The Dark Diaries (2025)

07/04/2025

I am Jade Benning and I was taken at only 25 years old. I am sharing my story today.

Born on March 6th 1998, in Little Rock Arkansas my family saw my beautiful fresh face and knew that I would be destined for greatness. As I grew I would take interest in many activities with cheerleading being one of my favorites. I would go on to become cheer captain for my middle school, Jv, and Varsity cheer teams. I graduated from Little Rock Central High School in 2016 where I went on to pursue my dream career…becoming a chef. Cheerleading taught me the necessary discipline and passion to complete what I ultimately wanted to achieve in life and I did just that. In 2020 I graduated from Brightwater Culinary Arts and I went on to become the head pastry Chef at Mirabellas Table and I was also a Chef at Earnest Bar & Hideaway. Working as a chef inspired me to step out on faith and open my very own catering business… JTB Eatery.

Aside from my drive and passion I had a smile and personality that was undeniably unique. My laugh was contagious and could make a person's day. My heart was just as big as my smile. I spent some of my free time traveling and seeing the world. I loved to get tattoos, listen to music, and watching Netflix series. Although I loved the things I did in my free time, there is nothing that I loved more than spending time with my friends and family. Still spending as much time with family and friends as possible, I wanted to expand my business and see how far things could go if I started over in another state. I relocated to Nashville Tennessee and I was so excited to start my new journey. While spending time in Tennessee I would meet Blaise Taylor who was a Tennessee Titans scout. We would begin a relationship and I would soon become pregnant.

I was excited to welcome a new baby into our family but Blaise….not so much. This would cause turmoil in our relationship and things begin to get rocky. Blaise would ask me to abort the baby because he feared being put on child support but I would not agree to his terms because I was having my baby for me. Months would go by and my joy would increase as I found out that I would be having a mini me. I had already picked out a name just for her… Ivy Blair. Blaise would still insist that he wanted no part in raising our baby girl and I was still totally okay with that and decided to continue with pregnancy being reassured by family and friends. Although I was okay with doing it alone apart of me would have been overjoyed if Blaise did come around and be involved. Blaise however, had other sinister plans.

On February 25th 2023, Blaise would call me, seeming as if he was genuinely wanting to try and change. This was weird because we hadn’t spoken to each other in a while but I wanted to hear him out. I invited him over for dinner where we caught up on life, ate our meal, and were seemingly heading in the right direction. I felt comfortable and trusted that he meant everything he said, so much so that I would let Blaise bring me a drink. I’d drink the drink that he’d brought me and I’d instantly become Ill. My head was spinning, my limbs felt heavy, and my legs went numb. I would begin to panic and ask Blaise to call 911. Blaise would call and tell the dispatcher that I was having an allergic reaction but I knew this could not be that. I had managed to grab my phone and call my best friend. Although I was unable to directly tell my best friend what happened, she heard it all through me and Blaise’s argument. I would say you did this to me, you put something in my drink, I knew my drink tasted funny….shortly after stating that I was unresponsive.

Ambulance would arrive at the scene and rush me to the hospital. Just two days later, 5 months pregnant, my baby girl Ivy would pass away but I was still fighting for my life….Until March 6th 2023, my 25th birthday, I would pass away leaving my friends and family so confused on how this could have happened. It wasn’t long before they would receive the answers that they needed. An autopsy was done and revealed a shocking horror…. I was poison3d with a lethal dose of coc*ine in hopes of causing a miscarriage but Blaise had given me entirely too much. Reporting limits start at 10 nanograms per milliliter of blood but there were 7878 nanograms per milliliter in mines. By the time this discovery was made Blaise had already left town and he had taken a coaching job at Utah State University. Blaise knew that this would put him outside of Tennessee’s jurisdiction and more evidence is needed for an arrest warrant. Police begun to look further into the details. They went back to my apartment and quickly realized that the scene had been tampered with. We had dinner together but there was only one cup and the cup that was at the scene contained alcohol. Since I was pregnant they knew that that couldn’t have been my cup from dinner. My best friend would confirm that Blaise was the last person to see me alive and this would crack open the beginning to an end.

