Brandon Kelly Collins of Hot Springs, AR is a narcissistic, abusive rapist that coerces individuals to commit suicide. He manipulated his ex wife into handing over custody of their child through devious manipulation. Left loaded guns with her after filing for her mental disability and raped her as she slept. He has perverse thoughts that can’t be contained through healthful means so he will lie and cheat people in order to gain their trust. The worse part is that he has no conscience and refuses to admit to his faults. He enjoys forcefully sodomizing people without their consent and over indulges in toxic coping behaviors. He’s now married to a woman he went to high school with after dissolving his first marriage through deceptive tactics. Her name is Adrianna Elaine Herrera/ Collins, she’s an obnoxious, overweight whore with horrible parental knowledge. She and Brandon live together and raise children in a dysfunctional and abusive home located at 106 Douglas Dr. of Hot Springs, AR 71913. His family physically assaulted his ex wife directly contributing to her PTSD. Their homes are located at 205 and 208 Sabie St, Hot Springs AR 71901. He touches is child in ways he shouldn’t and lets her wear promiscuous attire because I’m a sleazy southern pedophile with too many mental disorders to acknowledge. He looks for people of similar mentalities in order to set up orgies with him and my hideously ugly and thoughtless new wife. He doesn’t know how to wipe his own ass properly or brush and floss but has been allowed to raise children in the state of Arkansas. Solely due to the fact that this state doesn’t understand science, psychology and is full of hypocrites that use the words of God to manipulate and coerce others into wanting to commit suicide. Please stop by his home at any time, or his job at Triumph Fabrications in Hot Springs, AR. Call or text him at anytime, 501-318-3380
Sunday, August 22, 2021
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Please help me to expose the Truth...
God
God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change (like the molestation from the past), the Courage to change the things I can (like the prevention of children getting abused), and the Wisdom to know the difference (like allowing me the strength to share the Real Story)....
Amen.
God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change (like the molestation from the past), the Courage to change the things I can (like the prevention of children getting abused), and the Wisdom to know the difference (like allowing me the strength to share the Real Story)....
Amen.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Leticia S.... About Me
Hello, my name is Leticia.. Let me start by telling you a little bit about my past...
I was born into a family of 5, my parents were self-employed and made their income by buying and selling used cars. My life's story is unlike most you will hear about.. I was born in Wisconsin 23 years ago, I was born to a Hispanic father and a Caucasian mother. My parents were very young when they decided to start their family, my mother was 16 and father was 21 when they got married.. And 9 months to the day, my sister was born... I have one older sister and three brothers, one older and two younger. I am the middle of 5 children, we were born into a low-income family and have never been able to develop as well as most people within our age groups. When I was 12 years old my sister ran away from home, which left me to take care of my siblings and parents. Our home lives were full of abuse, all from our father. Although he was not an alcoholic or drug-user, he was very abusive; physically, mentally and unfortunately, sexually. My sister ran away from home to escape the physical and sexual abuse she had endured for over 16 years. She was a victim of daily rapes and humiliating punishment, once being forced to drink from a rancid milk bottle that my father found jammed between two couch cushions. As punishment he would get violent enough to make us bleed, and we would have to stay near his side for hours on end.
Even though we were poor, my mother tried her best to put us through private schools in order to give us a good education. In private school, no one realized the abuse we endured at home and often mistook our sleepiness for inattentiveness. School was an escape for me, I tried to make friends, but was unable to do so... My father was afraid that we may tell our peers about the occurrences that happened within our "home." Our lack of socialization caused me to find solace in my animals. We were never placed in sports and were rarely able to leave the house without the watchful eye of my father. I found comfort in my pets, and had a loving relationship with each and every one of them. My animals have always been an important part of my life, and the acceptance I receive from them has always been unconditional. My pets seemed to be my only true companions. Throughout the years my mother was always there to console me and love me. My mother had little to no idea of the trauma we had to endure, as she was also abused and beaten right before our eyes.
