Govan Brandon Mills

My Story

by Brandon Mills

Hello, my name is Govan Brandon Mills. I go by Brandon, and I am currently serving a 25 year sentence for aggravated battery and aggravated kidnapping. Now I am only guilty of one of the two charges. I’ll let you be the judge of which one but first let me tell you the true story about myself and how I end up here in prison with 25 years.

Growing up I always felt like an outcast, even with my own family and that lead me to acting out to get attention of any kind. That lead me to committing crimes and eventually doing prison time in 3 different states.

But in 2019 I discharged a sentence in Mississippi so I was completely free. So I come back to Kansas, got a job with a big farmer and for eight months I did the best I’ve ever done in my life. I felt important, needed, and it was all positive. I had my own house, trucks, motorcycle and other things that I’ve always wanted. But I still felt alone. I had all this positive things happening in my life and no one to share it with.

I had a friend named Holly who lived in Arkansas who called me up one night after work and she told me that she was happy that I was doing so well in just a short amount of time. I asked how she was doing, she told me that she was not doing so great, she just got out of an abusive relationship and was back at her parent’s house living in there garage. So I offered her a great deal. She could come to Kansas and stay at my house. No rent, have her own room, and I would take care of any and all cost while she was here. The only deal was she had to look for a job then she had to pay for her own things. Still no rent, no bills of any kind dealing with the house, just food.

She had no way to get to Kansas so I showered, ate, and hit the road. Round trip was 22 hours that I drove non-stop accept for bathroom breaks, food, and fuel. I left on Saturday, returned Sunday evening just to eat, shower, and go to bed so i could get up by 4 am and at work by 5:00 am.

Little did I know she liked to argue.

That Wednesday everything went south. I was laying under a semi swapping out the right front leaf spring and the arguing started. Now before I go any further, I’m not innocent by any means. I’ve worked so hard to accomplish what I have to get what I got and would protect it at all cost. So we got very verbal and I told her that this crap will not be allowed at work. Holly ran off and hid for a while and when she came back I was so pissed I started drinking liquor mix in my Dr. Pepper. So by the time she got back I was enraged and buzzing. Holly got in the truck and wouldn’t shut up, I was doing my best not to engage in her BS until she stated I was just like her ex. I locked the brakes up and skid off the road. She took my last spiked Dr. Pepper and smashed it against my dash where it exploded. That’s when I did the same,I kicked, pushed, and pulled her out of my truck, and left her on the side of the highway. Later that day after work when I returned home, Holly was sitting on my back porch. We talked and apologized for our actions and moved on.

Now even though we moved on I still felt wrong in so many ways. I wanted to make it up to Holly so that Saturday (one week from her arrival) I asked her after work if she wanted to get something to drink. Holly stated yes she just wanted to chill and relax. I bought a 5th of peach crown then we went home. I took a shower and she heated up leftovers. I got out and Holly ran bath water so she could soak. I ate a plate of food then went to my room to load a bowl in my weed pipe. I asked Holly if she wanted to smoke some weed while she soaked. She stated yes. Once the bowl was cashed, I went to reload it. Holly hollered to bring the bottle of Crown when I return. So I reloaded the bowl and open the box and took the crown bag off then open the bottle and took a sip. That sip lead to a big gulp and by the time I return to the bathroom the bottle was just a little over half full. This pissed Holly off. So I took two more big gulps and grabbed the weed pipe from Holly while giving her the bottle then I left to go to my room. I grabbed my cigarettes and went to the back porch to smoke. A few minutes later Holly came out and lit a cigarette and started arguing/yelling at me. I ignored her and went inside where she kept on and on. By this time I’m feeling the Peach Crown but I was getting angry so I got dressed grabbed my bag and left in my truck. I was buzzed enough that I was afraid I would get in an an accident so I pulled off the road. Holly tried to call but I didn’t answer.I sent a text stating “Don’t start no shit please.” Then I drove 20 mph home. When I got to the house all the lights were on and Holly was nowhere to be found so I turned most of the lights off, went to my room, locked my door and undressed and climbed in bed. By this time I was full fledged drunk, I was tired and just wanted to go to sleep. Thankfully after 2 hours of listening to Holly nag, bitch, moan and groan I passed out.

What felt like just seconds after passing out my bedroom door came crashing open, and there stood Holly cussing and yelling at me about how I was going to listen to what she had to say or I would pay for it otherwise. I just rolled back over facing away from her in an attempt to pass back out.

That’s when Holly yelled ”No the hell you don’t, you’re not going to ignore me anymore, you’re going to listen to my every word or you will pay dearly if not” Holly then climbed on my bed and started hitting me in my head a few times. That’s when I lost it. I wouldn’t say I blacked out but I wasn’t completely there either. So I came up off my pillow and punched Holly in the nose and broke it. Blood went everywhere. The only way to explain this is I was floating above my physical self, watching myself beat Holly up. I just couldn’t stop myself until she pooped on my floor. I admitted that I assaulted Holly but never did I kidnap her. I just got screwed because I have a criminal history, none of which are violent charges. Kansas is a female state and they allowed Holly to commit multiple felony charges against me during and after I was placed in jail. If you would like to know more just ask. I am an open book and I won’t lie to make myself look better.

I don’t feel good about what happened and wished I would’ve never went to get Holly. If I had just kept to myself I’d still be out working the farm. I miss it so much, I’m 42 years old so I’ll be an old man once released and that eats at me because I haven’t had much of a positive life.

Thanks for listening to my story.