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Henry, a street thug, killed me using a method he copied from an out–of–state murder case.
The idea to mimic that crime was all Kelly’s.
Henry was one of Kelly’s many admirers, but he was also the most obsessive. His unpredictable and violent nature made Kelly too scared to turn him down.
On my birthday, Henry asked Kelly to meet.
Fearing what Henry might do if she said no, Kelly agreed to meet him. She then decided to involve me, suggesting Henry could ‘try‘ me first. She tricked me into going to where Henry was. After drugging me, they took me to an abandoned parking lot.
Henry raped me there. It was Kelly who suggested destroying my body to cover it up.
Kelly watched everything unfold.
Furious after learning the truth, Mom threw a cup at Kelly. “Why would you do this to Yasmin?”
The cup struck Kelly, cutting her forehead and sending blood streaming down, but she didn’t cry.
Her face twisted with determination and hatred. “Because she was always your real daughter,” she said. “As long as she was around, I was just an outsider. I could never legitimately be your daughter.”
Her voice was low, but everyone in the interrogation room heard her clearly.
Then, a chilling smile crossed her face. “Pity, isn’t it? Yasmin even called out for your help before she died. Do you remember what you told her?”
Mom turned pale as she recalled her response to my plea for help. She realized that her actions had pushed me toward my death.
Kelly continued, “Aunt Jennifer, you’re a bad mother and a bad
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daughter. Grandma Whitney was depressed enough to end her own life, yet you blamed Yasmin.
Luckily for me, your hatred for Yasmin made it easy for me to take over everything that was supposed to be hers.”
At those words, Mom slumped to the floor, drained of all strength, shaking. “What? My mom was depressed?”
Kelly’s grin widened as she looked down at my mom. “You claimed to love your mom so much, yet you didn’t even know this?
What kind of love is that?”
The truth hit me like a thunderbolt.
I realized, “It wasn’t my fault.
I no longer have to blame myself for Grandma Whitney’s death.
But Mom, how will you ever make up for this?”
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