Transcript

[light chime]

I should have ran out the door, but I was just panicked.

So I ran down the hall to the bedroom.

Well, then, that's where he choked me until I passed out

and then I woke up with no clothes on

and I had peed on the sheets.

And he told me that if I said one word

or even breathed wrong, he would kill me.

Chris, that's my brother, he got there so quick,

I didn't even know he was even in there.

But when your brother came in the house,

he was carrying his gun?

Yes.

And I heard...

I heard, You tried to kill my sister?

You raped my sister?

Todd had him in a headlock and I grabbed the gun

and I was like, Stop, stop, you know.

Let him go, let him go, you know?

And he wouldn't and I said, Chris, move!

And Chris couldn't move because Todd had him in, you know,

beating him in the head.

And so when I got a clean shot, I shot him.

I mean, I wasn't trying to kill him.

I wasn't trying to murder anybody.

He had just tried to kill me.

And if he would've gotten my brother to the ground

and came at me, what were we going to if he got the gun?

We would have both been dead.

You know what I mean, like, I was just scared.

[papers rustling]

[Brittany sobbing]

[Brittany Voiceover] I did what I thought I had to do.

What I did I had to do, no doubt in my mind.

'Cause if I wouldn't have,

my brother and I would both be dead right now.

[Ramona] The defendant is currently

being charged with murder.

The defendant is in need of investigative notes,

charge, reports, tape recordings,

and any and all documentation.

My whole case falls under the Stand Your Ground.

The man was in my home.

He did rape me.

He tried to kill me.

He tried to kill my brother.

But women are not getting this Stand Your Ground.

Men are getting the Stand Your Ground

and they're winning it everyday.

They put me in jail.

They took me cold-turkey off my medications,

off my anxiety medicine, off of everything.

[train horn sounds in distance]

She suffers from PTSD, anxiety.

If we go in Foodland, she's terrified.

We can't go in a restaurant to eat.

We have to go through the drive-through.

I lost everything.

[car signal ticking]

[Ramona] You'll get every bit of it back, baby.

[vehicle rumbling]

[crickets chirping]

It's all going to be okay, baby.

Don't cry.

[Brittany sighs]

What?

I'm just going to be stashed away again.

[Brittany sobbing]

It's going to be okay.

It's going to be okay.

[leaves rustling]

I miss my daughter, the way that she was, you know.

She was happy, she was carefree.

She didn't...

She wasn't scared.

That's my boys.

That's the day before I got sent away,

this last time.

My children have heard that I was in jail,

that I murdered someone.

There's all of them.

When I only get to the see them

two hours every other weekend,

how am I supposed to deal with that?

[Son] Hi mom! Hi babe!

[Son] Love you. I love you.

Did you have a fun time in the fort?

[Son] I did.

Hi mom!

Hey babe, what is it?

[Son speaking indistinctly]

What is it?

[Son speaking indistinctly]

Well, what was wrong with you?

[Son] I've got a head cold.

Well, that's usual for the time of the year.

I hope you feel better, baby.

We used to be build forts when you were all little

in our old house with me and you and Me Me and Maw Maw

and uncle...

and Sander.

We used to build forts in the living room like that.

They want me to take 25 years in prison.

[bike revving]

I'm not gonna take that plea.

I should not have to take that plea.

That's not fair, I want my day in court to share my story.

I'm hoping that this goes through

because it shouldn't just be a law for men.

I've lost time with my family.

They've lost time with me.

And nobody can give me a good reason why.

[birds chirping]

[Man] How you doin'? I'm all right.

I needn't, anyway.

I want my day in court for other people around here

that have been brushed under the rug,

that have been raped and beaten and never got justice.

[Ramona] I'm ashamed of my county.

This has been a home for me

ever since I was a little bitty girl.

This is not home anymore, not for any of us.

[ominous music]