March 2024, a year after my passing, a warrant would be issued for the arrest of Blaise. Blaise would be tracked down in Utah and was arrested on two counts of first degree murder. Many people were shocked that such a talented and well known person had committed such a crime but it was no shock to those who knew them personally. Blaise’s lawyers would request a reasonable bond due to lack of evidence but the prosecution team would quickly shut down the lack of evidence claiming that this crime was completely calculated and heinous. Blaise’s family would hear the truth for the first time at his bond hearing as they were told that Jade’s passing was caused by COVID. They were there to defend his case stating he has never had any priors and would not do anything like this however we all know that desperation can turn people evil. Despite his lawyers and family members efforts the judge would rule in the prosecution team’s favor setting his bond at 2.5 Million Dollars.

Despite the high bond, Blaise posted 10% of it and was able to be released from prison. His trial is set to start in October 2025 and he is facing life in prison without parole.

I am so sorry that this happened to you Jade, may you rest peacefully 🕊️.

19/03/2025

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24/01/2025

I am Tiana Dye and I was taken away at only 21 years old. I am sharing my story today.

My future was so bright and promising, I had so much in store for my life. I was a senior at Alabama State University and would soon be moving on to start my career. School was so important to me and was a major priority. I was a part of the honor society and the ASG’s NAACP chapter, showing my dedication to my education and social justice. As you can see, I worked really hard to achieve my goals earning me a spot on my school’s Dean’s list. On top of the huge load of being a scholar I worked hard daily to support myself…my extreme determination kept me driven. Most people my age saw me as an inspiration to reach their goals and work hard for everything that they want in life and it was an honor to be that person for them. My family would describe me as a light and simply as precious as it gets. They were my world and I was theirs.I was their rainbow that brung excitement whenever paths were crossed. Although they knew they’d miss me my family knew how strong and independent I would be so they were excited for my new journey in Montgomery Alabama. It was a distance from my hometown in Newnan, Ga but they were only a drive away and we spent as much time seeing and talking to each other as possible… until they were unable to reach me.

On July 14th 2024 my mother would receive a call that I had been stabbed inside of my home and I was being rushed to the hospital. On my mother’s drive from Georgia to Alabama she would receive another call where they would advise that I did not make it. In just a blink of an eye everything that I had worked so hard for had been taken away from me and I was taken away from my loved ones. This left those who knew me in total shock. They would never imagine someone as wholesome and kind as me to be in a position as such. My mother would express how this haunts her daily and the nightmares that she experiences knowing that I was fighting to stay here. My mother is now fighting for me and there were so many questions…the biggest one being who would want to take me away in my own home? My family and friends had a good idea of who it could have been.

As I was attending Alabama State University I would move into an off campus home with a few of my friends. It was me, my friend Katelyn, and another roommate who’s name is Aliyah. Everything would start well until disagreements would start over cleanliness and items disappearing. I would often speak on the topics because of the overwhelming nature of the home and my things not being able to be found. This would lead to a dispute between Aliyah and I leading to an altercation where I was pistol whipped leaving my lip swollen.Katelyn and I reached out to our landlord multiple times asking for an intervention because the situation with Aliyah had become too dangerous but he failed to assist. We continued to do our best with the cleaning but we grew tired of cleaning behind others who did not clean. Aliyah would leave the counters sticky, dirty dishes, water spills, and trash throughout our home. We reached out to the landlord again after receiving constant harassing messages from Aliyah which prompted him to call Katelyn and say that Aliyah hadn’t been paying rent and would be out by the end of June. This provided a sense of peace in the midst of the storm for us… So we thought.

July 14th would come and I would be cleaning our home…fed up with cleaning messes that were not my own, I took to our group chat to say “ I just cleaned off the kitchen sink counter and wiped it down . There should be no reason what so ever that it ends up like that again . Whoever dishes is in the sink is still in there . There are nats starting to pop up again and nobody has time for that . If you put something down the drain, turn the drain on and the brown cutting board cabinet needs to be cleaned off properly . There are bugs coming from there with all the open food which also creates mold . It shouldn’t even be like that” along with photos showing the problems that I described. This would be my final attempt to get everyone inside the house on the same page. I would call Katelyn at 9:29 AM and discuss how filthy the house was and that I was trying to wait until Aliyah was evicted to clean but it was entirely too much and I had to go ahead and get it out the way. Aliyah was inside the home at this time and I was seen on Ring camera footage cleaning up until 10:00 AM by 10:38 AM Aliyah can be seen on camera leaving the home, sits a knife on the porch, and proceeds to speed walk down the road. There was no one else seen coming in or leaving the apartment during the approximate time of Tiana’s stabbing.

Police have yet to charge Aliyah with this crime despite the large amount of proof. Could they not find the weapon? Could they possibly not find Aliyah? Either way it goes we need to get Tiana’s case out in hopes of getting her and her family justice.