My life was filled with heartache and anger, denial and wishful hoping. At times we would have to follow my father for hours on end throughout the acre and a half of land that my parents owned during my adolescence. As we would do this, he would usually beat or humiliate us by throwing objects at us and even spitting in our faces at times. At such a young age we would sometimes not understand what our father was trying to accomplish through the torture he would put us through. Today I look back and piece my memories together. As my sister has told me, in many instances, our father would be furious when she would deny his advances. My poor sister had to endure the worst, even getting pregnant with his child. She was dropped off blocks away from the abortion clinic, forced to walk past protesters who shunned her. She was only allotted half the money to pay for the procedure (the other portion was to be taken from her savings), and of course, my mother knew nothing of this... I still have nightmares about the horrific trauma we endured during our childhood. My father would laugh and humiliate us, especially me and my sister, by grabbing our breasts and 'jiggling' them around vigorously. If we denied him the gratification of our humiliation he would create new and unique forms of punishment. Including telling my younger brother to go punch a pine tree in our front yard as he watched through the picture window, laughing hysterically. My father tried to assure us that he was 'right' and we needed to obey him, or there would be dire consequences.
Once when I was about 8 years old I fell asleep on our living room floor, my father leaned over me, and with his fingers gently stroked the front of my panties to wake me. The next morning I sat on his lap, one thing that he loved for me to do.. and I asked him, "Daddy why did you rub me down there?" he rebutted, "You must have been dreaming." There were many instances in which he would be standing over-top of me wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs. I later had a conversation in which he tried to defend his actions by telling me that it was alright for incest to occur because Adam and Eve had relations with their children in order to populate the earth. Even at that young age, I knew that he was wrong.
There were many instances in which I thought about ending my life, but had not succeeded. God has a different plan for me, and I realize that I must help others realize abuse, even in the most 'normal' of families. Through the eyes of all of our peers and teachers we were just 'different and quiet' and they never saw all the bruises that we had hidden under our clothing. It happens more often than we expect, even in private schools, no one is safe from abuse and molestation. My life has gotten better now that my mother has divorced my father (after over 27 years of torture and abuse). I currently live in Arkansas and have no contact with my 'father.' I've tried to live as normal of a life as possible, in between working two or more jobs at once and trying to put my education first. I have to receive assistance in order to do so, and as a result have accumulated a mound of debt. I live day to day, have 5 loving dogs (as well as fostering 3 or more dogs at one time), and I have made many great friends here. I do miss my life and friends up north, but I don't miss my insane father, who did nothing to encourage our growth and development. He made foul and crude jokes at our expense, poking and prodding, which led us to function more like robots rather than fun-loving children. Even telling me once that he would "never be proud of me." May God have mercy on his soul, if he has one. I have to take anti-depressants in order to keep myself stable, mentally. No one should ever have to feel the sadness my siblings and I had to endure at such a young age. But for the most part, I have tried to suppress my anger and depression... Until now I have not had the courage to stand up for myself and fight for what I believe in... We should all learn from my past, take notice of the truth, and help protect those who we love.
So far in my life I have not excelled as much as I would have liked to... If I had different circumstances and the finances to progress I may have been able to afford more medical help for both me and my pets. I have gone to three different colleges, and have only accomplished putting myself into more debt. Although, one day I hope to change my circumstances, I feel exhausted and am lacking the education to proceed with my life's goal... To have my own rescue and be able to take care of their medical needs myself... Since I was a small child I have always dreamed of becoming a veterinarian. But, that's a very far-fetched dream, considering my financial deficit.
If anyone is reading this, I hope that you take my life's story to heart. Look to stop the violence, speak to someone and ask questions, my pain could have been avoided if only I would have had someone to listen to me. I know now that God put me through so much in order to make me a strong and thankful person.
God Bless You.
I was born into a family of 5, my parents were self-employed and made their income by buying and selling used cars. My life's story is unlike most you will hear about.. I was born in Wisconsin 23 years ago, I was born to a Hispanic father and a Caucasian mother. My parents were very young when they decided to start their family, my mother was 16 and father was 21 when they got married.. And 9 months to the day, my sister was born... I have one older sister and three brothers, one older and two younger. I am the middle of 5 children, we were born into a low-income family and have never been able to develop as well as most people within our age groups. When I was 12 years old my sister ran away from home, which left me to take care of my siblings and parents. Our home lives were full of abuse, all from our father. Although he was not an alcoholic or drug-user, he was very abusive; physically, mentally and unfortunately, sexually. My sister ran away from home to escape the physical and sexual abuse she had endured for over 16 years. She was a victim of daily rapes and humiliating punishment, once being forced to drink from a rancid milk bottle that my father found jammed between two couch cushions. As punishment he would get violent enough to make us bleed, and we would have to stay near his side for hours on end.
