"Disturbing news coming out of Faulkner Montana today as a decade old case has been thrust back into the headlines. John Jacobs, convicted serial killer of at least 12 young girls, has had his ruling overturned as new details have come to light in the case. We are getting news that his son, Dallas Jacobs of Faulkner Montana, has been convicted of not only those 12 young ladies's slayings, but also four more recent killings that have taken place over the last couple of weeks. A search of Jacobs's Colorado home uncovered multitudes of evidences connecting him to the murders previously believed to have been his own father. According to his sister and friend, Jacobs confessed to the slayings before ultimately killing himself late last week at his childhood home in Faulkner Montana. The last of Jacobs's victims bodies was also recovered, finally putting to rest the monster of this once sleepy mountain town. Our hearts and prayers go out to the victim's families at this time. We will be keeping you all updated as this story continues to unfold. This has been Elroy Jinks, reporting from The Faulkner Insider.

It all happened too fast.

One second I had a brother, the next, he was gone.

It had taken until mid morning the next day before they were able to retrieve their bodies.

Dallas and Amie.

In a matter of seconds I'd seen my worst nightmares come to life before my eyes.

There were so many police and detectives and flashing blue lights and sirens and screaming, mostly my own, but I hadn't been able to hear any of it.

All I could hear was the hollow beating of my own heart pounding in my ears. I was alive, and Dallas was dead.

Everything I'd thought I'd understood about my life changed in a matter of hours. From the time I left my house to the time I came back.

The ambulance took me away.

I had to leave my brother behind.

I needed help from the wounds he had inflicted onto me. He'd hurt me. My brother who I trusted more than anyone, had wrapped his hands around my neck. He had broken my ribs, fractured my collar bone, and broken my heart.

The pain was insurmountable, but I'd cried and screamed and begged the EMTs not to give me anything.

They'd argued.

"I'm an addict." I'd cried out, and their faces had shifted.

For the first time in my life, in the most pain I'd ever endured, I'd denied my escape. I wanted to feel it. I wanted every bit of the excruciating pain. I needed to face it and what it all meant.

My brother was a monster.

I'd been so blind all along. Buried my head in the sand and refused to see what had always been right in front of me. I knew my father was a good man, and I'd refused to see it. Chosen to take answers given to me while never looking for my own. I'd been so stupid, and I wanted to feel everything that came with it.

I couldn't sleep.

Every single time I'd close my eyes I would feel his hands around my throat. I'd see his body falling.

I stared mechanically at the clock on the wall in my hospital room and watched the hands move round and round.

I answered every question.

Countless statements.

I'd told everything that had happened. Everything he'd told me in his final hours on this earth. The heartbreaking truth that my father was innocent. That he and my mother had known what Dallas had done, and that their love for their son had led them both to their untimely deaths.

I was all alone in the world now.

No more family to lean on.

The things that had happened to Dallas and I had ruined so many lives in the end. The things we couldn't forget had led us both in such horrific directions, dictating our lives and our decisions well into adulthood.

We were both broken souls who could not escape from the hollowness inside of us.

Dallas had let the cruelty of the world, turn him into the same kind of monster he'd been afraid of. He'd stolen those girls from their families and put them through such insidious torment before he'd wiped their blood from his hands and started his hunt for the next victim. Always searching to feel the powerfulness he'd been incapable of grasping as a child.

He let our past turn him into the darkness, while I'd chosen to hide inside of it.

Aries left the scene with a fractured skull, a twice broken nose, and a concussion.

Neither of us would ever be the same after what we had gone through, what we had seen together.

Today is the day I finally leave Faulkner Montana for good. I know the people will be happy to see me go. I'm an awful reminder to so many of the things they'd lost. The things, they too, would never be able to forget.

But today, I also lay my brother to rest.

"Are you alright?" Aries asks at my side. His head is still wrapped and the skin under his eyes is still a sickly blueish black, but he refused to stay home.

I take a shaky breath and smile at him weakly. "I will be." I nod.

It's a beautiful day.

The sky is clear and blue and the sun beams down on us from above. The storm has passed. The grass of the cemetery sparkles with freezing dew as the preacher gives his speech over my brother's casket.

Police hold off the media waiting back at the street so that we can have this moment alone.

Aries, Kelsea, Detectives Mayfield and Davenport, Officer Gillians, and even Mrs. Statham stand with me here today.

Mrs. Statham weeps behind me, but my eyes have gone dry. I don't have any tears left in me to cry, even on a day like today.

I listen quietly to the generic words of the preacher. His lowly said prayers for my brother's soul. I close my eyes and pray too. I pray that whatever comes next, that Dallas is able to find some sort of peace after all of this. I pray that his heart no longer feels cold and full of hate, but that he's able to finally let go of everything he's carried for so long.

I blink my eyes open, Kelsea squeezing my hand tightly at my side, and I stare at the plain wooden box that holds my brother's shattered body.

I stare at it while I hear my father's words in my head. Every time I blink I see his face from the video I know so well. The one where he is apologizing to his family. Saying he should have done more. I hear his voice shake and quiver and see the tears in his eyes. All that time I'd thought it was some sort of sick guilt for the murders he'd committed, but all along...that video wasn't to me or to my mother or to the other families. His words were meant for Dallas. He was apologizing for letting what
happened to Dallas happen. He was guilty for failing his son. He convinced the police if his guilt. He'd purposefully attempted to abduct the last girl and let her get away so that all eyes of this town would settle solely on him and not onto Dallas.

