I couldn't seat still, if the police, courts couldn't award me the justice I deserved, I would take matters in my own hands. I there fore paid investigators to uncover the identity of the cop who shot my brother and I finally had the answers I needed.
I compiled an article, included his picture, and anonymously posted it on various websites and TikTok. Almost immediately, the heat that had nearly died down reignited. Content creators accessed the article, and discussions exploded across social media.
A heated debate broke out on different TikTok creator accounts who addressed the issue such as;
@JusticeWarrior2: "How does a cop confuse a blue SUV with a black sedan? Either he's blind, or he's lying. Either way, he shouldn't be on the force."
@TruthSeeker101: "The fact that his family owns a fishing company in Alabama explains a lot. Money talks, and justice walks."
@CopWatchDaily: "This is why we need body cams that actually work. Too many 'malfunctions' when it matters most."
@AlabamaLocal: "I live near the Filmon family's fishing company. Trust me, they're untouchable."
@JusticeForJason: "Jason deserved better. We can't let this go unnoticed. Keep sharing this story."
@Lookatit: The cop may have been a racist , just saying?
@fbillioners: First of, What is a rich kid doing in the police force, man I hate the rich smh
@braindead: How long is the American police training again lol? etc
I hadn't expected the article to cause such a stir. My intention was simple: to ensure Jason's death wasn't in vain. But the internet had taken it to a whole new level. The engagement was overwhelming, and for the first time in weeks, I felt a glimmer of hope. If the police wouldn't hold the officer accountable, maybe the public could.
The following day, I woke up with a strange sense of calm. The online outrage was fueling my cause, and for the first time since Jason's death, I felt like I was doing something meaningful. I washed my face, applied sunscreen, and prepared for my morning walk-a routine I hadn't followed since the incident.
I walked for about 30 minutes, enjoying the crisp morning air, when I decided it was time to head back to my apartment. As I glanced at my smartwatch, my vision suddenly went black. Someone had covered my face, and another person forcefully lifted me off the ground. I tried to scream and struggle, but it was useless. My heart pounded as I was shoved into what felt like a car.
"Miss Kasi Williams. Nice to meet you. My name is Stan Filmon. I'm the officer who harmed your brother-the one you put out in public," a voice said coldly. My head was still covered, and my hands were tied behind my back.
"The truth is, the story I told was the truth. You, on the other hand, claim to want justice for your brother, but I think you don't. All you're doing is fueling hate online for your own selfish reasons," he continued.
His words ignited a fire within me. "You didn't know Jason! You don't know what he meant to me! He was my only family, and you took that away from me!" I screamed, my voice trembling with rage. The car was moving, and I had no idea where we were headed.
"I did my research. You're indeed pitiful, but I really didn't mean to kill him. You have to believe me-it was an accident. How much money do you need to let this go, huh? One million?" Stan asked, his tone dripping with condescension.
"Let me go," I said firmly, my voice shaking.
Suddenly, I felt the cold edge of a knife pressing against my neck. I shuddered, fear paralyzing me. "This is a knife. I'm telling you, I'm not a killer. But don't push me, Miss Kasi. Such a beautiful woman like you, without any children or family of your own, following your brother and parents would be such a waste," Stan said, his voice low.
The car came to a stop, and the bag covering my head was yanked off. My hands were untied by another man sitting beside me. Stan, dressed in a white woolen sweater and black pants, smiled at me as if we were old friends.
"Miss Kasi Williams, please go on in. This is your apartment building, right? Or do you want to stay here with me? I don't mind," he chuckled, his laughter sending chills down my spine.
The door was opened from the outside by another man, presumably one of Stan's accomplices. I slowly stepped out of the car, my legs trembling, and walked toward my apartment building.
"Miss Kasi?" Stan's voice called out, stopping me in my tracks. I turned to face him, my heart racing.
"Watch your steps. The floor can be a bit slippery if you walk recklessly," he said, waving me off with a smile that made my blood run cold.
I hurried into my apartment building and collapsed onto the floor as soon as I entered my room. My legs gave out, and I sat there, trembling uncontrollably. I reached for my phone, intending to call Danny, but stopped myself. This situation was dangerous, and I couldn't involve innocent people. It seemed I had no other choice but to face this alone. My pursuit of justice for Jason had become far more complicated-and dangerous-than I had ever imagined.
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