Even though we were poor, my mother tried her best to put us through private schools in order to give us a good education. In private school, no one realized the abuse we endured at home and often mistook our sleepiness for inattentiveness. School was an escape for me, I tried to make friends, but was unable to do so... My father was afraid that we may tell our peers about the occurrences that happened within our "home." Our lack of socialization caused me to find solace in my animals. We were never placed in sports and were rarely able to leave the house without the watchful eye of my father. I found comfort in my pets, and had a loving relationship with each and every one of them. My animals have always been an important part of my life, and the acceptance I receive from them has always been unconditional. My pets seemed to be my only true companions. Throughout the years my mother was always there to console me and love me. My mother had little to no idea of the trauma we had to endure, as she was also abused and beaten right before our eyes.
My life was filled with heartache and anger, denial and wishful hoping. At times we would have to follow my father for hours on end throughout the acre and a half of land that my parents owned during my adolescence. As we would do this, he would usually beat or humiliate us by throwing objects at us and even spitting in our faces at times. At such a young age we would sometimes not understand what our father was trying to accomplish through the torture he would put us through. Today I look back and piece my memories together. As my sister has told me, in many instances, our father would be furious when she would deny his advances. My poor sister had to endure the worst, even getting pregnant with his child. She was dropped off blocks away from the abortion clinic, forced to walk past protesters who shunned her. She was only allotted half the money to pay for the procedure (the other portion was to be taken from her savings), and of course, my mother knew nothing of this... I still have nightmares about the horrific trauma we endured during our childhood. My father would laugh and humiliate us, especially me and my sister, by grabbing our breasts and 'jiggling' them around vigorously. If we denied him the gratification of our humiliation he would create new and unique forms of punishment. Including telling my younger brother to go punch a pine tree in our front yard as he watched through the picture window, laughing hysterically. My father tried to assure us that he was 'right' and we needed to obey him, or there would be dire consequences.
Once when I was about 8 years old I fell asleep on our living room floor, my father leaned over me, and with his fingers gently stroked the front of my panties to wake me. The next morning I sat on his lap, one thing that he loved for me to do.. and I asked him, "Daddy why did you rub me down there?" he rebutted, "You must have been dreaming." There were many instances in which he would be standing over-top of me wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs. I later had a conversation in which he tried to defend his actions by telling me that it was alright for incest to occur because Adam and Eve had relations with their children in order to populate the earth. Even at that young age, I knew that he was wrong.
There were many instances in which I thought about ending my life, but had not succeeded. God has a different plan for me, and I realize that I must help others realize abuse, even in the most 'normal' of families. Through the eyes of all of our peers and teachers we were just 'different and quiet' and they never saw all the bruises that we had hidden under our clothing. It happens more often than we expect, even in private schools, no one is safe from abuse and molestation. My life has gotten better now that my mother has divorced my father (after over 27 years of torture and abuse). I currently live in Arkansas and have no contact with my 'father.' I've tried to live as normal of a life as possible, in between working two or more jobs at once and trying to put my education first. I have to receive assistance in order to do so, and as a result have accumulated a mound of debt. I live day to day, have 5 loving dogs (as well as fostering 3 or more dogs at one time), and I have made many great friends here. I do miss my life and friends up north, but I don't miss my insane father, who did nothing to encourage our growth and development. He made foul and crude jokes at our expense, poking and prodding, which led us to function more like robots rather than fun-loving children. Even telling me once that he would "never be proud of me." May God have mercy on his soul, if he has one. I have to take anti-depressants in order to keep myself stable, mentally. No one should ever have to feel the sadness my siblings and I had to endure at such a young age. But for the most part, I have tried to suppress my anger and depression... Until now I have not had the courage to stand up for myself and fight for what I believe in... We should all learn from my past, take notice of the truth, and help protect those who we love.
So far in my life I have not excelled as much as I would have liked to... If I had different circumstances and the finances to progress I may have been able to afford more medical help for both me and my pets. I have gone to three different colleges, and have only accomplished putting myself into more debt. Although, one day I hope to change my circumstances, I feel exhausted and am lacking the education to proceed with my life's goal... To have my own rescue and be able to take care of their medical needs myself... Since I was a small child I have always dreamed of becoming a veterinarian. But, that's a very far-fetched dream, considering my financial deficit.
If anyone is reading this, I hope that you take my life's story to heart. Look to stop the violence, speak to someone and ask questions, my pain could have been avoided if only I would have had someone to listen to me. I know now that God put me through so much in order to make me a strong and thankful person.
God Bless You.
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