Okay the second part to She was just a baby. This is chapter two.

Ms. Kara Knight

I walked into the precinct to an overwhelming sense of dread. The man who killed my baby was waiting in an interview room. Waiting to tell me all the sordid and sadistic details of my little sunshine's death. I gripped the straps of my purse terribly hard as I was ushered into a tiny room. "Ms. Knight, I'm Tony Valencia." The man said and I took the hand that took Katie away from me.

"I wanted to talk to you. To explain what happened to… her." He said calmly and I tried my best to keep the same demeanor.

"Go ahead." I whispered and took a deep breath.

"July Seventeenth I was riding around town when I saw a girl, Katie, walking alone. It was pretty late in the day, around dusk, and she was walking her bike. She looked kind of upset and scared. I drove up beside her and asked if she needed help. She was a little uneasy with the thought so I pressed on, convincing her that my house was up the road. I rode next to her for a little bit before pulling into a driveway. On the right I think it was. She rolled her bike into the driveway because I told her I was going to fix the flat and drive her home because it was getting late. But she was just so beautiful and nice. I wanted her for mine, so I put some chloroform on a rag and drugged her. Then I put her in a car and took her back to my house. It's a real secluded location; no decent neighborhoods would let me rent a home due to my past. Anyway, once I got her home I put her in my basement. When she came to she was so fiery, and feisty. It… excited me to no end, if that's hard to imagine, so I took her small little body and claimed it over and over again."

I put my hand to my mouth, trying to hold in my loathing and disgust for this vile creature.

"I'm sorry if that upset you Ms. Knight but there's so much more I have to tell you. I treated her nice between our intervals of loving. I cooked for her, I cleaned her, and made sure she was well. During the first month she wouldn't eat and she got sick a lot. She wouldn't talk to me and she never got out if bed. She got real thin and I told her she would never leave there if she died of hunger. This made her eat more, although it hurt me that she wanted to leave me. But if the ill-conceived fantasy of escape made her happy, I was just fine. She began to talk about you Ms. Knight, and her older brothers, whom, I gathered later on, weren't all her blood brothers. Kendall, Logan, James, Carlos, and Mama. It so frequently consumed our conversations, I guess near the end she wanted to leave so bad she gave herself the disillusioned idea that if she were good I would let her go. Sometimes she made me so angry as she talked about how much she idolized the boys. Why couldn't she idolize me like that? But I never struck her. I couldn't imagine physically harming that precious little angel." He pleaded with me, his eyes clouded. He cleared his throat and started again.

"But in between the intercourse and the consuming conversations, something went awry. I remember it all too well. We had the conversation over dinner, chicken and rice, she made the off hand comment about how she wouldn't stay little like that forever. Her body would begin to change, she'd grow hair in undesirable places and she'd grow up. It was disgusting really, the idea that these changes would mar her body for life. She'd no longer be this ideal little angel. I couldn't let her grow up. Couldn't let her change from my sweet, sweet, petite doll. That night after we consummated, I watched her sleep. Then I knew what I had to do. I had to keep her as beautiful as she was then, forever. So I picked up the pillow and held it over her face. She thrashed and she wouldn't stop screaming. So I pressed down harder and harder until she stopped struggling, until life slipped out of her." A sob escaped my lips and he cleared his throat again,

"and then I kissed her. She was finally perfect, still and growing colder by the minute. I resisted my urge to claim her again, I couldn't dare bring myself to defile and desecrate a dead body.

"I washed her body once more before dressing her up in a pink and white polka dotted dress with a satin sash. I curled her hair and intertwined little white ribbons in the sea of wheat brown hair. I pulled her a fresh pair of white knee-high stockings on her shapely little legs before shining her Mary Jane's and slipping them on her feet. She was getting really cold. I kissed her eyelids, nose, and lips once more, slipping my tongue in her mouth. I tasted her sweet last breath before carrying her to my car. I drove her to your new residence, remembering her telling me about your move from the Palmwoods. Once there I left her on the stoop and rang the doorbell. Fleeing the scene, I went home. But I couldn't bear being there without her. She was such a special girl and she needed to be with her family. She needed to be buried by the people who loved her. I couldn't bury her myself. I attended the funeral, signed the casket too. It was a nice thought; she would have loved the procession. After watching her being buried, I went home and the next day I turned myself in."

Stray tears fell down my face as I took in the story.

"You talked as if you knew her. But you didn't know her. You didn't know her how her family knew her. Did you know she was a dancer? She had a recital the day after you snatched her." I pulled my phone out and showed him a video of Katie twirling across the stage.

"Did you know she wanted to be a lawyer? Did you know she loved life more than anything? She was a smart, and beautiful girl who wanted to grow to do things. Big things. Things you could never imagine, things bigger than this world. But she never got the chance because of you. Thanks for killing innocence."

I snatched my phone away from him and a guard opened the door for me.

"Your turn Kendall."