her step mother’s favorite place to take her to buy school clothes. It hasn’t  changed a bit/ She thinks. Glancing around she sees an older, heavy set lady standing at the cosmetic counter.

“May I help you?” The lady asks eyeing her appearance closely.

“Yes I’m here to see Katelyn Howard.”

“I’m sorry, but she isn’t working today. Perhaps I can help you with something.”

“When will she be back?”
“She won’t be coming back today, or any other day.”
“She’s fired?”
I’m afraid so, quite some time back. I know just what you need.” Pulling out a few fancy white bottles from the glass cabinet, she carefully arranges them in front of her.

“Not today, thanks.” She replies walking away.

“I can make you look like a new women, in just a few minutes. You’ll look so good your husband won’t know what to think about the new you. The lady continued, as the detective hurries towards the door.

“My husband doesn’t know what to think about the old me sometimes.” Laughing, she walks out into the bright afternoon sun.

***

Wanting to stop the cerebral hemorrhage, and reduce swelling on the brain, the doctors rushed Stan off to surgery. The doctors then decided to keep him in a medically induced coma, until his condition improved. After being allowed to see him briefly, both Madeline and Katie decided to go home, get some rest. Wanting to be close to the phone, Madeline decided to sleep on the lumpy sofa she’d purchased at a second-hand store. After an hour of tossing, and turning, she grabbed the remote and began surfing channels, hoping to be bored to sleep. She’d just started watching a classic when she’s startled by a loud bang. Listening a little closer, she realizes someone’s pounding on the front door. Wrapping her housecoat around her, she walks over to the entranceway.

“Who is it? “  She yells through the door.

“Mom it’s me, can you please let me in.”

“Oh for heaven sakes.” She  mumbled, fumbling with the locks. Throwing it open she sees Katelyn standing half naked on the porch. He hair’s a tangled mess and her makeup’s smudged with two long streaks of mascara running down either sides of her face. Looking a little closer she notices fresh bruises.

“Are you alright?” She asks.

“I’m sorry mom. I’m so sorry. I messed up, real bad this time.” She cries. Madeline starts to pull her inside when she sees a tall, muscular man step out from behind her. His hair’s long and greasy.  He had numerous piercings along his dirt smudged face.  Pushing the distraught young women in the apartment, he slams the door behind them. The sudden gust of wind sent an overwhelming smell of body odor through the room, making Madeline gag.

“What do you think you’re doing?  Barging into my house in the middle of the night?”  She asks, backing away from the rancid odor.

“Your daughter owes me money, and I came to collect.”

“Don’t listen to him mom!”

“Shut up, bitch!” He yells tossing her on the floor.

“Get out of my house, now!” Madeline screams.

“Give me my money and I will!”

“I’m not paying you a damn dime. So get out before I call the cops.” Reaching inside his jacket, he pulls out a revolver.

“Either pay up or I’ll kill you both.” He says, pointing the gun at her. Frightened she glances over at her daughter. She’s curled up in the corner of the kitchen crying.

“How much does she owe you?” Madeline stutters, reaching for her purse.

“I figure all the blow she snorted comes to five hundred dollars.”

“Five hundred dollars!” She exclaims

“You’re full of shit, Carlos, I don’t owe you a dime.” The daughter blubbers

“That’s what I should have gotten back from your sales today.”
“I told you I gave the money to Diego.”

“That’s not what he’s claiming. He says he found you lying on a bench all strung out. When he asked for the money you said you hadn’t sold a thing. When he asked for the drugs, you took off running to your car.”

“Well he’s lying! I gave every last dime I made to him!” She screams.
“What’s going on?” Madeline asks.

“Your precious little girl’s been selling coke for me. Today she snorted up all the profits.”

“Is it true?” She asks looking over at Katelyn. Seeing the disapproval on her mom’s face, she started bawling. She’s gotten really good at crocodile tears and fabricated stories through the years.

“I didn’t want to sell for him, but he made me. He said he’d kill us both if I didn’t start paying off an old debt.” She blubbers.

“That’s a lie! You begged me for a job.”

“He’s lying, I wouldn’t break my promised to you. Not after all you’ve done for me.” She cries.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I want you to leave, Carlo’s.”

“Pay me the money, or both you bitches die!” He yells. Getting a firm hold on Madieline’s  housecoat, he shoves the gun into her forehead.

“No one threatens my mother!” Grabbing a knife off of the kitchen counter she runs towards them.

“Katelyn no!” She warns. Her daughter continued racing towards them. Raising her left arms up, Madeline smacks Carlo’s arm, causing it to fly towards the ceiling. Katelyn raises her weapon up and plunges the long, sharp weapon between his shoulder blades. Carlo’s squeezed the trigger, as the three tumble onto the floor.

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Katelyn’s Story The Haunting Past

Since Katelyn’s release from the hospital, Madeline’s sold three additional pictures to the art gallery The owners loved her

paintings so much, they begged her for more. Offered to double the amount if she can paint four pictures by the end of the

month. Later her friend Ariella explains how one of their clients admired her artistic style and wanted to display her pictures at

his art gallery in Paris. She couldn’t believe it. Her work, traveling all the way to France.

“You didn’t think I had what it takes, did you, Stan. Always telling me my art’s a waste of time and your precious money. I

proved you wrong, again.” Smiling, she puts the third picture on the table to dry. Since she moved to the two bedroom

apartment, she’s had to set up her art projects in a corner of the kitchen. She often misses the spacious studio, but figures

giving up her fancy work area’s a small price to pay for happiness.

“What should I paint next?” She thinks grabbing a new canvas.

“I’m headed to work.” Her eldest child replies, walking toward the entryway. She’s been employed at the cosmetic department

for the last couple of months. Although she often comes home frustrated at the customers, she seems to enjoy her job,

overall. Remembering all the makeup catastrophes the girl experienced growing up, she laughs. Who knew that all those disasters would turn my troublesome child into a makeup artist? She chuckles.

“Will you be home for dinner?”

“No, I planned on hanging out with a few friends tonight. I won’t be in until later since tomorrow’s my only day off.”

“Well stay safe.”

