This is 13-year-old Paris Bennett.

He’s refusing to perform CPR

on his four-year-old sister, Ella.

The 9-1-1 operator pleads with him

to try to save his sister’s life.

But the real reason the older brother is not cooperating

is because he’s hiding the most disturbing secret.

Five hours before the 13-year-old called 9-1-1,

Ella was living a peaceful, happy life

with her older brother

and their single mother, Charity Bennett.

The two siblings were each other’s best friends.

The big brother was always looking out

for his little sister,

often watching her while she slept

and protecting her with all of his love.

Uh-uh.

The little girl looked up to her big brother

and trusted him with all her heart.

But on the night of February 4th, 2007,

everything changed.

That evening, the children’s babysitter left early

while their mother was still at work,

leaving the 4-year-old and the 13-year-old home alone.

And at 11:42 PM,

9-1-1 received the most disturbing call

from the big brother.

As police and medical personnel rush to the scene,

the 9-1-1 operator was able to convince

the older brother to perform CPR on his sister.

But the problem is,

Paris is lying to the operator.

He’s only pretending to give his little sister CPR.

Five,

six,

seven,

eight,

nine,

ten.

The year is 1999.

In the quiet town of Abilene, Texas,

Charity Lee Bennett is raising her son,

six-year-old Paris Bennett.

From an early age,

Paris shows signs of being gifted and highly intelligent,

with an IQ of 141.

He excels in school

and is adored by his teachers and classmates.

To Charity, he is the perfect child,

and they are the perfect family.

But life hasn’t always been easy.

Before Paris was even born in 1993,

his father suffered a severe psychological breakdown,

leaving a young,

pregnant Charity to raise a child on her own.

Left without a partner by her side

and with little support from her own mother, Kyla,

Charity stood alone.

But instead of breaking,

she found courage.

She poured everything she had into raising her baby boy,

determined to give him the love

and stability she never had.

In spite of their challenges,

things were looking up.

Charity and Paris developed a strong,

beautiful bond as a family of two.

Four years go by,

and now an unexpected new chapter is about to begin.

The family is about to grow,

and this time with a new baby sister for Paris.

April 12th 2002,

Ella Bennett is born.

I remember putting Ella in his arms.

And he was looking down at her.

And I’m, like,

waiting to see what the reaction was going to be.

And he had this huge smile on his face.

And he said to me, he goes,

“Oh, Mama, she’s beautiful!”

As her kids grow older,

Charity can’t help but notice the stark differences

between her two children.

Ella is lively, spunky, social.

The kind of child who can light up an entire room.

Paris, on the other hand,

is more quiet and introverted.

He often keeps to himself

and enjoys his time alone,

with reading and drawing as his hobbies.

But beneath his calm and independent nature,

Paris beautifully embraces his role as an older brother.

He loves his little sister with his whole heart,

and the two become inseparable.

Ella absolutely adored Paris.

Anything Paris did, Ella had to do.

Paris would pick her clothes out every day.

He was her fashion consultant, she said.

This is Paris Bennett reporting live.

This is Ella’s ball pit,

reporting live in Ella’s ball pit.

Suspect of the dirty diapers,

creating a dirty diaper,

Ella.

Charity, now being a single mom of two kids,

has even more on her plate.

She works two jobs waiting tables

just to make ends meet.

The pressure is high,

but her one goal is to do everything she can

to give Paris and Ella the best life they deserve.

Even with her busy work schedule,

she dedicates all of her free time to her kids.

Life is good for the small family,

but things take a disturbing turn on February 4th, 2007.

It’s Super Bowl Sunday,

an exciting and extremely busy night for sports fans.

Charity, who works at a local sports bar,

is scheduled to work a double shift

to keep up with a large number of customers,

so she hires a babysitter

to look after the now 13-year-old Paris

and 4-year-old Ella.

The bar is completely packed,

and Charity works hard throughout the evening

with just a few hours left until she can clock out

and go back home to her kids.

But, suddenly,

cops walk into the bar

and start asking the staff about Charity.

Around midnight,

the cops were at the front door.

They went to the manager’s office.

They called my name.

They told me that my daughter had been hurt.

And I was like,

“You need to take me to Ella now.”

