Early Christmas morning 1994. JonBenet was restlessly turning in her bed. Her tummy was growling. She had so much fun the night before, she didn't eat much. She slid out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen being as quiet as she could. She didn't want to get into trouble.
In the kitchen her brother was already there fixing a bowl of pineapple and milk. He yelled at her when she snuck a piece of pineapple out of his bowl with her fingers. She was upset and ran down to the basement.
She went into the train room. She knew her brother told her several times not to play with his stuff. She didn't care. He was a meanie and she wanted to play with trains. She played down there for a few minutes, when her brother came down and started yelling at her again. Telling her mom and dad said not to play with his stuff. She didn't listen. He kicked her in the crotch. She yelled and said she was going to tell mom and dad. Her brother left for a moment. He came back with one of his daddy's golf clubs that was in the next room. He hit her on the head. She smacked her cheek on the train table and fell to sleep.
He didn't mean to hit her so hard. He's hit her before and she's been ok. He ran up stairs. He was going to get help,but he was scared. He ran and hid in bed. He was in there for awhile, when his Dad came walking down the hall. He came in the room and asked if he knew where his sister was. She wasn't in her bed. He said she was playing in the basement.
Sometime later she tried to open her eyes. Her head hurt so much she could not see. She heard yelling and screaming. Heard someone say that she was dead anyway. That she needed to be put out of her misery and everything needed to be cleaned up to protect him. They couldn't lose them both. She could her someone cry as something was wrapped around her neck. It was getting tighter and tighter. She couldn't breathe. She managed to open her eye a crack. It was daddy.
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