In the worst way possible, he'd tried his best to do right by his son. He wanted to protect him and by doing so, he let Dallas continue to torment this earth.

I step forward.

I let go of Kelsea's hand and I move to the casket before us as the preacher on the other side takes a step back and bows his head.

I lay my freezing hands on the top, running them over the harsh wood.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper to Dallas, then turn and face the others. "Dallas Jacobs was a good brother." I whisper still, unable to bring any volume to my voice. "I hate what he did, what he became, but I loved him. I loved my brother so much." My voice cracks and my previous belief that I couldn't cry anymore is proven wrong as I feel the tears begin to stream down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry for the things he did and the lives he took and the pain he has caused. But I loved him. He was my best friend for so long. He wasn't always this. He was so many good things, not just this." I weep into my hands, my heart tugged tightly in my chest.

Kelsea and Aries step forward, both wrapping their arms around me on either side.

"You can still miss him and know it's better that he's gone." Kelsea whispers to me and I cry harder.

Because I do miss him.

I will always miss him.

Nothing can excuse the wrongs he did, but that doesn't change the way my heart feels for him. How I ache knowing he was suffering just across the room from me and we never talked about it. I don't want the world to remember him for this, but I know I can't change the past. I can't fix what was already broken.

I have to look forward.

And I can love my family, and still know they were wrong.

Mrs. Statham steps forward and gives me a heart wrenching smile. "Sweet girl," she sniffles. "I am so sorry for what you're going through."

"I'm the one who is sorry." I tell her, my face crumbling into a sob.

"I am always here for you, Missy." She promises, lifting her chin. "Things happen sometimes that we cannot understand but we just have to keep the faith that something good can still come from all of this."

"Nothing-."

"You stop." She chides. "I cannot wait to see what you can become."

I blink through my tears at her.

She should hate me and my family for what they've done, but she still looks at me with love. She is the most compassionate person I've ever encountered in my whole life and I add another thing to my list of prayers.

I pray that I can learn to carry myself with the same grace and fearless love that she has. I pray to be able to find the same strength that she possesses.

"I love you." I whisper to her and she smiles, fat tears brimming her eyes.

"I love you too, honey." She says. "Call me anytime, ok?"

"I will." I promise, and I mean it.

I watch her leave, making her way through the tombstones back to the sidewalk and out of the cemetery.

Davenport and Mayfield say their goodbyes and follow suit.

Gillians steps up to the casket behind me and touches the top gently. He turns to look at me. "I'm sorry I was a dick." He says and I laugh a little. "I'm sorry I didn't know." His eyes are heavy. I know he cared about my brother and all of these new revelations are weighing heavily on him as well.

I know he was just trying to do his job. I know how scary reliving this all was for everyone else here, not just me.

He leaves too until only Aries and Kelsea remain.

"It was so nice of them to come." Kelsea says and just nod my head.

"Yeah." Aries agrees, placing a hand on my shoulder and rubbing it.

Yeah, it was nice of the others to show up. I'd not expected it to be anyone but us after everything Dallas had done, but it felt nice to know I still had people supporting me.

The truth was, though, all I needed was these two.

Aries had snuck out of his hospital room to come to mine so many times that they'd eventually quit fighting him and knew exactly where to find him when it was time for meds or bandage changes.

We'd stay up, neither of us able to sleep. He talked to me about his life. What happened after his father had died. How he'd thrown himself into school and work, keeping himself so busy he didn't have time to think of all of the ways his soul was hurting.

We talked about the good times between us. Each and every small detail of why we fell for each other when we were just kids.

Then we talked about how we fell apart. The walls between us. The betrayals and heartbreaks that eventually led to years apart.

It felt good to fill in all of the gaps. To finally let go of the anger I'd carried. To understand. To find closure.

Kelsea visited every day.

She has been my rock through the interviews and funeral planning and all of the little breakdowns that happened in between. Without her, I don't know if I'd have ever gotten this far. She is a human I know I will forever love and keep in my life. My very first one hundred percent true friend.

When we leave this cemetery today, we go our separate ways for now. Kelsea is going back home to New York. Spending time with my family has definitely made her grateful for the ones she left behind.

I'm proud of her for deciding to go back. She's facing her fears. She says it's thanks to me, but I'm the one who should be thanking her. None of the things I've done would have been possible without her accepting me and all of the crazy I come wrapped in and deciding to be there for me despite it all. Kelsea helped bring me back to life and I don't want to disappoint her or myself ever again.

The three of us stand here in a comfortable silence. We watch the preacher leave and the funeral director come out.

I take a moment to glance between Aires and Kelsea, and I let my heart fill up with the love I have for them.

We turn and watch silently as the casket slowly lowers into the ground in front of us.

With it, all of the darkness this town has carried, will soon be buried beneath the dirt. His name, as well as my own, will live on with infamy and hatred attached.

But I don't care anymore.

People can see what they want.

I refuse to let anyone else lead me down another dark trail in this life.

I've been through too much.

I've seen too much.

I cannot let myself slip away again.

I made a promise to the little girl who wanted nothing more from this life than to find who she was.

With my past finally laying to rest in front of me, I have the rest of my life to find what it is that I've been searching for.

And I know I won't stop until I've found it.