Charity is in a state of shock.

They quickly leave the bar,

and police escort her home.

Her mind is racing.

She attempts to stay calm,

still not knowing what happened to her children,

and specifically Ella.

Charity tries her best to not imagine the worst,

but the cop’s serious looks

combined with their unsettling quietness

sends a chill down her spine.

As they finally arrive,

Charity sees her house is blocked off with caution tape

and surrounded by dozens of people.

Police everywhere.

News trucks, neighbors.

The entire street was lit up.

At that moment,

Charity knows something terrible has happened.

Unable to be left in the dark for any longer,

she pleads with the cops,

begging them to just tell her

what they seem so afraid to reveal.

And that’s when her entire world flips upside down.

Ella is dead.

Charity is at a complete loss

as she watches Ella’s body

being carried out of their family home.

The sight is too much to bear.

She was

in a body bag.

It was zipped up to her chin.

She had blood

coming out of her mouth.

I started screaming

that I was sorry that I wasn’t there.

They took her away.

And then I just remember

just collapsing.

After seeing Ella’s lifeless body,

she finally musters up the courage

to turn to the detectives and ask,

“Where’s my son?

What happened to Paris?”

They tell her Paris is already at the police station,

waiting for her.

She lets out a sigh of relief

hearing that Paris is alive and well.

But as she gets into the police car

to go and reunite with her son,

something feels off.

There’s a coldness in the air.

Anxiously waiting to arrive,

Charity’s mind is racing with questions.

And what’s even more disturbing is that deep down,

something about this moment

feels oddly familiar to Charity.

An unnerving feeling history is repeating itself.

And that’s because 30 years ago,

when Charity was only a child,

her family was torn apart by murder.

Cobb County, Georgia, 1980.

Charity was just six years old

when her father and mother, James and Kyla,

ran a booming trucking empire.

They dealt with national shipping and cargo,

an industry bringing in billions per year.

But behind their seemingly perfect life and success,

their marriage was deteriorating.

After years of chaos,

their volatile relationship ended in divorce,

leaving their only child, Charity,

caught in the middle of their battles.

However, Charity’s parents surprisingly reconnected

on March 9th, 1980,

and decided to fly to Las Vegas,

remarrying in a whirlwind ceremony.

For a second,

Charity hoped their life would find stability once again.

But on March 11th, 1980,

less than three days after they exchanged their vows,

her father, James,

was found dead in their family home.

When authorities arrived on the scene,

they noted three gunshot wounds to his head,

heart,

and back.

James’s murder was clearly a targeted attack,

and suspicions immediately fell on the newlywed,

Charity’s own mother, Kyla.

Speculation grew

when Kyla’s name was put back in James’s will

after their sudden remarriage,

because this meant that if anything happened to him,

Kyla would inherit control of the entire company

along with his fortune.

Investigators also considered

whether his murder was maybe a professional hit

tied to organized crime.

And from there,

the whispers grew louder.

Rumors swirl that Kyla had allegedly paid $50,000

to have him executed.

Detectives were quick to question her

about the murder contract,

and Kyla admitted she had asked about it

but claimed it was only out of curiosity.

Without any other leads,

Kyla quickly became their main suspect,

and prosecution spent the next four months

building a case against her

before finally taking her to trial.

For 11 days,

jurors listened to all the allegations and the evidence,

or lack thereof,

and the verdict came back as not guilty.

Kyla walked out of court a free woman.

In the eyes of many,

she had beaten the odds.

The killer was never officially found

and the weapon never recovered.

Kyla returned to her life of luxury.

Now in complete control of their business empire,

she began raising Charity on her own.

After her mother’s acquittal,

Charity grew up haunted by the loss of her father.

Everyone around her believed

that her own mother was her father’s killer.

And as much as everyone tried to shield Charity

from that possibility,

it followed her.

Her classmates would taunt her over and over again.

Kids would come up and say,

“Oh, I hear your mommy killed your daddy.”

It was a constant presence in my life.

Meanwhile, at home,

Charity felt neglected by her mother.

With her father’s absence,

her mother, Kyla,

fell into a lavish and reckless lifestyle,

drinking and doing drugs,

all while running the family business,

leaving no time for little Charity.