I am so sorry that this happened to you Tiana. May you rest peacefully 🕊️.

23/01/2025

I am Nia Wilson and I was taken away at only 18 years old. I am sharing my story today.

Born and raised a California girl, I was destined to have big dreams. Growing up in such a big state came with lots to do and lots of opportunities. I was on my way to fulfilling major dreams that I had. At the time I was working at a local clothing consignment store until I was able to achieve the goals I set for myself. I had thoughts on joining the Army as the first step to starting my career. I considered going into the army because of the love that I had for human life… I wanted to protect everyone. Another dream that I wanted to pursue was my career in music. I knew that my talents would take me a long way but my time would suddenly be cut short due to an unexpected act of violence.

On July 22nd 2018 my sisters and I would catch a BART train to a family function that was being hosted at our aunts house in the Oakland California area. We would also catch a BART train back to try and make it home. During the train ride my sisters and I would be talking and laughing…suspecting nothing suspicious as we had not spoken to anyone on the train outside of each other. As we were exiting the train we were caught off guard by a man named John Cowell who suddenly lunged towards us with a knife seriously injuring my sister and I. We were taken aback by the attack because we had never even spoken to John before. After facing the reality my sister would start to aid me and as she looked above she could see John standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at them, and wiping his knife off. Police who were patrolling the station would come to assist, my sister would be taken to the hospital but I would pass away on the scene.

After the incident, Cowell would discard his sweatshirt and backpack but the items were found and helped to identify him. Cowell would go as far as talking to an officer and telling him where the incident occurred in the train station as he was trying to locate the scene but he was located and charged on the following day. On Monday evening Cowell would be spotted by a BART officer who called the police.

Many are speculating that the attack is a hate crime because John is a Caucasian male who had no logical motive for the attack. It was later revealed that John does suffer from an unnamed mental illness but my family feels that mental illness should not be considered in the case of this vicious attack.

Over 1,000 people stood in support of me. I always wanted to touch the world with my talent but I touched the world with my beautiful spirit.

Support Nia’s cause by visiting www.niawilsonfoundation.org

I am so sorry that this happened to you Nia. May you rest peacefully 🕊️.

28/11/2024

I am Ivy Webster and I was taken away at only 14 years old. I am sharing our story today.

I was a vibrant teen who loved to be with my friends and family. I was super close to my mom and would talk to her daily. She trusted me and saw me as a responsible teen for my age and she trusted me when it came to going out with my friends. 3 of Tiffany’s other friends and I were invited to her sleepover and to go to the mall. Two of her friends declined to come over but I really wanted to attend and my mother would agree to let me go. It would end up being Brittany Brewer (15 years) who would also attend the sleepover. There were 5 residents inside of Tiffany’s home, her mother, Holly Guess (35 years), her brother James Mayo (15 years), her sister, Rylee Allen (17 years), her stepfather, Jesse Mcfadden, and lastly, Tiffany Guess (13 years). Once the last weekend in April came I would be picked up from my home to attend Tiffany’s sleepover around noon on saturday. The plan was for us to go to the mall and to Main Event, an event center located in Tulsa, OK. I would keep my mother updated throughout the entire Saturday as I promised to do. My mother knew that I wouldn’t break our trust but it will soon be revealed that the trust of people who we think we know can be broken…

The next morning my mom and Brittany’s mom would receive a text stating that we were going to the McFadden’s family property in McAlester but we were not seen or heard from after this point. Monday would come and our parents would know that something had to be wrong. We had not returned home nor had we made it to the school bus that day. After they caught on to the suspicious activity, the HPD were alerted to the missing children. Deputies would arrive at the residence on Monday and discover that the door was left ajar…not knowing what they were about to walk into. Shortly after entering, police will begin to locate each of us one by one, a total of seven victims. We all were taken away by gunfire at the hands of Jesse McFadden before the gun was turned on himself.

Later, autopsies would reveal that Brittany and I suffered blunt force trauma to our lower extremities that were consistent with SA. Jesse’s wife and children had abrasions on their upper and lower extremities but the fatal ending for us all was a gunshot wound to the head.