“Don’t worry mom, I will.” She starts walking out the door. Everything’s going really well for her oldest child, but she still has a

A lot of concerns about her well-being. She worries about her not taking her medicine, she’ll get in with her old crowd, or she’ll

be raped again. No matter how many times she reassures her mother, she’s not in the drug scene anymore, or how many

defense classes the young woman takes, the nagging feeling always seemed to return. They’ve talked to the therapist

extensively about her feelings. The therapist continues to reassure her that her daughter’s making a lot of improvements, and

deserves her freedom. She disagrees. She knows how her child can do so well for a few months, then one day she’ll slip up,

and all her hard work will be for nothing. She explained the pattern to the therapist too. The counselors told her Katelyn’s

older now, more mature and understands the consequences, if she chooses the wrong path. No matter what anyone says or

does her anxiety never seems to go away?

“I love you, honey.”

“Love you too mom.” She replies, jogging down the sidewalk to her car. Placing the canvas on the easel, she tried to imagine

her next painting. No matter how hard she tried to get her mind on her art, the sinking feeling kept gnawing away at her.

****

Peeling himself off the couch, Stan glances towards the bright morning sun, blaring from the large picture window. I need to

remember to close the drapes he thinks. Holding his aching head, he stumbles off to the adjoining bathroom. Hoping to find

some sort of hangover relief. He starts to open the medicine cabinet when he notices his haggard reflection in the mirror, he

stops and take a closer look. His face’s pale, pasty and housed more wrinkles than what you’d see on an eighty-year-old man.

Looking a little closer, he noticed bags the size of saucers had somehow taken up residence underneath his eyes overnight. I

got to stop the nightly drinking. He reasons, staring at the old man looking back at him. At sixty-four, he knew he wasn’t a

spring chicken. His thinning hair and achy bones often reminded him of that.  He doesn’t’ want to look like some withered up

old prune before his time.

“This is all your fault, Madeline. You and that damn daughter of yours. If it wasn’t for all the hell you’ve given me, I wouldn’t

have to drink every night.” Stripping off his clothes, he tosses them on top of the large pile in the corner.

“I’m glad Marie’s coming in today.” He says, inventorying the mess. He hired Marie to cook and clean for him three days a

week. At first he thought she’s a luxury, but soon realized Marie’s a necessity since his wife’s no longer there to take care of

him.

“In our twenty-five years of marriage that’s the only thing my good for nothing wife ever did right.” He concludes. He starts to

adjust the water in the tub, when he hears a loud commotion coming from the front of the house. Looking up at the clock he

realizes it’s still too early for his maid” Throwing on his robe, he runs to the noise.

“Everything seemed to be where I left it. Maybe it’s those damn stray cats getting into the garbage.” He concludes, walking

back towards the bathroom. Stepping into the homey den, he felt something hard smashed against the back of his head,

He falls to the hardwood floor. Quickly turning around, he looks up at his attacker.

“Why are you doing this to me? After all, I’ve done for you? He cries. Smiling, the attacker’s slams the large, metal object down

on his head.

****

Finally deciding on a theme for her painting, Madeline starts choosing colors for her new creation when she hears someone

knocking on the door.

“Just a minute.”  She yells, busily emptying her hands. Glancing up, she sees her youngest child, Kate, walking towards her.

“I thought I’d stop by see how thing’s going.”

“Everything’s great. Yesterday the art gallery told me they have a buyer who wants to display my art in Paris. Can you believe

it, honey? My paintings’ traveling all the way to France.”

“Congratulations, mother.”

“I’d love to go the house and rub my news in your dad’s face, just for spite. How is the old geezer anyhow?”

Miserable, he’d like for you to come home.”

“Did he say he says that”

“Dad will never admit it, but everyone can tell by the way he moves around that he misses you, mother.”

“Well, I sure don’t miss him.” A long uneasy silence filled the air. She figured it had something to do with Stan. He’s probably

convinced Kate the augment, the break up’s her fault. Making him the victim in all of this, forcing her to choose sides. He use

to play these games when she was younger too. Every time she and Stan argued, he’d take Kate places, do things with her,

and buy her nice gifts, while completely ignoring the eldest child. Madeline confronted him about it. He informed her he’s

making up for all hell the youngest child has to go through. She knew it’s his way of making sure she’d always be a daddy’s

girl that she’d choose him over her.

“Your sister’s doing well. Still working at the department store, taking her medicine.”

“That’s good. Maybe she’ll be able to get her own place soon.” The girls haven’t spoken since the night at the hospital. She

tried to get the two to talk, but they refused to be in the same room for more than a few seconds. Kate’s stubborn like her

father, won’t even allow her two daughters near the apartment, if her sister’s home. When she does let the children visit, they

seem so distant. This hurts her, because the girls were grandma’s little angels, before the fighting began.

“How’s the girls?”

“They’re doing great.

“Tell Ashley, and Abby grandma loves and misses them.”

“I will, well I better go, have lots of errands to run.” She says running for the entryway.

“Love you honey.”

“You too mother.” She replies quickly closing the door behind her. Madeline plops down on the worn out sofa.

“I feel like I don’t even know her anymore.” She cries.

****

Getting out of her car, Katelyn walks to the picnic table, sitting in the far corner of the park. She’d lost her job at the cosmetic

department after the third day.  The boss said he won’t tolerate her being rude to the customers and fired her on the spot. She

wasn’t being rude, she’s just explaining to the lady the makeup she chose wouldn’t look good on an older person. The old hag

became offended and reported her to the manager.

“I should have told the old bat what I was really thinking, that nothing will help her ugly mug.”  Smiling, she sits down on the

bench.  Luckily she met Carlos at a coffee shop nearby. After explaining to him what had happened, he offered her a job that

doubled her salary. So now she gets to sit out in the park all day, waiting for potential customers. The best part of all is she

gets to sample the product for free.

“You’re late!”

“Sorry, I had something I needed to take care of, some unfinished business.”

“Go get cleaned up.” Confused by his statement, she glances to where Carlos is pointing. She noticed a small drop of red

liquid had splattered on her shirt.

“There’s some on your forehead too.” Jumping up, she runs off towards the bathroom.

