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Daddy, no!

Daddy, No!

by BR Chitwood

In the pre-dawn hours of August, 2018 a narcissistic, sociopathic father/husband brutally smothered to death his 4-year old and 3-year old daughters and his wife who was 18-weeks pregnant, after announcing he wanted a divorce. They argued. He choked his wife in his rage, and the 4-year old daughter walked into the master bedroom as the husband was wrapping ‘Mommy’ in a sheet for easier carrying her to his pick-up truck. The father then killed his two daughters, drove them to an oil field, buried the mother in a shallow grave, and dropped the daughters into separate crude oil tanks… He then went to work and had coffee with his co-workers.
These 36,000+ words are penned truthfully regarding the horrible homicides, and the narrative covers fictionally the murderer’s life ‘in prison… He is serving a life-sentence, and, perhaps, the author wished his pen to convey a ‘true hell’ as his words and chapters found their way into the final chapters…


[Here is a sample chapter from Daddy, No! Bradley Combs, the killer’s fictional name, has a privileged position in prison!]


Chapter Twenty-five

Sociopaths do not feel the moral equivalence of most ‘Joe Publics’ in the country. Perhaps the Sociopath’s mind can justify and/or equivocate any dark, mindless circumstance, any situation, that a Joe Public would sit and agonize over, finding cold and hard buzz words in sanctifying and validating their hasty conclusions.

Some prominent defense attorneys representing criminals in court rooms have tried to use Genetics as a cause for a person’s behavior in committing a crime. People of science who know tell us that genetics has little or nothing to do with criminal behavior. Having a lengthy genetic argument to vindicate and excuse a person for murder has no standing in any United States court of law. That is, there is nothing that can moderate any person from civilized behavior.

Bradley Combs did not use this as a defense in his trial for the murders of his wife and two small girls. It was so obvious a case to the judge and jury, given the fact the defendant confessed to the killings. In all that is known about Bradley Combs’ early home life and work background there were no markers in his past that would lead a rational person to presume he could commit such a savage homicide. The brutal slayings dumbfounded many people who knew him and of him.

The man who killed his wife and little girls had a fit of anger when his request for a separation was met with anger from his spouse. No, he could not get an easy gift of passage from his wife, so he would take it any way he could get it, then try to hide the awful truths of his awful crimes.

When the time came for him to admit to authorities his crimes, he first wanted to speak to his father in a ‘holding room’. The father and son embraced, and his father asked one simple question: “Why, son, why?”

Without tears, without any outward signs of an honest remorse, he stepped back from his father, stared at him, and spoke these matter of fact four words: “Rage, Dad. Just, rage!” That was the simple essence of the father and son meeting, at least, all that the vast national television audience were privileged to see in the initial stages of the case. Later, there would be more television sequences shown with more details given.

Now, back in his cozy prison library setting, his workplace, the Brodey episode was gone from his mind, replaced with the crimes to come – killing two Mexican men because they were a threat to his safety. He sat at a table with two books in front of him. One book was a legal tome. The other book dealt with architectural prison design. Combs would keep his prison escape ideas alive just in case the Warden wanted to hassle him too much.

Combs emitted a short ‘hah’ and thought about the dumb jerk, Brodey. Damn, he was ready to attack if I said the wrong word or words. Ah, a gutless wonder. Acting chivalrous, but a frigging gangster playing ‘good guy’.

The world was filled with ‘gutless wonders’ all of them playing ‘goodie-goodies’. At their core, however, they are jerks like Brodey, showing their disdain for the bad guys but living their lives as bad guys. Figure that. The world’s crazy.

At least, I know who the hell I am. I’m a good man that got himself tied to a demanding bitch that would not stop hammering on me to do this, do that. She tied me down to where I could not become what it was my destiny to become…a leader of men, a man who could conquer the world if people just got the hell out of my way. I could do without all the PhD scholars putting names to what I am…hey, just leave me alone, and I’ll show you how to create, how to get from point ‘A’ to point ‘B’, how to run a company or a country. I have the ‘smarts’, the know-how to make dreams come true.

Here, in this microcosmic world of prison, the cons know to whom they come for their ‘craving needs’. They know who essentially runs things around here. Yeah, I’m ham-strung because of a stupid woman who made me do something that, without her, I would not have done.

That’s the stupid way of the world. A woman makes a guy miserable, does the constant carping, has him so ‘pussy-whipped’ he does something that he should not do, and he pays for it by being locked away in a dark and ugly place. Damn, she made him so damned mad he couldn’t see straight. Damn her for putting him in this place.

He would make it, though, because he knew how to manipulate people and get what he wanted. Why else would these creeps here in Rockfall come to him for their needs? Oh, sure, they would say that the Warden favored him with the position of Trusty, but the truth was he manipulated the Warden for control in this place. Pure and simple. Hands down.

Bradley Combs looked around the library. A smile came as he looked at the clean and orderly neatness of his library. I made this what it is. His soft voice had an echoic sound in the gray, late-afternoon stillness, lost within books lining the shelves.

[End of ‘Sample Chapter’]

BR Chitwood – September 7,2020

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8 comments on “Daddy, no!

  1. You’re an amazing writer, Billy Ray. I’m proud to know you.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. How special you make my day, my friend! I feel the same pride in knowing you.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Terrific, Billy Ray.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, good John…

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Gwen M. Plano says:

    Powerful writing, Billy Ray. ♥

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thee gives pleasure to my days… Thanks for your wonderful words.


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