Jesse started as a troubled child and also dropped out of school after 9th grade. His first run in with law enforcement was in 2002 for possessing beer as a minor. He would then be charged with felony grand larceny for stealing over $80,000 from his grandfather. Jesse would not stop at those charges, he was caught 3 times and 2003 for driving under suspension and would later receive a first degree r*p3 charge in 2003 and served 17 years in prison. He was scheduled to appear in court on the Monday that everyone was found inside of the home for soliciting a minor and possession of child po*******hy. The charges were brought upon in 2017 while Jesse was already in prison. My family and I were unaware of Jesse having such a bad history and didn’t sense danger because I had spent weekends with them previously with no issues. The true motive for Jesse Mcfadden’s horrendous crime is unknown but many speculate that it was because of his upcoming sentencing.

I am so sorry that this happened to each of the victims, may they rest peacefully 🕊️.

13/11/2024

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24/10/2024

We are Coty and Sully Simmons and we were taken away at 20 and 33 years old. We are sharing our story today.

Our bond was oh so unbreakable, we as siblings had ups and downs but we would never let that overshadow the love we had for each other. We were true southern girls growing up in New Orleans, Louisiana. My sister Coty was the realist person that I had encountered, as long as I had my Coty I did not need or want any friends. My sister was my teacher, my sister, and my best friend all in one, if I needed to talk about anything Coty was there. Inseparable was an understatement, my sister Coty and I had even started jobs at the same corporation. We did everything together and honestly death was the only thing that could separate us…. Death would do just that.

Life was just beginning for my sister Coty. As a recent graduate from Rabouin High School, my sister wanted to expand on her dreams to be an artist. As a sophomore she was acknowledged and accepted to attend the New Orleans Center for the Creative Arts. This was considered one of the best public schools in our area and my sister was on a great path until we were hit by hurricane Katrina in 2005. Coty temporarily relocated to Georgia and would return to New Orleans to finish out school there. My sister would become pregnant and we were so excited to welcome a new addition to the Simmons family. Coty was planning to give her and her baby the best life that she could have offered but within a blink of an eye her dreams were snatched away.

December 15th 2008, My sister Coty, Myself, and My Boyfriend would be sitting in his car packed in the 4700 block of Galahad Drive in east New Orleans. While my boyfriend and I were having a conversation in the front seat. Coty was tired as she was pregnant at the time and decided that she would lie down on the backseat for a nap. A little after midnight struck a male would emerge from the back of a house that we were parked by and began firing at the car. During the commission of the shooting, Coty would be struck in the back of the head. We transported her to University Hospital where she was placed on life support but later passed away from her injuries. My nephew whom Coty planned to name London Travell or Travell London would also pass away during this incident. She was 19 weeks pregnant at the time of the incident.

I have been continuously fighting for justice for my sister as there hasn’t been a named suspect found. Losing my sister and nephew forever changed my life but I knew that I had to keep pushing and be everything Coty would have wanted me to be. I had grown so much as the 14 years had passed after losing my best friend. I had a son who I named Cody in honor of my sister Coty. Cody and Coty were my purpose and it wasn't a day that went by where I did not think of Coty. It was year 14 and my sister’s 35th birthday. I decided that there was no better way to celebrate than to celebrate year 35 with her. I would go to my sister’s gravesite to honor her memory and birthday. After spending time with my sister, my son Cody and I would prepare to leave the gravesite. As we were leaving a gunman would appear and begin to open fire on my vehicle in the 2700 block of Orleans Avenue while my son was strapped into his car seat in the backseat.

I would unfortunately not make it through this incident but my son Cody would make it through untouched. Just hours after posting to my Facebook asking my sister to continue to watch over me, my nephew, and our family, I would join her to look after them. Although he would not reveal the nature of the incident, my father would say that there was an incident that I was accused of being involved in but the rumors of my involvement were not true. He believes that this led to my tragic demise. It was said that they had been seeking me out to end my life. I was not far from my home when this happened and it left the entire community in shock.

My sister and I were taken away in the same manner 14 years apart. Our family hearts will forever be broken. The day that we celebrated my sister is now a day for our family to celebrate the both of us.

I am so sorry that this happened to you Coty and Sully, may you both rest peacefully 🕊️.

11/10/2024

I am Natavia Sanders and I was murdered at only 18 years old. I am sharing my story today.

My birthday was February 15th, a day after Valentine’s Day. My birthday is so close to the day we celebrate love and love…I was full of it…Pink was my favorite color. I was nothing shy of a bubbly teenager loving life and getting ready to start my new life journey as an adult. I was set to graduate high school in a few weeks and I looked forward to what life had to offer. I had the ability to change the energy in a room with my calm, easy going nature, without saying any words people would feel my aura. I was very polite to everyone and respectful, lifting others every chance I got. I attended Strong Vincent middle school where I would excel as a cheerleader and student. I would leave Erie Pennsylvania and move to Tampa Fl with my mother and siblings but just 3 months later my life would take a drastic turn.