“Good thing he saw the mess.” She thinks pulling paper towels out of the dispenser.

****

“Mr. Stan, are you home?” Marie yells, plopping her purse and keys down on the only clean area on the counter. She’d

offered to come in five days a week. Told him she’d only charge an additional $25. He said he hired her to work three days

and if she can’t handle the load, he’d replace her. She informed him she could handle the work, but thought he’d rather her

clean more frequently, so he didn’t have to live in a messy home. She didn’t lie, she can handle the work load, but finds it very

difficult to get all the housework completed, exactly the way he wants it, in such a short amount of time.  He’s so particular

about every little thing, Marie’s surprised the misses stayed with him as long as she did.

“I hope he hasn’t overslept again.” She replies. Stepping around all the trash scattered across the floor, she heads to the den.

Halfway down the corridor, she notices two feet sticking out in the hallway.

“Mr. Stan, are you alright, sir?” She asks, running into the room.  Looking down at the floor she sees his half naked body lying

motionless in a large puddle of blood. Letting out a terrifying scream, she darts out of the house.

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Katelyn’s Story New Beginnings

Chapter 2

A couple of days after Madeline and Stan’s big fight, he changed all the locks in the house. Taking the money she’d saved from selling her oil paintings, Madeline rented a small duplex close to the hospital. Once the lease was signed, the police escorted her to Stan’s home, so she could safely collected some of her belongings. He tried explaining why he’d changed the locks, but she continued to pack up the treasures that he hadn’t broken yet. “Please talk to me, honey. That’s all I want, for us to discuss our problems.” He begs grabbing a hold of his wife’s arm. The officer pulls him away from her. “Grab her again and I’ll take you to jail.” He warns. “I’m not going to hurt her, I just want to talk.” He cries, watching her walk towards her car. “Twenty five years of marriage condensed to a few small cardboard boxes.” She sadly concludes, loading the last container in the vehicle. Looking back on the porch, she sees her husband sitting on the steps, bawling like a baby. “You did this to yourself.” She thinks, tearfully pulling out of the driveway. Quickly dropping the boxes off at her duplex, she decides to visit her daughter, before her important business meeting. After spending a week in ICU, Katelyn’s moved off the unit. The doctor’s feels if she keeps making progress, and if the psychotropic medicine continues to work correctly, she’ll be ready to go home, within a few days. “Could you run by my place, pick up a few things for me?” She asks as her mother walks in the room. “I need to talk to you about the apartment.” “What is it?” “While you was in the ICU the landlord called me, told me to come get your stuff before he threw it out on the lawn. He said you’re two months behind on rent and since you can’t pay he’s evicting you.” “That sleaze!” “Was you two months behind on rent?” “No, OK, I was a month behind, but I planned on catching it up on Friday.” “Oh honey.” “Now what am I supposed to do? I’ve lost my apartment, probably my job and I’m flat broke. Wait, I have a paycheck coming, but it isn’t going to be much. Where am I going to go?” She cries. “You can live with me for a while, until you get a job and your own place.” “Dad will never allow me to move in his house.” “I’m not living at Stan’s anymore.” “You guys split up, why? It wasn’t because of me, was it?” “It should have happened a long time ago, but I hung on, hoping it’d change. I guess I thought I could fix it somehow.” “I’m so sorry mom.” She replies sincerely. “Well don’t be, I haven’t been this happy in years.” She quickly glances at her watch. “I hate to cut this visit short, but I need to go. I’m meeting someone who might be interested in buying the rest of my oil paintings.” “That’s great, mom!” “See you at supper?” She says rushing towards the hallway,” *** Stan should have been happy with his recent promoted, but he’s miserable without his wife being by his side. He initially hoped Madeline would see that she was wrong and ask to come home, but she moved her belongings out instead. “Oh Madeline, why do you continue to let her control you? Why? Can’t you see the girl’s manipulating you to get to me? She wants to destroy me, us, our family? She always has, and you’re letting her do it, the way you did years ago. After all I’ve done for you, too.” He concludes, closing the studio’s French doors. Turning off the rest of the lights, he walks into his den. This’s where he spends his evening since she left. He’s found it’s the only place in the entire house that doesn’t remind him of her. Walking to the bar, he pours a glass of scotch. Downing it, he pours another, followed by another. “I’ll get you off my mind one way or another.” He says, tipping the bottle up to his mouth. *** “The pictures, are absolutely gorgeous.”  