Melissa: Last year on the fourth of July, my older brother murdered my baby brother, Stephen. He stabbed him seven times.
Me and my baby brother were best friends. He was 6′2″ and about 250 pounds. He was tall and muscular. We went out together that night. He drank a whole bottle of Jäger and several forties.He was staggering. He kept saying, “sis, I need some female attention.”
He wanted to go see his ex-girlfriend, Chayanne. She lived in an apartment above my grandma’s. Chayanne’s mom said Stephen could spend the night. My older brother David was downstairs in my grandma’s apartment. He had his baby’s mama there. She wasn’t supposed to be there because he acts like a psycho when she’s around.
So, I watched him stagger off. My older brother murdered him and he didn’t get no time.
BW: Why didn’t he get any time?
Melissa: They said it was self defense, but he didn’t have a mark on him.
David, my older brother’s got anger issues. He’s either really happy or he’s really angry. There’s no in between for him. He’s about an inch shorter than me and has a hip disease. Stephen was a lot bigger and he was always scared of him. It was a lot of fear, anger and jealousy. It all clashed together and he couldn’t control it.
BW: Do you still talk to your older brother?
Yeah, he lives here with my parents. I’m staying with a friend right now because I can’t take looking at him.
BW: What do you miss most about Stephen?
Melissa: His shit eating grin and his big blue eyes. The bluest that the sky could get is how blue his eyes was. He was the one that brought everyone happiness and laughter. When a good song would come on, he’d be the first one dancing to it.
I know we’re all supposed to forgive but right now I just can’t. He took a lot from us.