Something I don't really talk about.

When I was 15 my dad moved to Vegas 1st before me and my mom. We stayed with my mom's friend. She and her husband lived with of their 2 kids both in their 20's. Jorge was a sweet loner, had no friends never went out, just lived the life of from home to work. I could tell he lacked friends because any conversation we ever had was always a long and interesting one. He was smart just anti social. Turns out a few years before he was jumped and beat up so bad he just stopped going out. He turned into a computer nerd and neat freak instead. He ironed all his clothes. Then there was Maria she was wonderfully sweet. I didn't know her to well but we would talk sometimes and I grew up seeing her at church and working at our local drug store. She had recently moved back in after breaking up with her boyfriend.

When we moved in to this house I spent too much time at home since I was taking independent studies and only went to school 2 times a week. One day detectives came to knock on the door and I was the only one home. They asked for Maria and I told them she was at work. One looked at me and told me " when she comes home have her call me I have questions regarding the letter she wrote about what her x did and why she's was taking back what she said". I thought nothing of it told her parents when they came home and left it at that.


Some weeks went by and Maria got a new pretty Nissan  and was hanging out with a guy she worked with. One morning my mom woke up around 5am which was when Maria would leave to work. You would always hear her heels walking down the hall. She knew how to walk in them cause she never sounded like a horse. My mom said bye to her and went back to sleep. After my mom left for work her friend came and told me Maria never made it to work which was odd because she never missed work with out calling. I guess the guy who she was seeing called worried since she didn't show. My mom's friend was freaking out. I remember her telling me and me responding"I'm sure shes OK maybe she just went someplace." She was upset and wanted her husband to go around looking for her and he kept telling her in Spanish" where the hell do you want me to go look at?" I got ready and left to my boyfriends house at the time. Him and his brother knew her because they went to JR high together. This was on a Saturday and the news came on at noon and for some reason we happened to be watching at his house.  The reporter stated a Nissan  had been found in the parking lot of a apartment complex with the body of a woman in it. They showed a picture of the car and I knew it was hers. She hadn't gotten her plates yet I knew it was her car. I called my mom right away and said " did Carmen come home yet?" She said "no and her mom is so worried". I told her " mom you can't say anything yet please don't say anything but the news just reported the body of a woman was found in a Nissan just like hers and I'm pretty sure it's her I hope it's not but I know it's her car" My mom stayed quiet for a second. I said again " don't say anything yet" and she said "OK". I told her I would call her later and that I loved her and hung up. When I spoke to my mom again she said the police had came and took her brother to ID the body. Ugh my heart fell again like when I saw the news report. It was real.



The next few days where just sad and gloomy. Questions of how could this happen? Who did this? Detectives coming asking questions. Her mom with so much sadness in her face and heart. Her father who tried to hold it in but looked sadder then ever.


I came to find out her X had a criminal past apparently a big one. When she left him he would threaten to come to the house and kill her family. I guess during their good times he confessed too much to her and once she left him she wrote a letter to the police telling them everything she knew but he found out and threaten her again which is why she took back what she said. Which is why detectives had came weeks before to question why she had taken back her statement.

Nobody will ever know the exact details of what took place that day but from what we did learn it went something like this. She left early around 5ish like normal but stopped at to get cigarettes and soda. She didn't smoke. She then went to meet her criminal x. Why? I don't think anybody knows the answers. Maybe it was because she was so sweet and felt bad for him. Maybe he said I just wanna talk. But whatever the reason was he killed her and left her in the trunk of the car. She fought back that we do know because some of her fake nails fell off but he still manged to slit her throat.


What was going to happen the day before was that the police were going to arrest her X based upon the statement she had sent them. She told them to wait till Monday instead for some reason and that cost her her life that day.




Her X was arrested but still managed to get one of his hoes to place 3 way calls for him from jail and threaten the family. Shortly after this happened her brother moved to a hour away because he was scared this guy would have him killed. The family sold the home right after me and my mom moved.

When I would go to the cemetery with my BFF sometimes I would take her flowers. It's sad to think some asshole could kill someone as sweet as her. I don't even think he has been sentenced yet. He keeps trying to convince the system he's insane. At one of his court dates he ate his own shit to make them think he is mentally unstable.  Barf!

I don't talk about this much but I think about it sometimes since this is something I can never block out.