Valarie exclaims. She and her husband owned an art gallery in Eureka Springs. They’re looking to promote a few new artists in their spring exhibit. “What do you think honey, do you like her art?” Valarie asks her husband. Howard continues inspecting each of the paintings closely. “I believe we can make it work, but I need to have more spring pictures,” “I can paint whatever you want me to.” The artist giddily informs him. Smiling, Valarie reaches over and squeezes her friend’s hand. They’d met at the fall festival last year. She loved her pictures so much she bought every oil painting Madeline had left. Once the last of her artwork sold, Howard wanted to meet the artist, see if she has any other pieces for sale. “We’ll take these three and I expect a few spring paintings real soon.” He informs her, walking back to his office. “I told you he’d love them, sweetie.” Valarie hands her an envelope. Opening it, Madeline sees it’s filled with hundred dollar bills. “If that isn’t enough, let me know.” “No, that’s more than enough. Thank you so much.” She says excitedly hugging her friend. After making the deal of her life, Madeline felt like celebrating. She decided to start by surprising her daughter with food from their favorite restaurant. “Hi mom, how did the meeting go?” She asks as her mother walks into the room. “Have you eaten supper yet?” “You’re kidding, right? This slop isn’t worth feeding a pig.” She pushes the tray further away from her, in further protest. “Good, cause I brought a surprise. She reaches in her purse and pulls out two containers. Katelyn instantly recognized the logo. It’s from her favorite Italian restaurant Geraldi’s “Since I sold all of the pictures and you’re getting better, I thought the two of us should have a celebratory dinner.” “Congratulations.” “That’s not all we’re celebrating. “Really? She asks, sitting excitedly on the edge of her bed. “They asked me to do more work for them.” “I knew you could do it mother.” She exclaims, scooping pasta onto her fork. The two’s so busy eating their delicious meal, they didn’t notice the doctor walking into the room. “Now I know why you didn’t eat any of our meals.” With a cheek full of pasta, the patient turns towards him and smiles. “We’re celebrating, I sold three pictures to an art studio this afternoon, and they’re wanting me to do more work for them.” “I can see the medicine’s isn’t decreasing her appetite.” He says, glancing at the half empty container sitting in front of his patient. “Since you’re doing so well, I believe you can go home, tonight.” “You’re releasing me?” She excitedly mumbles, through a mouthful of food. The doctor laughs. “Yea, but go ahead and finish eating. It’ll take me a few minutes to get the paperwork ready. **** Being cooped up inside for the better part of a week, Katelyn’s more than ready to explore her new surroundings. As soon as she saw her mother leave for the art studio, she dashes out the door. At first Katelyn’s really nervous, jumping at every little noise, but after a few blocks her anxiety started calming down and she’s able to enjoy the bright sunny afternoon. She’s enjoying her freedom so much she didn’t realize where she’d headed, until she saw her old apartment on the corner. “I don’t miss this dump one bit.”  She says, heading toward the building, she’d been planning on telling the landlord what she’d thought about him and his building for a long time. Now she had a chance. She started walking up the steps when she sees the yellow tape strung along the entrance, and a condemned sign hanging in the dusty window. “Guess you got kicked out too. Serves you right, asshole.” Laughing, she starts walking back down the steps when she hears someone calling out her name. “Hey Katelyn wait up.” She hears. Turning around, she sees her old friend, Anne runs towards her. “Where in the world have you been, girl?” Her friend asks. “I was in the hospital,” “Hospital, why?” “I was in a car accident.” “If I’d known I’d come see you.” “When did this happen?” she asks Anne, pointing toward the building. “Two weeks ago. An inspector came in, closed the place. I heard the city plans to demolish the building, put in condos or something. Hey, there’s a party at Bowers tonight, I’m sure the gang would love to see you.” “I’ve already made plans for tonight, but thanks anyhow.” “What’s more important than seeing a bunch of your old buddies?” It would be nice to see a few of my friends. She thinks. “When does it start?” “It starts at eight. So I’ll see you there?” “I guess.” “Great, see you later.” She yells, running over to meet a few friends. **** She thought about the party all day. She’d like to go see her friends, but didn’t want to get hooked up with that scene again. Now the doctor has her on different medicine she didn’t need to use the street drugs to stop the annoying voices. “I’ll go in say hi and leave.” She repeats. Opening her bedroom door, she starts to walk towards the entrance-way. “Going out for a while, be back soon.” She announces, heading towards the door. “Do you think it’s safe for you to go out at night by yourself?” “I’m not a child anymore, mom.” “I know, I just worry is all.” “If you’re worried about me going out and doing more drugs, don’t be. I’m done with that scene. See you in a little bit.” ”She rushes out into the cool night air, before her mom could protest. “Go in, say hi and leave. She coxes, stepping inside the house. The moment she walked in, she knew her plan was sunk. The music’s blaring, booze’s flowing and the smell of pot lingered in the stale night air. “Oh Katelyn I’m so glad you can make it.” Anne replies dragging her friend across the room.

