But no one would know why, not truly why he shot his mother and her "friend". The media thought the Latvian married male was simply having an affair with the American woman, Cherry Coda, they had gotten in a fight. In
In rage he had shot them. But, Sesome had simply pled guilty two counts of first-degree murder although the evidence did not add up to many, but the easy case was swept through. A person in passion would have not only shot each person once or twice in vital areas but multiple times, they did not do a physical check on Sesome to see his severely torn anus or over all bodily abuse that would have shown during this. So the media took this story of the raging teen anger with a nasty looking scar going across his left eye. No further investigation was placed, no jury woul ever hear what really was going on that lead up
So the media took this story of the raging teen anger with a nasty looking scar going across his left eye. No further investigation was placed, no jury woul ever hear what really was going on that lead up the this event, no one would.
If Sesome had wanted, he could have told the truth; however, there was a deep sense of paranoia and fear that some client of his would pluck him away from freedom, considering many where high profile people.
Maybe if he was in prison, someone would notice him missing... Someone eventually or at least the person would have to be extremely careful if they managed to get him out of there... Besides... What was in prison that he was not conditioned to? Rape had been part of his life since he was six years old.
Beatings were normal and his scars proved so. Starvation, another ways to his life. Death... Death was not something he feared, and for many years had prayed for. Just too much of a coward to attempt, afraid of what Cherry would do if she had ever caught him.
Before he had called 911, he had been in the bathroom with the scalding water pouring down on him, with the barrel of the gun between his lips. The gun clicked, and instead of death awaiting him an unnerving sense he would never be in control of his own life.