Britt's Mom has allowed me to post this
It was recommended to me by some of the great people I came in contact with at Gretawire.com that I start a blog.
My daughter, Brittany Danielle McGlone, 19, was tortured, raped and murdered in Winnsboro, Wood County, Texas, May 4, 2007. She was my only daughter; a daughter any mother would be proud of. She graduated high school in 2006, and was working two jobs and helping care for her blind, disabled grandmother and two younger brothers at the time of her death. She had just fallen in love for the first time. We did not approve of her choice; in fact, I felt a sense of foreboding as I got to know the young man. He and Brittany were as different as night and day; she hated cigarette smoking and drug use; he smoked and had a history of drug abuse. Brittany was very particular about her appearance, although she was a tomboy, she was always impeccably groomed, neat and fresh. He was sloppy, scruffy and just downright messy. I think her falling in love was a shock to us; Brittany really led all of us around by the nose and we were just not used to sharing her. Beyond the differences, it was just not like Brittany to be crazy about a boy. They met when she was nearly 19, she had never been one to date. She had gone to her senior prom with one young man and another one had fallen in love with her, but she was never serious about him or pursuing a relationship with him.
Brittany's first love broke up with her one month prior to her murder. She was inconsolable! Even though my heart was breaking for her, I was secretly relieved. Everyone who cared for Brittany knew this was not the right choice for her. Brittany's heart was in it, though; she continued to have communication with the young man until they were soon seeing each other again.
She was in the home of this boyfriend when she was murdered sometime between 8:30 am and 3:30 pm May 4, 2007. He shared the home with his mother, step-father, half sister and half brother. They left Brittany alone in the home while the siblings went to school and the parents and boyfriend traveled to DFW to retrieve a grandparent. I thought nothing of her not coming home that morning, Brittany had told me the evening before that she may go straight to the boyfriend's home when she got off work early the next morning. The boyfriend called me from his cell phone at 2:20pm Friday, May 4, 2007 and asked if Brittany was home. I understood her to be with him, and figured she may be on her way home from his house. When she had not arrived 50 minutes later, I called her cell phone which she did not answer. I called the boyfriend back, already panicked and asked him if he had found Brittany. He replied yes, she is there sleeping. I excitedly told him she was not answering her cell phone and that this was just not like her at all. He said he knew, but she is sleeping hard. I asked him to tell her I love her and call me when she wakes up. He said ok. What I did not know was at the moment he was hanging up the phone with me, he was walking into his room, finding Brittany dead in bed of massive head trauma.
The boyfriend did not call me back to tell me the truth; that Brittany was not sleeping, she had been tortured, raped and murdered. Two Wood County Sheriff's deputies came to our house a few hours later and asked for Brenda or Debbie. My name is Patricia and there is no one in our home with either of those names, so when I heard who they asked for, I left my mom and youngest son talking to the police. After they left, my mom said the deputies had mentioned the last name "McGlone," Brittany's last name. I had a feeling of sheer panic. My middle son and I were on our way to the boyfriends house to find out what was going on, in fact, he was already in the car. I decided to call Wood County Sheriff's department back before we left. The sheriff himself got on the phone, told me to stay put and he was sending the deputies back over. When they arrived, they asked to speak to me in private. We had just sat at the dining room table when one of them informed me "Your daughter is deceased." The next few hours are a blur, but I do know they refused to tell me the manner of death. They told me she was already at the funeral home. When I called the funeral home, I was informed that her body was on its way to Dallas for autopsy. The funeral home employee was the first person to tell me Brittany had been brutally murdered.