A couple of days after Madeline and Stan’s big fight, he changed all the locks in the house. Taking the money she’d saved from selling her oil paintings, Madeline rented a small duplex close to the hospital. Once the lease was signed, the police escorted her to Stan’s home, so she could safely collected some of her belongings. He tried explaining why he’d changed the locks, but she continued to pack up the treasures that he hadn’t broken yet. “Please talk to me, honey. That’s all I want, for us to discuss our problems.” He begs grabbing a hold of his wife’s arm. The officer pulls him away from her. “Grab her again and I’ll take you to jail.” He warns. “I’m not going to hurt her, I just want to talk.” He cries, watching her walk towards her car. “Twenty five years of marriage condensed to a few small cardboard boxes.” She sadly concludes, loading the last container in the vehicle. Looking back on the porch, she sees her husband sitting on the steps, bawling like a baby. “You did this to yourself.” She thinks, tearfully pulling out of the driveway. Quickly dropping the boxes off at her duplex, she decides to visit her daughter, before her important business meeting. After spending a week in ICU, Katelyn’s moved off the unit. The doctor’s feels if she keeps making progress, and if the psychotropic medicine continues to work correctly, she’ll be ready to go home, within a few days. “Could you run by my place, pick up a few things for me?” She asks as her mother walks in the room. “I need to talk to you about the apartment.” “What is it?” “While you was in the ICU the landlord called me, told me to come get your stuff before he threw it out on the lawn. He said you’re two months behind on rent and since you can’t pay he’s evicting you.” “That sleaze!” “Was you two months behind on rent?” “No, OK, I was a month behind, but I planned on catching it up on Friday.” “Oh honey.” “Now what am I supposed to do? I’ve lost my apartment, probably my job and I’m flat broke. Wait, I have a paycheck coming, but it isn’t going to be much. Where am I going to go?” She cries. “You can live with me for a while, until you get a job and your own place.” “Dad will never allow me to move in his house.” “I’m not living at Stan’s anymore.” “You guys split up, why? It wasn’t because of me, was it?” “It should have happened a long time ago, but I hung on, hoping it’d change. I guess I thought I could fix it somehow.” “I’m so sorry mom.” She replies sincerely. “Well don’t be, I haven’t been this happy in years.” She quickly glances at her watch. “I hate to cut this visit short, but I need to go. I’m meeting someone who might be interested in buying the rest of my oil paintings.” “That’s great, mom!” “See you at supper?” She says rushing towards the hallway,” *** Stan should have been happy with his recent promoted, but he’s miserable without his wife being by his side. He initially hoped Madeline would see that she was wrong and ask to come home, but she moved her belongings out instead. “Oh Madeline, why do you continue to let her control you? Why? Can’t you see the girl’s manipulating you to get to me? She wants to destroy me, us, our family? She always has, and you’re letting her do it, the way you did years ago. After all I’ve done for you, too.” He concludes, closing the studio’s French doors. Turning off the rest of the lights, he walks into his den. This’s where he spends his evening since she left. He’s found it’s the only place in the entire house that doesn’t remind him of her. Walking to the bar, he pours a glass of scotch. Downing it, he pours another, followed by another. “I’ll get you off my mind one way or another.” He says, tipping the bottle up to his mouth. *** “The pictures, are absolutely gorgeous.”  Valarie exclaims. She and her husband owned an art gallery in Eureka Springs. They’re looking to promote a few new artists in their spring exhibit. “What do you think honey, do you like her art?” Valarie asks her husband. Howard continues inspecting each of the paintings closely. “I believe we can make it work, but I need to have more spring pictures,” “I can paint whatever you want me to.” The artist giddily informs him. Smiling, Valarie reaches over and squeezes her friend’s hand. They’d met at the fall festival last year. She loved her pictures so much she bought every oil painting Madeline had left. Once the last of her artwork sold, Howard wanted to meet the artist, see if she has any other pieces for sale. “We’ll take these three and I expect a few spring paintings real soon.” He informs her, walking back to his office. “I told you he’d love them, sweetie.” Valarie hands her an envelope. Opening it, Madeline sees it’s filled with hundred dollar bills. “If that isn’t enough, let me know.” “No, that’s more than enough. Thank you so much.” She says excitedly hugging her friend. After making the deal of her life, Madeline felt like celebrating. She decided to start by surprising her daughter with food from their favorite restaurant. “Hi mom, how did the meeting go?” She asks as her mother walks into the room. “Have you eaten supper yet?” “You’re kidding, right? This slop isn’t worth feeding a pig.” She pushes the tray further away from her, in further protest. “Good, cause I brought a surprise. She reaches in her purse and pulls out two containers. Katelyn instantly recognized the logo. It’s from her favorite Italian restaurant Geraldi’s “Since I sold all of the pictures and you’re getting better, I thought the two of us should have a celebratory dinner.” “Congratulations.” “That’s not all we’re celebrating. “Really? She asks, sitting excitedly on the edge of her bed. “They asked me to do more work for them.” “I knew you could do it mother.” She exclaims, scooping pasta onto her fork. The two’s so busy eating their delicious meal, they didn’t notice the doctor walking into the room. “Now I know why you didn’t eat any of our meals.” With a cheek full of pasta, the patient turns towards him and smiles. “We’re celebrating, I sold three pictures to an art studio this afternoon, and they’re wanting me to do more work for them.” “I can see the medicine’s isn’t decreasing her appetite.” He says, glancing at the half empty container sitting in front of his patient. “Since you’re doing so well, I believe you can go home, tonight.” “You’re releasing me?” She excitedly mumbles, through a mouthful of food. The doctor laughs. “Yea, but go ahead and finish eating. It’ll take me a few minutes to get the paperwork ready. **** Being cooped up inside for the better part of a week, Katelyn’s more than ready to explore her new surroundings. As soon as she saw her mother leave for the art studio, she dashes out the door. At first Katelyn’s really nervous, jumping at every little noise, but after a few blocks her anxiety started calming down and she’s able to enjoy the bright sunny afternoon. She’s enjoying her freedom so much she didn’t realize where she’d headed, until she saw her old apartment on the corner. “I don’t miss this dump one bit.”  She says, heading toward the building, she’d been planning on telling the landlord what she’d thought about him and his building for a long time. Now she had a chance. She started walking up the steps when she sees the yellow tape strung along the entrance, and a condemned sign hanging in the dusty window. “Guess you got kicked out too. Serves you right, asshole.” Laughing, she starts walking back down the steps when she hears someone calling out her name. “Hey Katelyn wait up.” She hears. Turning around, she sees her old friend, Anne runs towards her. “Where in the world have you been, girl?” Her friend asks. “I was in the hospital,” “Hospital, why?” “I was in a car accident.” “If I’d known I’d come see you.” “When did this happen?” she asks Anne, pointing toward the building. “Two weeks ago. An inspector came in, closed the place. I heard the city plans to demolish the building, put in condos or something. Hey, there’s a party at Bowers tonight, I’m sure the gang would love to see you.” “I’ve already made plans for tonight, but thanks anyhow.” “What’s more important than seeing a bunch of your old buddies?” It would be nice to see a few of my friends. She thinks. “When does it start?” “It starts at eight. So I’ll see you there?” “I guess.” “Great, see you later.” She yells, running over to meet a few friends. **** She thought about the party all day. She’d like to go see her friends, but didn’t want to get hooked up with that scene again. Now the doctor has her on different medicine she didn’t need to use the street drugs to stop the annoying voices. “I’ll go in say hi and leave.” She repeats. Opening her bedroom door, she starts to walk towards the entrance-way. “Going out for a while, be back soon.” She announces, heading towards the door. “Do you think it’s safe for you to go out at night by yourself?” “I’m not a child anymore, mom.” “I know, I just worry is all.” “If you’re worried about me going out and doing more drugs, don’t be. I’m done with that scene. See you in a little bit.” ”She rushes out into the cool night air, before her mom could protest. “Go in, say hi and leave. She coxes, stepping inside the house. The moment she walked in, she knew her plan was sunk. The music’s blaring, booze’s flowing and the smell of pot lingered in the stale night air. “Oh Katelyn I’m so glad you can make it.” Anne replies dragging her friend across the room.

