Why KIll?

Yolanda Renee Cotten, born to the late Lorraine Cotten-Speaks and Harold L. Cotten on April 8, 1983.(Iwant my readers to know that this piece that I am writing contains a very sensitive subject matter I apologize if anyone is offended, but this is a true account of my life's experience.) A sometimes heard headed child growing up, her mood changed like the blowing winds thus I nicknamed her YoYo, a name she is still reffered to by our family to this day. Her mother and father divorced young in her life, and her mother remarried when she was about six years old. Kenny was a kind man and did the best he knew by YoYo and her older sister, but Yolanda had her mother's wandering spirit. She came to live with me for a couple of years when she was thirteen, then with my other sister in California for about a year_ Faye found her a bit diffcult to handle and sent her back to South Carolina with her mother, big mistake: Yoland became pregant with her first child at seventeen, beautiful little girl Ta-nia, six or seven months later she and her mother moved to Charlotte. Yoland knew nothing about the harsh realities of love, nor did she know that some relationships between a man and woman just are not to be _ she found out the hard way. In 2003 working at a Buger King in Pineville, N.C. she met a young
man, we knew as Ali ; a young Hispanic who was illegal to this state_ she fell head over heels in love with him, and got pregant with her second child, a little boy Jaylin. By the time we found out that he was abusing her it was to late, even though we tried to correct the situation begging, talking, praying, and even threatening. "Stay away from this fool I said to her, can't you see that this not working? You don't need him to raise these children, you have family that love you we will help you," to no avail, he would leave and she would not see him for month; then he would just show up out of nowhere. They would laugh and have fun for a little while, and then they would be fighting like cats and dogs again. It was a beautiful, but hot day : july 10,2005, Jaylin's first birthday. Yolanda planned a cookout by the pool at her apartment complex, we all showed up even my husband Jimmime_ it is very hard to get him out of the house; but there he was, laughing, talking, swimming everyone having a good time.I looked over and saw YoYo sitting on Ali's lap "how long is this picture going to last? I hope you two are not going to be fighting later on tonight, I dont' want to come back over here because if I do I will be in a beat down mood". Aunt Carol you will not have to come back to beat no body down she said; we will be alright. I did not have to go back, but they did start arguing and she put him out of her apartment.The first week of August I was at her house, I asked her where was Ali? (I had not seen him in a while) she told me he said that he was retruning to Mexcio, and that Jaylin was her damm child and she could raise him by herself: a red flag came up in my mind, I told her for the last time to stay away from him that something did not sound right about that to me. Yolanda joined my Mary Kay team that day, and we attended our first sales meeting the following Tuesday, she seemed to enjoy herself, we talked about the meeting on our drive home I told her that she could do all thing through Christ who loved and cared for her and gave himself for her; being in the church she understood my use of the bible_ I also reminded her that I would stand by her and that she did not need any man that was going to mistreat her. The next Tuesday I called her to remind her of our meeting, and to let her know what time I would be picking her up: she did not answer her phone. Little did I know that Ali was there, I called her twice within two hours she did not answer, I knew someone was home because my daugther lived with her and she left the job at three o'clock; but no one answered the phone . I became angry, and went to my meeting alone. But still I had this nagging feeling in the pit of my gut to go by her apartment to see what was going on: still angry that no one answered the phone when I called_ I came home changed clothes and took a conferenced call_which I intended to share with Yolanda the next day. At two-fifty-five that morning I heard the door bell ring: it was my daugther and my sister telling me that my YoYo was dead! if you can't love "WHY KILL?"