Ablaze

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Charles Barker, a technical electrician, gives his victim impact statement to Mr. Floyd Gillard, the man that kidnapped and brutally murdered his two daughters six months before.

Submitted: June 09, 2014

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Ever since I found out that my two little girls were gone, and out of my life forever, I personally wanted to catch the perp responsible, and squeeze the living Hell out of him. But now, as I stare at the man who brutally murdered my daughters, I can finally see what a selfish, heartless person he really is.
I've been wanting to know exactly what makes a man think he has any right to do such a thing. Why'd you do it, Mr. Gillard? What in God's name gave you the right to take the lives of two innocent little girls?
I hate you.
I hate you for what you did to my girls. They didn't deserve the fate that was given to them, Mr. Gillard. And you, along with your selfish, uncontrollable hormones had absolutely no right to choose their fates for them. That wasn't your decision to make, but you made it anyway.
So, as I stand here today, I must ask you again, why'd you do it?
Elizabeth was my oldest daughter, only eight years old. She loved talking to people and making new friends. She also had a strong love for dogs, and a strong hate for cats. She said when she grew up she wanted to be a doctor so she could help people. You took her away from me, Mr. Gillard. She didn't do a thing to you, and you took her from me, and you took her life away from her.
Maddison was my other daughter, and she was only six years old, and she was my cherry on top. She made me feel better whenever I was having a bad day. She loved marbles, and enjoyed painting with her mother. The only thing I have left to remember her is a couple of paintings that she made me for Father's Day. Never again, will she be able to paint again, Mr. Gillard, thanks to you. 
So you sneak into my home without my permission, and you lure my two precious angels out to your car, and you take them back to your home out in the country, where you tortured them. After hearing the things you did to them, Mr. Gillard, you're really fuckin lucky that my hands aren't around your throat. 
And then, finally. After eight days of you starving them, and torturing them, realize that the police are into you, and to get rid of the evidence, you shoot both of my daughters in the face with a ten gauge shotgun, and set your house ablaze, and it burns to the ground, with my daughters still inside.
You took my only children from me, Mr. Gillard, and I will never see them again, thanks to you. 
Does that feel good to hear that you murdered two innocent children, Mr. Gillard? I sure hope not!
This has been the hardest thing for me, or my wife, to do, Mr. Gillard, because since you took my girls away from me, the only thing we have wanted to do is wrap our hands around your stubby throat, and squeeze the life out of you, just like you did to my girls.
I fucking hate you. How dare you! You had absolutely no right to do that to Lizzie or Maddie! You took them like they were your property, and they weren't your property, they weren't anyone's, but you took them out of my house, and out of my life, and I hate you for that.
Never again will I be able to tell them I love them, or t-t-tickle their feet, or hear their laughs. (Sobbing) Never again will I be able to hug them when they came home from school. I will never see them go to prom, or go to college, or see their beautiful faces when I come home from work, (sobbing) I'll never get to hold Maddie again, or play Checkers with Lizzie. I'll never see them get married, and it's all because of you, Mr. Gillard, and for that I will NEVER forgive you. I hate you! My daughters are dead! You killed them!
The prosecutors are sentencing you to death for what you did to Lizzie and Maddie, and I couldn't ask for a better sentence from them. You deserve it, Mr. Gillard, I know you do. And you can bet your sorry ass I will be there, along with my wife, watching as they take your life from you, just as you did to my girls.
Until then, Mr. Gillard.
Until then.


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