~Handle them carefully, for words have more power than atom bombs~~ Peral Strachan Hurd
~~”When did it all begin?” Somebody
asked me after Kay’s execution.
“At the very beginning.”
All of the signs were there, I guess.
He’d sit outside our house for hours waiting
for Kay to get home from other engagements.
He’d beg her to go out with him.
Please. Please. Please.
He’d promised her a better life, a beautiful
She was sixteen.
He was twenty two.
She married him three years later.
“Am I doing the right thing?”
She asked the night before the wedding.
“No.” I said. ” Hell,
No. Don’t fucking do it.”
“But Mom and Dad already paid for
everything. How can I back out now? Everyone will be mad at me.”
She had a baby right away. Then another. And
But he was never a father.
Never a husband.
Never a man.
He only saw Kay. Only wanted Kay. Only wanted somebody he could control.
She’d often say…”He crushes my
spirit, my soul. He doesn’t respect me. He makes me feel small, stupid.”
I wish I would have known then that Domestic Abuse is not simply about
slamming one’s head against a wall.
I wish I would have known then that
words Slam, Crush, Destroy.
Words can destroy the essence of who we are,
who we might be.
She thought he’d change.
He never did.
I desire is to be respected. I want him to listen to my dreams, goals, ideas. I
so much want to be loved. I so much want to be respected.”
He never respected her.
The ending was like the beginning.
The murderer stalked her, broke into her
facebook, watched her from a distance, and listened to her phone calls.
He pleaded with her:
change. I’ll go to church with you. I’ll be better. Don’t leave me.”
It was too late.
On May 26, 2010, the murderer waited
for Kay to get home from work.
He waited like a like a
predator, like a monster.
Perhaps he said a small prayer
before he snuck up behind her.
Perhaps he said nothing.
Oh, God, I hope he said nothing.
He put the gun to the back of
her head and pulled the trigger three times.
Darkness fell. The sun diminished. The earth shook.
In Kay’s last journal page, she
“I wish he’d leave me alone. Why can’t he be happy? Why can’t he just get out of my life. Help me.
Help me. Help me.”
But it was too late.
It was too
damn fucking fucking
Kay was executed by Mike Peterson on May 26, 2010. The world stopped. The void will NEVER be filled.
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