It all began when someone left the window open. It was a Friday night that changed my life forever...
Me and my family lived in a very well-known neighbourhood, Pelican Hill in Newport beach, California, where the weather was beautiful and bright as ever. Nothing ever happened around here. The year was 1990, June 1st, Friday I was sound asleep in room waking up in the morning to my parents arguing with my brother about their business, my dad was a very rich man, he owned a company named after our last name. We were the Anderson's. My dads name was Richard Anderson, my mom was Joanne Anderson, my brother was Ken Anderson-short for Kenneth and I was Sarah Anderson. I ran downstairs to all the yelling and saw my brother rush out the door, soon enough I saw financial papers and saw that my brother had been cut out of the will. I asked my parents why they had done that, they did not answer me, but it all made sense because Ken was out of control with his expenses and had no interest in running the business after my dad, he just spent money on everything and wanted to do everything his way. My parents will left us eight million dollars and it would be divided among me and Ken, since he spent millions of dollars now, my parents had no choice but to cut him out or only give him a million dollars. I got ready for school and left my house.
I always got good grades and had good friends, I was happy with my life. I had a boyfriend who I just recently started to see and really liked. His name was Jonny, I've known Jonny and his family for awhile now, we were good child hood friends. He moved to my school so we started to see each other, although my brother was not to fond of him. My brother and Jonny use to be best friends but things changed. I still wanted my brother to like Jonny, my parents loved him but I did not know what to do, so he just had to accept the fact we were together and as long as my parents did I did not care.
School was tiring, I came home and found a note stuck to the fridge which read " Gone out for a day with your father, you know what to do and where everything is, call me if you need anything and make sure Ken comes back home. - love mom and dad." I had the house to myself on a Friday which was pretty cool! I called my brother, he did not pick up probably because he was out so I just left voice mail to tell him to come back home after. I went into my room and noticed that my window was open and some of my stuff had been moved, but I did not make much of it since our maid Loraine cleaned our house she probably moved a couple of my things or opened the window for fresh air, so I just left it. I called my friends over, but they were all busy doing something else since it was a long weekend. I was bored and Jonny was not answering his phone either, so I decided to watch movies in the theatre room by myself which sucked, but there was nothing else to do.
I fell asleep and woke up at around 1:00 a.m. and my brother still was not home, I got worried. Even more so, I heard noises and got very scared. I've never been home alone for this long or at night, I did not know what to do, my cell phone was upstairs too. I slowly come out of the theatre room, creeping up the stairs and counted to three to make my way into the living room, then the kitchen, I was hungry. I counted, 1... 2... I covered my mouth as I was about to take the last step when I saw a tall black figure on the wall. I wanted to gasp for air, yell and scream but I was too scared, the shadow was about 6"4 feet tall. I thought, it could not be my brother because he was only 6 feet tall and my dad was 5"6 plus my parents were out and my mom was 5"3, Jonny was the only guy who was this tall. I was still frozen in the same spot that I was about to take my last step in. I tip-toed back into the theatre room as I heard someone call my name and touching my shoulder, I screamed as loud as ever and I turned around it was Jonny. I was thankful it was him and not anyone else, he brought me flowers and he said he wanted to surprise me. I thought this was really sweet and in the moment I was very caught up in what he had done for me, I made food and we continued to watch movies. I started to have doubts though, why would Jonny surprise me in the middle of the night? How did he even get inside? Where was my brother? I remembered and told Jonny I had to call him. Jonny grabbed my arm and told me he saw my brother at a party with friends and told him he was going to my place and my brother was probably still out, so I should not worry. I loved Jonny and trusted him, but something in my gut was telling me that something was wrong, I told Jonny I was going upstairs to grab some blankets and mattresses, so we could sleep downstairs. I went upstairs and noticed my window had been shut and my parents room door was open, this was odd. Loraine left around 4:00 p.m. so I do not get how it could have been her. All of a sudden I hear sirens and cops pull up to our street. I run downstairs to Jonny and he was nowhere to be found... where did he go? I hear a knock on my door, a bald bulky cop with a notepad in his hand asked me if this was the house of Kenneth Anderson, and if my parents were home. I said yes and no. He asked me to go to the police station with him but I could not find Jonny, so I the cop to look for him, I asked what was wrong, all he said was to cooperate. I rode in the cop car and all the neighbours were looking at me in the car, as if I were a felon. This feeling was not one wanted to experience.
