10/04/2026
Let’s talk real!
2,751 days ago, on a Saturday exactly like this Saturday, this red door became the death chamber.
2,751 days ago, this red door became the blood door.
2,751 days ago, the sound of that red door being kicked in and bouncing off that wall, still haunts me today. I am here to tell you that is a sound you do not forget and especially when it is quiet.
Behind that door, was an ex*****on on Saturday, March 23, 2019. It was an ex*****on that should’ve never happened. Lay dead in the closet for almost 10 hours was my daughter, Chloe Randolph. People knew she was dead in the closet and said nothing. 
I can give you all the statistics in the world.
I can teach you about red flags.
I can teach you about boundaries.
What I need to teach you that is real is about an ex*****on behind a red door that should’ve never happened.
Say her name.
Say her name.
She had a voice and she mattered
Her name is Chloe Randolph.
You can’t change him.
You can’t love him more.
You can’t buy him.
You can’t keep your mouth shut.
Chloe was independent, strong, stand your ground, and stood down for no one. He killed her because he couldn’t control her. She didn’t need him. He needed her!
You want real talk.
I will give you real talk.
He hit her in the back of the head with a claw of hammer four times cracked her skull.
He hit her so hard she fell and knocked out her canine teeth.
He waited until she turned to go get her son. It will never be his son.
He flipped her over and hit her with a ball of a hammer across her forehead. We know of at least 11 times she was hit.
They have assured me countless times she was out and never knew. I hope she never did.
They’ve also assured me that she would’ve lived, but to what capacity, if that is all he had done.
That is not all he did.
He cut her throat from ear to ear with a knife out of a butcher block in the damn kitchen. He didn’t lack very much cutting her head off.
I want you to think about that a moment. That is hate. That is rage. That is not, I did didn’t mean to do it, but was an accident. No, he meant to do it. No, he does not feel guilty. He gets no sympathy from me.
He moved her car up the street. He leaves it running. He takes her debit card because you know she has to pay for everything like she always did. He leaves her purse. He leaves her phone in the car. He leaves it running. I’m surprised someone didn’t steal it.
She is bleeding out and dying on the rug, and no one did nothing. By his own admission, he kept checking her pulse and her breath to see if she died.
He then threw her in a utility closet with both weapons underneath her and took a shower.
He fled with her son and his friend to Owensboro so they could go eat boneless wings at a local restaurant.   He was joy riding all day long on Chloe’s debit card just like a free spirit and ended up in West Memphis, Arkansas. He never thought he’d get caught.
So today, we are having our annual poker run with HER BABY leading that run. He is where he should be today, honoring his mother that he will never have the privilege to do anything with her in person. He will live vicariously through all of us, especially her brothers of who she was, and how she fought to protect him.
This is the reality of domestic violence. This is the reality of the family left behind from someone murdered in a domestic violence situation. Time does not heal all wounds. Time allows us to deal with the wounds the best way that we can.

October is domestic violence awareness month. It is a month that we blow it up to advocate, educate, and empower. I know some individuals it is still hard for them to understand that if they don’t see a bruise or wounds that it doesn’t exist. I am here to tell you that is far from the truth.
Chloe was strong and independent. She took nothing from no one. However, she is a victim of domestic violence.
Domestic violence affects all race, religion, culture, creed, and everything in between and no one is immune from domestic violence.
I am Kristie Randolph. I am the founder and director of The Chloe Randolph Organization, Inc. I am community and courtroom domestic violence advocate. However, most importantly, and above all else, I’m Chloe’ s mother.
Forever in our hearts.
🦋💜🦋