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Katelyn’s Story

Chapter 1

Katelyn rushes through the dark messy apartment, trying to get ready for work. She woke up to find the electric company turned off the power this morning, despite the payment arrangements she’d made.
“My boss’s going to kill me if I’m late again.” She thinks, sliding
her feet into a pair of tennis shoes. Bolting down the stairs, she
runs into the landlord.
“I want my rent money today!” He orders.
“I’ll give it to you on Friday.”
“All of it?”
“Yes, I promise.” She says, trying to get by him.
“You realize you’re two and a half months behind, right?”
“I can’t be that far behind on rent.”
“According to my calculations you are. So you own me seven hundred and fifty dollars.”
“I won’t be able to come up with all of it at once.”
“You have two choices. Either pay up, or move out.” Storming into his apartment, he slams the door.
“Maybe my boss will give me a loan.” She thinks rushing down the street towards the dinner. The only thing she liked about the apartment was that she lived a few blocks from her work. The place it’s self was a dump. The heat seldom worked, the water smelled like rotten eggs and the cockroaches were the size of mice. She tried finding a better place, but it’s all she can afford on her salary. She even tried to get a better paying job, but without a diploma, waitress work’s the best she can do.
“Look who finally decided to show up for work.” The boss announces as she walks into the cafe.
“Sorry for being so late. My electricity got shut off so the alarm didn’t wake me.”
“Every day you have an excuse for either showing up late, or not show up at all. Well, I’m done with the excuses. You’re fired!”
“Fired, no you can’t fire me! I’m one of your best workers.”
“I need someone who’ll be here on time every day they’re scheduled.”
“I promise it’ll never happen again.”
“I’ve heard that before too. You can pick up the last check on Friday.”
“Please give me one more chance, please.”
“I’ve given you a lot of chances, but you’ve disappointed me every time.”
“I’ll work really hard, pull double shifts, please let me stay.” Ignoring the begging, he walks back toward the kitchen.
“I said, let me stay!” She yells, throwing a stack of dishes on the floor. He turns towards her.
“Get out of my restaurant before I call the cops!” He orders.
“Fine, I didn’t want to work in a bug invested restaurant anyhow!” She screams walking into the hot morning sun. Reaching in her pocket she pulls out the rest of her money. It wasn’t much, just a few dollars and change, but she hoped it’d be enough for a taste of something. Through the years she’s found certain street drugs dulls the constant chattering in her head. The psychiatrist warned her about self-medicating, how she thinks it helps, but actually worsens the condition. After listening to a long boring lecture about the harmful effects of street drugs, she left his office in dire need of some. Stepping into the alley, she felt an arm wrap around her neck.
“Let me go, moron.” She yells, elbowing him in the stomach, the arm wrapped tighter against her neck. Hit me again and I’ll kill you. The tall, thick man warns, dragging the young women towards the van.
“I told you I’d find a good looking blond, boys.” Smiling, he throws her in the vehicle and closes the door.

****

With both children out of the home and Stan at the office all day, Madeline had plenty of time for art. Seeing how much she enjoyed painting, he had a studio built on the side of the house for her. This spacious room where she spends most of the day. Seeing as it’s getting late, she started cleaning up, when the phone rings. Getting a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, she quickly answers it.
“Mrs. Howard?”
“Yes”
“This is Malinda from Cox Hospital. Katelyn was in a terrible car accident.”
“Accident? Oh my god is she alright?”
“I’m afraid not, they’re performing emergency surgery on her now.”
“I’m on my way.” Hanging up the phone, she hears her husband walk in the house. She runs to the front door to meet him
“Oh Stan, Katelyn’s been in an accident.”
“It’s either drug, or alcohol related.” He states, hanging his coat in the closet.
“Aren’t you going to the hospital?”
“Why, so she can swindle us out of more money?”
“You don’t understand they’re doing emergency surgery on her now!”
“Yea, well, we have a business dinner in half an hour.”
“How can you think of such a thing when our child’s having an operation?”
“I disowned her the night she nearly killed Katie, remember?”
“That was 10 years ago.”
“I don’t care the little bitch’s wrecked our lives when she’s younger and I’ll be damned if she’ll ruin my chance for a promotion too!”
“You can go to your fancy meeting, I’m going to see our child!” She yells, grabbing a coat out of the closet.
“No, you’re having supper with me, so start getting ready! He orders, pushing his wife towards the front room.
“I will see my daughter!” She screams pushing him out of the way.
“If you go see her instead of joining me for dinner, you might as well not bother coming home.”
“I chose you over her once. I’ll never do it again!” She yells slamming the door behind her. The night Katie’s rushed to the emergency room, Katelyn was taken to juvenile hall. After several suicide attempts, they thought she’d be better suited in a psychiatric hospital. She remained there until they thought their patient’s no longer a threat to herself, or others. With nowhere else to go, the teenager wandered the streets, begging for handouts. If she’s real lucky she’d find an empty cot at the local shelter, or be sent to the psychiatric hospital for evaluation. The vicious cycle continued for four years, until one night the police found lying under six inches of snow, nearly dead.
Madeline promised god If he let her live, she’ll never abandon the child again. Since then she’s helped her daughter move to different apartments and find several different jobs. She often had to sell her paintings to pay for Katelyn’s rent and utilities. Since the eldest child’s, unable to keep a job for more than a couple of months, Madeline’s hired a lawyer to help her get benefits. A process that’s taken well over a year.
“Oh Stan you know I love you with all my heart, but I have to go, to make good on my promise. I do hope you’ll forgive me someday.” She blubbers tearfully, pulling out of the driveway.