On May 11th 2024 I would make a phone call to the police advising that I had been strangled and just waken up from being passed out. Just as I was advising them that my mother was outside my door she would enter and the call would disconnect. The dispatcher would try to get me back on the line but received no answer. They would dispatch authorities to our home. When they arrived both the front and back door were locked. They knocked on the door and my mother Rotesha Silveus would open it for them. They asked her to step outside and her response was for what? Nah but officers would stop her from closing the door and successfully detain her after a brief struggle. Once my mother was detained I was located in my bedroom unresponsive. Officers performed life saving measures until the paramedics arrived. I would live for two days after the incident in a vegetative state and I officially passed away on the 13th of May.

My mother had taken my short life away from me within the blink of an eye in front of my siblings. My future did not exist because of the person who gave me life. A worker in the area reported that my mother was showing signs of strange behavior earlier in the day. She would be standing outside screaming and stated that she was acting as if she would harm herself or someone else. Authorities were later alerted that my mother had been diagnosed with schizophrenia and was not taking her medication for months because she was unable to access it.

Rotesha has since been transferred from jail to a mental institution. It was determined that she is not competent enough to stand trial.

I am so sorry that this happened to you Natavia, may you rest peacefully 🕊️.

07/10/2024

I am Zakirrah Anderson and I was taken away at only 23 years old. I am sharing my story today.

My name is Zakirrah but I was better known around my area, St. Paul Minnesota, as Ziggy. My life was wonderful even at times when it may not have been the best, I still smiled and carried on. I was a true kid at heart, life was fun for me and I lived that way everyday. I encouraged others with my aura, they looked up to the way that I had the ability to brighten any room I walked in. TikTok was one of my favorite things to do. I like to show my personality and vlog when I am out with my friends. My family described my heart as pure and the amount of empathy I showed led me into the perfect career. I was a certified nursing assistant, my life revolved around helping others and it came so naturally… even up until the day of my tragic ending.

I was a ride or die for those that I was closest to and on August 14th 2024 I continued to do so. Me and a group of friends would meet with another group at the intersection Larpenteur Avenue East and Dieter Street North for a fight. This followed an altercation that had occurred earlier in the day where we had been shot at. During the altercation I was standing beside a car when 34 year old Ashley Renee Couch would hit me and a friend standing by the car at high speeds throwing my friend in the air and dragging me a far distance away under the car. My injuries were described as catastrophic and autopsies revealed that I suffered severe multi system trauma. I fought to save my life but I would pass away shortly after arriving at Regions Hospital…my friend survived the incident.

It was unknown who had done this to me and my friend until September 9th 2024. Police would receive a call from a concerned citizen identified Ashley Couch as the suspect and stated that she also hid the vehicle that was used in the incident. St.Paul Minnesota Police would locate the vehicle in an alley with what is described as significant damage. The officer in the scene noted that the vehicle was intentionally hidden because the tag had been removed and trash cans were placed in front of it in an effort to conceal it from public view. Ashley initially denied any involvement but the investigators would show a video that captured the hit and run. Ashley would then explain that it was not an intentional act.

Ashley’s criminal record does not convince anyone that this was done without ill intent as she already had multiple violent crime and threat charges. She was charged with one count of 2nd degree murder and one count of second degree assault with a violent weapon. Ashley admitted to having her child with her when she committed this crime.

I am so sorry that this happened to you Zakirrah, may you rest peacefully 🕊️

06/10/2024

I am Asia Cowell and I was taken away at only 17 years old I am sharing story today.

I grew up surrounded by a loving family being raised by my aunt and having two loving siblings. My aunt that raised me was my best friend and I was able to go to her for anything. People would describe me as a very warm and inviting person. If you were around me I would always laugh and be happy. Those close to me knew that I was a genuine person. If you were a friend to me you had a friend for life. Doing hair was my passion and I hoped to make my passion my career one day. That dream wasn’t far away as I was a senior at Granby High School in Norfolk Virginia and would be graduating in June 2021.