Kyla continues insisting

that she did not murder her husband,

Charity’s father,

and that she had been framed,

but it didn’t matter what the truth was,

because the relationship

between mother and daughter remained strained.

As the years went by.

Charity focused on her education,

eventually graduating from high school with honors.

But in spite of her achievements,

the love she craved from her mother was still missing.

Beneath her calm exterior,

she was hiding a secret.

The pressure, the loss of her father,

and the years of loneliness finally caught up to her,

and she desperately looked for a way

to silence the noise around her.

For the next four years,

Charity would struggle with an addiction to drugs.

But at age 18,

she decided to start fighting back and got clean.

With a new lease on life,

Charity got back on her feet

and obtained a university degree

in family development psychology.

Her quest for purpose grew even stronger

when she found out she was pregnant with a baby boy.

Then and there,

a new chapter had begun.

Paris was born.

And later, her baby girl, Ella,

Even though motherhood gave Charity a second chance,

she was never able to fully move on

and heal from the trauma

she went through as a young girl.

The relationship between Charity and her own mom, Kyla,

remained complicated.

And the pain caused by her father’s death

echoed throughout the years.

Now the same pain is back and stronger than ever

decades later on the night of February 4th, 2007,

as she kisses Ella’s forehead for the last time

before the little girl gets taken away in a body bag.

Hours after Ella’s body is taken away for examination,

Charity sits in the back of the cop car

and waits anxiously as they pull up to the police station.

The tension is palpable,

and she doesn’t know what to expect.

Once they arrive,

she’s led into an interrogation room.

And now, the first time since Ella’s death,

she sees her son, Paris,

standing at the far end of the room.

And when I saw him,

the only thing I felt was

so happy to see

my child,

’cause he was the only one left.

I started hugging him

and just crying.

Cried forever.

And then I realized at some point

that he wasn’t hugging me back,

and that’s when everything stopped making sense.

Paris’s coldness toward his own mother

and his sister’s death

feels deeply unnerving to Charity.

Something is not right at all.

As detectives take over and begin investigating,

they have no idea how disturbing the crime

and Paris really are.

That night, at around 10:30 PM,

about two hours before the 9-1-1 call,

the children were at home

when Paris suddenly pulled the babysitter aside

and convinced her to go home early,

claiming that their mom was coming home sooner

than what was planned

and that at 13 years old,

he was responsible enough to take care of Ella

until she arrived.

Both of these things were untrue.

A few minutes later,

the two children were left alone in the house.

Things quickly escalated.

Seemingly frantic and in between tears,

Paris appeared helpless to the operator

on the other end of the line.

She urged the teen boy to perform CPR,

a suggestion he initially resisted,

insisting it was too late.

The operator is forced to plead with him,

as she believed time was running out for the little girl.

But unbeknownst to her,

it was already too late.

The operator continued

to guide him through the procedure

while waiting for the officers to arrive.

But once they did,

they found Ella lying face down,

meaning there were no signs

that anyone performed CPR on her.

The entire time Paris had been on the phone,

he had only been pretending.

He never actually tried to save his sister’s life.

I went to see him that night.

I was like,

“I don’t believe you anymore.

I think you killed your sister on purpose.”

All of a sudden,

he became a completely different person.

It’s like he no longer had to keep up this act anymore.

He looked at me, and he said,

“Y’all are so f***ing stupid.”

He laughed at me.

Growing up,

Paris always seemed like a gifted, quiet boy

and good-mannered child,

caring and looking out for his sister.

But now, Charity looks back in horror

and wonders if there was more

than met the eye with Paris.

Hints of strange behavior

or clues that he could’ve been capable

of something like this.

Hey!

Bam!

Uh-uh.

Paris, what is your problem?

People that have had siblings,

they tussle, they wrestle.

Sometimes you have to pull ’em apart.

95% of the time,

they got along well.

But despite any issue she had with Paris,

she never thought he could ever harm his little sister.

February 10th, 2007.

Ella’s funeral is being held at a local church.

Family, friends,

and members of the community gather to say goodbye

to remember a beautiful little girl gone far too soon.

Ella wanted to be a singer.