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Madeline’s sitting in the waiting room anxiously waiting for some news. It’s been two hours and no one’s told her a thing. She stopped a few of the nurses to ask if there’s any updates. Each one informed her that the doctor’s still working on Katelyn and he’ll be out to talk to her when he’s finished. Seeing a door open, she looks up to see her youngest girl running toward her.
“Oh mom, how is she?”
“Your sister’s still in surgery. I’m so glad you’re here, Katie.” She bawls, grabbing her daughter’s hand.
“Do you know what happened to her?”
“The policeman told me the black van she’s riding in flipped. I guess the driver tried to outrun the cops, lost control and wrecked.”
“She could have been killed.”
“The driver and two passengers were. The officer said if she hadn’t been tied down, she’d died too.” She cries
“Tied down?”
“They were raping her. Those monsters raped my little girl when they wrecked.” She sobs.
“It’s alright, mom, she’s strong, she’ll pull through this.”
“I’ve been such a terrible mom, just awful.” She bawls.
“That’s not true, you’ve done the best you can.”
“I hope she knows I love her.” She blubbers.
“I’m sure she does.”
“Mrs. Howard?” Both of the girls look up to see a surgeon standing by them.
“We’re able to stop the bleeding and repair the damage to her internal organs.”
“So my girl’s OK?”
“As far as the internal bleeding goes, yes, but we’ve had to resuscitate her twice. So I’d like to keep her in ICU a few days, until we feel she’s stable.”
“Can we go see her?”
“You can go see her for a few minutes, but only a few minutes. She’s been through a lot tonight and needs plenty of rest.”
“Yes, I understand. She says, jumping up from the chair.” The doctor takes them through a maze of long hallways, before they finally reach their destination.
“Go to the far end, she’s on the right.” He informs them, pointing down the hallway. He starts to turn toward the entrance way, Madeline grabs a hold of his arm.
“Thank you for saving my child.” She cries, hugging him tightly. Katie could tell by the look on his face that the surgeon didn’t appreciate her mother’s kind gesture.
“It’s OK mom, Katelyn’s alright.” She says, trying to pull her away from the surgeon.
“Yea, and it’s all because of this saint right here.” She bawls hugging him tighter.
“She loves to hug.” The daughter tries to explain.
“Come on mom lets go see sis.”
“Thank you.” She replies, finally letting go. The doctor rushes out, before she could hug him again. Madeline runs to the bedside and grabs her daughter’s hand.
“I’m so glad you’re OK.” She cries.
“Hi, sis.” Katie begins. Slowly opening her eyes, Katelyn looks at her mother. Then turns her head towards her sister.
“Your sister came to see you.”
“Get out! Get out now Katie!”
“Surely you didn’t mean that!” Her mother questions.
“I said get her out of here!” Shocked by her sister’s outburst, she tearfully starts backing away. She’d just reached the foot of the bed when an alarm started sounding. The nurses rushed to the bedside.
“You two need to leave.” One of the nurses informs them.
“What’s happening to my baby?”
“She’s going into cardiac arrest.” The nurse replies, pushing the mother out in the hallway.
“No! Don’t die on me Katelyn! Please, you can’t die!” She cries.

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Crime scene analysis

Profile of a Rapist

The FBI believes they’re organized and disorganized rapists. They break this down further into four subgroups. They are; Power reassurance, power assertive, anger excitation, and anger Retaliatory. I will discuss each of these in the following paragraphs.

Disorganized
The disorganized rapist has a sloppy lifestyle. Their appearance, hygiene, housekeeping even his vehicle, and lifestyles messy. He’s a white male has below average inelegance who didn’t graduate high school. He lacks social skills and tends to stay by himself a lot. His rapes are spontaneous because he lacks the ability to plan ahead. Since it’s unplanned the crime scene’s frenzied, there’ll be evidence and possibly a weapon at the crime scene.
The predator selects random people and talks very little to the sufferer. He could use a weapon, but not restraints. He can become violent, killing his prey. The body remains untouched afterward. He could return. If she dies, he might attend her burial.

Organized
An organized rapist life’s extremely structured. They have social skills, but may choose to stay to themselves because they feel others are not worthy. Their intelligence is above average, they have a high school diploma and possibly a college degree.
The lawbreaker comes from a middle-class family. His charm allows him to cons people. They’ll have a girlfriend, hold down a job and will be least likely suspected.
He picks a target who appears to be weak, defenseless someone they can overpower and who makes themselves an easy mark. His victim won’t be someone he knows, but the predator will personalize the attack and he may be violent. There’ll be little evidence left behind. They’ll probably move the body, destroy evidence and controls every aspect of the crime

Power Reassurance (Gentleman Rapist)
Over eighty percent of the law breakers fall into this category. The perpetrator chooses people he’d like to date, the ones he could love. The act’s like a fantasy date to him. He might call afterward to see how she’s doing, possible stop in to see her after the initial meeting.
He comes from a broken home usually living with his mother who tries to dominate him, this adds to his passiveness. He has lower IQ and is a high school dropout. He has self-esteem issues. He lacks social skills, friends, girlfriend and often searches through porn. He has a job, but its unskilled labor.
His first rape’s in his comfort zone and who’s the same race and age. The perpetrator observes the subject and her routine for a while, waiting until she’s alone to strike. He’s a gentleman to her because he believes it’s a date and she’s enjoying herself. He may carry a weapon, but generally only uses it to intimidate his target. They generally use just enough force necessary to do the act, but can become violent if provoked. He may take all of his victim’s clothes off, but displays himself minimally. He collects memorabilia, keeps a diary and may re-assaults his prey. These attacks generally occur between midnight and five in the morning.
Since the motive’s to increase his feelings of self- worth, some targets play up to his self-esteem as a way to talk the wrongdoer out of the act.

The Power Assertive
The predators flashy, outspoken, wears expensive clothes and drives fancy cars. He has a muscular build and thinks he’s superior over others, especially women. He works in a male dominating field.
The law breaker’s probably been married and divorced several times and his police record shows several domestic violence issues.
He selects his subjects at bars, night clubs, choosing inter-racially and who’s around the same age. He’ll con the target into letting him drive her home or walk her to the car.
The crime’s outside his comfort zone to show that he’s a man that he can dominate the opposite sex. The perpetrator becomes violent hitting her repeatedly. He abuses her verbally, vaginal, anally and demands oral sex. His sexual misconduct occurs between seven in the evening until one in the morning. He’ll show no remorse, won’t collect trophies, keep a diary and won’t victimize the sufferer again.

Anger Retaliatory
He comes from a broken home and may have spent a lot of time in foster care. The wrongdoer has been abused by one or both parents mentally and physically.
The predator’s had bad relationships with a woman that’s left him hateful and bitter, so he blames them for everything that’s happened to him in his life.
He has an athletic build, a macho attitude and works in a male dominated job. The predator’s probably married, but steps out on his wife often.
He angers easily and uses the uncontrolled rage to punish the subject for what happened. He assaults his victim verbally, physically, possibly killing his target. He strikes after a traumatic incident involving women has occurred. He can be extremely dangerous if provoked. The unplanned rapes aren’t about sex, but about dominating and humiliating his prey. They usually occur in the area he works or lives.
His target’s interracial and close to his age. The sufferer has injuries to the vagina, anal area, and various parts of the body.