The officer took me into the station and asked me to identify a body... I freaked. My heart dropped in my stomach, my hands got sweaty and my mouth felt like it had cotton balls in them. Was it Ken? No, no, no. I saw it. I saw Kens face. Ken was dead. This was his body, his face. I broke down... My parents were called in and it took them two hours to get back here. My mom and dad were in state of shock and guilt. Guilt because of the argument they had in the morning. We waited for autopsy results and the cops were investigating, tracing my brother's steps and interviewing me and my parents over and over again. My friends came to the station to show support but left after awhile. I wanted to scream at the world. I wanted to kill someone.
After seven hours, autopsy results showed my brother had been murdered, blunt force trauma blows to the head with some sort of object, they found skin cells of another male with Ken's. I called Jonny to come to the station but he was not picking up the phone. This was frustrating I wanted someone with me, I did not want to go through this alone, I only had one brother, one sibling and I lost him. I knew the whole night something was wrong. I kept thinking about the whole day and all the doubts I had. All the investigator was doing was asking me what happened repeatedly, I told him everything from the argument with my parents, what I did, where my parents were, my friends, I told them about Jonny. The investigator paused, and asked me more about Jonny, which was weird. I told him about my window being open and how Jonny came over and all the suspicions I had throughout the day. All of a sudden the bald, bulky cop walked in and said that we had been robbed. He also said he found blood drops and a trash bag in Jonny's car, but Jonny was nowhere to be found. This hit me hard in the stomach, It was now 8:00 a.m. and we did not want go back home, but we had to. I came home and asked myself, did Jonny kill my brother..? No, I was not sure. Could it be true? I do not know, all I knew was me and my parents wanted answers. We did not even care about what had been robbed. The same bald, bulky cop had come to our house again, I read his name tag his name was officer Simpson.
Officer Simpson had asked us to go to the station with him again. He said he had results and evidence, we sat down in the same room as he told us what forensic science and investigators think happened to Ken.
"Our team believes after your heated argument with Ken, he had told his friends how he had been cut out of the family will and he regret spending so much money. He felt angry and just wanted to take his mind off of it and have a good time, so his friends who came in and testified told us they had later taken him to a local pub and began to drink and party at around 8 p.m. We also have local witnesses in the pub including the bartender to confirm this. They also said that he received a voice mail from his sister and was going outside to call her back and get some air. Witnesses say that they saw Jonny's car pull up at around 11 p.m., and had came inside and have a drink with some of of them and began conversation with them which they thought was odd because they did not associate with him that much and he asked if Ken was around, which they thought was weird, the bartender had also told us that Jonny was just being kind of pushy and annoying, but he left right after his drink and tipped the bartender." The officer paused and began to show us a surveillance tape. The tape showed Ken in the parking lot walking back to the pub when he runs into Jonny, they stop and talk then all of a sudden Jonny pushes Ken they began to fight and Jonny pulls a gun to my brother's head and they get into Jonny's car. The car leaves and the tape ends. This made me sick. I wanted to puke. I did puke. My parents were sick that someone we knew, someone I was seeing could do this to him. The officer continued on. "This tape was an important key of evidence since we could not figure out or have an idea of what might have happened to him, evidence in his car shows that he forced Ken to tell him where all the belongings in his house were or he would kill him, the car showed signs of struggle between them because of numerous finger prints on the windows and skin cells on seats.
Ken had no choice so he helped Jonny sneak in his house where you found your bedroom window open which Loraine, your maid, did leave open while cleaning since she confirmed and this was Jonny's way inside. He had been in your house and you did not even know it. He stole some items which is why your parents room door was open and left out your window but closed it which we also found fingerprints on. We believe Ken was in the trunk and once Jonny came back he killed Ken and tried covering up his tracks but got lazy and scared so he just threw his body in a nearby forest where a woman drove-by and saw, calling the cops. After he cleaned up and left all his items in his apartment, where we found. He tried to flea the area but border cops had caught him and he is currently being charged with the murder of your son." We were relieved we had the killer, but it was a lot to digest knowing that the killer was someone so close to you. We dealt with the loss in our ways and I felt like a fool I dated a boy like that, I would never be able to forgive myself.
I looked Jonny in the eyes during his trial, he could not even look me in the eye which I thought was really messed up, since he surprised me right after he killed my brother!? This was his cover up and know I know he probably just wanted to use the fact that he was with me as an alibi. I spoke my words and do did all of our family and friends. Jonny was sentenced to death.
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