I don’t really know what to say

at a time like this because…

Ella, she was a pistol.

And she always said what was ever on her mind.

She just,

she brought life into everybody.

The small town of Abilene, Texas,

is in complete shock.

Four-year-old Ella Bennett’s horrific murder

made no sense.

Charity doesn’t know what to do.

Not only did she lose her daughter,

but her son is the one incarcerated for the murder.

While struggling with her grief,

all eyes are on her.

To the community,

it was Charity’s fault

anything like this had ever happened.

It was her fault for creating a monster.

I remember people discussing

what kind of books did Paris read

and what kind of video games did he play.

I believe Charity got the brunt of that

because even if it’s a book that he’s reading,

well, who got him the book?

And even if it’s a video game that he’s playing,

well, who allowed him to play that game?

Charity took a lot of heat for her situation.

People were very cruel to her.

She’d be in a shop,

“Oh, you’re the mother that,”

“Oh, your son,” you know?

In the midst of the community’s criticism,

Charity was broken.

Her first love, Paris,

just took the life of her second love, Ella.

She feels as though she’s lost both her children,

but the reality is,

Paris is still alive and she is still his mother,

despite the cruel betrayal.

But just like everyone in the town,

Charity never saw this coming.

Charity needs answers.

She needs to know what’s wrong with her son

to ensure she gets justice for her daughter.

I had a Psychopath Checklist Youth Version

administered to Paris.

And then reevaluated.

His assessor told me,

“You deserve to know that your son is a sociopath.”

But everything only gets harder

once Charity starts preparing for the trial.

With her four-year-old Ella dead

and her only living child being the one to take her life,

she has to face the fact

that by being there for each of her children,

she risks failing the other.

When I would go talk to a district attorney,

I had to be Ella’s mother.

When I went to talk to a defense attorney,

I had to be Paris’s mother.

And if I tried

to put Paris and Ella together in my brain,

I really got close to insanity.

The trial begins nearly a month after the tragic event.

The messiness only worsens

when she finds herself standing

in the middle of the courtroom.

At one point,

sat in the middle,

because I can’t choose sides.

They’re both my children.

Deep inside,

Charity faces the reality

that there’s nothing she can do to bring Ella back.

She realizes that she must make

one of the most difficult choices she could as a mother.

And in that moment,

she chooses to stand by Paris’s side,

refusing to abandon him.

But now, she doesn’t see him

as the innocent boy she once raised

but as the murderer he has become.

He needs to be accountable for his actions,

and she decides to love him in a new way,

not trying to save him from justice

but making sure he faces it and gets psychiatric help.

After Paris killed his sister,

I was not trying to get Paris off.

I wanted to get Paris help.

On August 15th, 2007,

after months of trial,

Paris pleads guilty to capital murder in juvenile court.

He’s given the maximum sentence for a juvenile,

40 years

with Paris now spending most of his adult life in prison,

Charity makes a promise.

I told him that I was always going to love him

no matter what.

And then I also promised him

that I was always going to do the best job I could

to be his mother.

For as long as Charity could remember,

her life had been marked by tragedy,

but now she chooses a different path.

She chooses to heal by facing the truth.

I’m tired of the history repeating itself.

I have been able to forgive Paris

for the worst thing imaginable,

but I’m never gonna be comfortable with it.

In order to have my own sense of peace,

to have integrity,

it’s time to stop the pattern.

Now Charity is determined

to support other families going through trauma.

The night that Ella died,

I made her a promise

that something meaningful would come out of her death.

So I set up the Ella Foundation

to prevent violence by sharing our story.

Charity is an advocate

for children’s mental illness rehabilitation,

speaking loudly about getting proper help

and support for kids

that might be heading down the wrong path

due to an unmanaged mental illness.

She does everything in her power

to make sure that what happened to her family

never happens to anyone ever again.

Ella’s memory continues to heal the wounds of tragedy

that defined the Bennetts for nearly half a century.

And through Charity’s voice,

Ella continues to offer a second chance

to families who have lost hope in healing.

You’re right that it will never bring Ella back,

but it does keep Ella alive.

I can’t change Paris today,

but maybe by doing this,

I can help with changing somebody else’s child.