Anger Excitation
The predator beat tortures, then kill his victim. He wants to control, degrade the sufferer so he can feel satisfied sexually.
He comes from a dysfunctional family where he was abused. He has anger issues and be sexually active earlier in life.
They’re in the thirty’s, married, has children. They’ll live in a middle-class neighborhood with little crime. He has above average intelligence, has a higher education and no criminal record.
He carefully plans every detail in advance. The kidnapping, the acts and ways to get rid of the body. The details are important to him, it’s the way he feels sexually satisfied. The law breaker’s mobile and the rapes occur out of his comfort zone, stalking his prey first, caring his rape kit with him.
He transports his sufferer to a secluded area where he won’t be rushed. He might keep his prey tied up for long periods of time victimizing the subject when he chooses. He’ll describe his intentions to instill fear. It’s the fear and not the act itself that excites him.

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Profile of an Abuser

People find abusers to be charismatic, assertive and self-reliant. The predator can be impulsive, and has a quick temper. They’ll restrain themselves if necessary. These two roles keep others from seeing the violent side and it hides the insecurities, self-esteem issues. These problems and the inability to express hurt, fear, sadness, that’ll cause the predator to resort to violent methods, the way they’re taught as children. The assailant continues to keep the emotions bottled up until they explode and takes their anger out on the mate.

If you look at the childhood you’ll find an abnormal attachment to the mother, and they’ve been rejected, beaten emotional, mentally and physically and possibly humiliated by the father. The mom’s loving one day and distant the next day. This gives the child mixed feelings, which causes insecurities.

Usually, the antagonist brings in income and makes final decisions. They’ll need to feel successful both at home and work, wants constant praise, but never asks for it because that’ll show weakness. The perpetrator has complete control over the lover’s lives and be very possessive and believes they own them.

Many try to isolate the target and seldom has close friends. If authority’s question the attacker become abusive, blaming the partner or others for the actions. The destruction can be emotional, physical, or mental. The attacker rationalizes the actions by saying things like, if you’d just do what I asked I won’t hit you, or deny the incident occurred. Drugs and alcohol’s shown to play a part in the violence while only a small percent has a mental illness.

Types of Abuse

Physical
This includes, but isn’t limited to hitting, punching, slapping, shoving, kicking, throwing, choking, pinched, burning, hair pulling, being force fed, use of a weapon, tie, or pinning the target.

Sexual
Unnecessary, unwelcome touch, forcing intercourse. Causing pain during sex. Withholding, or using sex to punish. Showing someone pornography, or telling dirty jokes against their will, giving explicit details about sexual affairs, treating someone like a sex object, sexual accusations.

Intimidation
Yelling, screaming, breaking objects, throwing items around the room hitting something. Beating a pet, creating fear through looks, actions, or showing a weapon,

Verbal
Fits of anger, or ignoring the spouse. Belittlin’, name calling, brainwashing, blaming, denying the incident happened. Attacking the targets beliefs.

Emotional
Put down, playing mind games, blaming the victim for everything, causing the person to feel guilty, useless and helpless. Lack of privacy, making the target believe they’re losing their mind. Humiliating, scolding, yelling at the sufferer in public, treating the prey like a child, having the suffer check in often, denying basic rights, including decisions. Forcing the victim to degrade themselves, show no interest in the mates work, hobbies.

Isolation
Setting limits on when and how long the target can be out, forcing the victim to disclose every movement as the abuser monitors the activities. The perpetrator could show a lack of affection to punish. The attacker might turn people against them, or make it difficult for the person to visit friends without being criticized, or humiliated. The batterer could listen in on phone calls, reading mail, emails and prevent medical treatment,

Economics
The antagonist doesn’t allow their prey any money, making the sufferer ask for basic necessities. If the lover obtains money the perpetrator could steal it, or force the person account for every penny. The victim’s unemployed, or finds it difficult to keep a job.

Coercing
Making and possible following through with the threats. Coercion also includes using threats to force them into doing things; dropping criminal charges, illegal activities, having sex

Terrorizing
Threaten to harm, or kill the prey. Showing the victim weapons, or playing with a weapon in front of the sufferer. Tieing something around the neck as they threaten to choke their prey.

Neglect
Withholding the basic necessities, food, water, housing, clothes, medical, personal hygiene. Lack of safety concerns.

Signs of a Batterer

Wants complete control over everything.
The predator has abandonment issues.
Extremely jealous, says the mate’s flirting when she’s not
Believes people’s cheating.
Wants to spend every minute with his partner.
Had some type of childhood shame which resurfaces if rejected.
gets mad or becomes verbally abusive if she tries to help.
Very suspicious and often overreacts to the slightest thing.
They’ll find fault in everything she does, says. A defense mechanism learned and used from early childhood. It gives the assailant a reason to push her away, not let her get too close. So they won’t have to risk being rejected, abandoned.
As time progresses the abuser believes all women are disloyal and be skeptical of everyone.

Stages of Abuse

In the beginning, he’s madly in love, feels adequate complete. Then suspicion starts creeping in and his emotions start building. Eventually, he becomes angry. At first it’s just yelling, throwing things, slamming doors, punching walls, threatening her. Over time, it increases to physical violence and possible use of weapons.

Once he calms down, he’ll apologize, promising not to do it again. The batterer might shower her with love, gifts, treats her like a queen. She forgives the lover.

Everything’s going great. She makes excuses, covers up bruises, or explain it away. The sufferer refuses outside help. She’ll drop charges because in her mind it won’t happen again. For a while, it doesn’t then one day the violence starts. The beating’s worse than the last. It’ll continue to intensify until the partner either gets years of therapy, she leaves or she dies.

My book Town Slayer is about a battered wife, who after she’s released comes back and kills the batterers. Of course, you know murder’s illegal and immoral.

In reality a women’s beaten by her partner every second and a half, out of these women at least four dies.

I know your significant other says they’re sorry, it’ll never happen again, but please don’t believe it. The beatings become worse and then one day one of these dead women will be you.

If you don’t have anywhere to go, or they threatening to kill you if you leave. The police can and will protect you.

Please, call 911 or the number below, before it’s too late.
1800 799 SAFE that’s 1-800 799-7233.

No matter what your mate says you don’t deserve this, you’re on earth for a reason and you do matter! So please get help before it’s too late.

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