I started to do hair for locals in my city to build my clientele. I was super excited when I checked my instagram and had a hair inquiry from Crystal Albritton. Since I was building my portfolio I jumped on it right away. We scheduled an appointment for us to meet at Crystal’s apartment on September 7th 2020. Crystal requested a braided hairstyle for her niece. On the day of the appointment my aunt would drop me off and expected to come and get me once I completed the service but the day would go on and my aunt wouldn’t hear from me. Nightfall would come and I had still not reached out to my family. This was out of the ordinary so my family immediately reported that I was a missing person to our local authorities. On the day that I was reported missing I was supposed to celebrate Labor Day with my family but they banned together to search for me instead.

Police would start by speaking to Crystal and she would tell them that she was dissatisfied with my services but still decided to pay and I left her apartment around 2pm on foot. For two weeks my family, friends, and law enforcement would search for me. They asked for anyone who could lend a hand in helping to please do so. They knew that there was something wrong… if my aunt and I discussed me being picked up from the location why would I leave on foot? After all of my family's questions they started to receive answers that would change their life and my life forever.

On September 23rd 2020 Newport News officers will respond to a call in reference to someone being taken away along the woodline behind a strip club in the 16000 block of Warwick Blvd. They were led to the location of where I was taken and discovered. Medical examiners arrived in the scene and I was positively identified. My passing was later ruled as a homicide. My family was devastated and had hoped for a better outcome in this situation. My family and school would hold a candlelight vigil the following day at my high school. They were speaking out to the public in hopes that justice will be served.

Months would go by with no justice for me until December 2nd 2020. Crystal was arrested and charged with first degree hit, abduction by force, use of a firearm in commission of a felony, criminal solicitation, and conspiracy to commit a felony. 18 year old Dazha Feaster would also be arrested in connection with my passing. Dazha was also 17 years old when the incident occurred. She was hit with the same charges as Crystal. One day after Crystal and Dazha arrest Crystal’s husband Devin Albritton was also arrested and charged with first degree hit and conspiracy to commit a felony. This would bring a sense of relief to my family as we they were one step closer to getting me the justice that I deserved but there were still unanswered questions…who are they? And why did they do this?

(‼️ TRIGGER WARNING ‼️)
In May 2020, I would press charges against 20 year old Desean Corum for SA’ing me. I would also detail the event of Desean putting his hands around my neck, throwing me to the ground, and more horrific things. At one point Desean was my boyfriend but that did not stop me from seeking justice. The case would soon go to court and I was set to testify on my own behalf. The pre-trial hearing was set to take place on September 29th 2020. Dazha Feaster was the sister of Desean. Dazha would conspire with Crystal to set up the appointment via instagram and get rid of me to keep me from testifying. During the hair appointment Crystal, Dazha, and Devin would put their plan into play. They would tie me to a barstool, blind fold me and place me into a plastic storage bin. I would be thrown into the back of an SUV and driven 30 miles across the water to the woods in the fourth Eustace area. Devin would stay behind at the apartment. While inside Dazha held a firearm towards me threatening me to keep quiet and not try anything. Once we arrived to the wooded area to order me to walk deeper inside the woods. We would come to a stop as I begged and pleaded for them not to do this to me and promised that I wouldn’t go through with testifying. Crystal instructed Dazha to fire the weapon but she would hesitate. Dazha quickly realized that she could not complete the hit. Crystal could convince Dazha so she took the weapon, told me to turn around, and she pulled the trigger. Once Crystal fired the shot she’d go back to the car. Dazha would ask her if I passed away and Crystal’s response was don’t know, don’t care. Crystal and Dazha would leave the area and head back to Norfolk. Devin would begin to get rid of my items including my cellphone and the weapon to commit the crime. After Devin got rid of all the items he would heartlessly get dressed and attend a cookout.

During the pre-trial on September 29th the charges against Desean were dropped since I was no longer living. After an intense investigation police determined that Desean did not have any direct involvement in the hit that caused my passing. Desean would be cleared of all charges. My family awaited for justice for years but justice was finally received in March 2024. Crystal would plead guilty to all charges and will be sentenced to life in prison plus 3 years in August 2024. Devin would later plead guilty to his charges and he was sentenced to 50 years in prison with 11 years suspended. In addition to prison time Devin received 25 years of uniform good behavior and 5 years of supervised probation. Crystal and Devin apologized to my family and expressed that they were remorseful for what they had done. They would say that they wished that the incident never occurred. There apologies would not change anything for my family. Dazha is set to appear in court for a plea in October 30th 2024.

Asia was brave for standing up for herself. Situations like this is why most victims are afraid to do so. Asia will always be known for her courage to be a voice for victims.

I am so sorry that this happened to you Asia, my you rest peacefully 🕊️

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