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Post by ladytoodee44 on May 8, 2013 17:32:34 GMT -5
It started to get late so I put Zada to bed and stayed up waiting for Merce. It was almost midnight and he still didn't show up. I decided to just let it go since he wasn't going to tell me anything anyway.
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Post by Desaree on May 9, 2013 14:48:38 GMT -5
I grabbed some clothes to take a quick shower, and when I came out, Merce was laying on the bed fully dressed and looking through his phone.
"You need to get up and take a shower," I said as I got in the bed.
"Alright."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on May 9, 2013 18:32:45 GMT -5
I sat up for a while staring at the ceiling. When I finally decided to dose off Merce had got in the bed and snuggled behind me. He started kissing my neck and rubbing on my body. I moved his hands off me and he started back again.
"No Merce Good Night."
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Post by Desaree on May 10, 2013 16:44:02 GMT -5
"Why you acting like that?" he asked.
"I'm just not in the mood tonight."
I could feel him staring a hole through my back for several seconds. "A'ight, cool," he finally said. "Good night."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on May 11, 2013 0:32:36 GMT -5
When I woke up the next morning it was time for school. I looked over and there was no Merce. I walked around the house and there was no trace of Merce or Zada and in fact it looked like they had never even been there. I hopped in the shower and started cooking breakfast when my phone started ringing and messages started pouring in. I stopped what I was doing and looked at my phone strangely. I never get this many messages especially not in the morning. I kept getting calls from unknown and blocked numbers and they texts I was getting was straight threats. I really needed to get the police involved with this and with Vickie still in the hospital and Merce acting funny I knew it was just me, myself, and I.
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Post by Desaree on May 11, 2013 12:06:09 GMT -5
I decided to handle that after school. I continued to get ready, then I started walking to school. I met Traci halfway through the walk.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on May 11, 2013 22:21:46 GMT -5
"Heyy doll face, what's crackin' sweet pea." He said leaning in to give me a hug.
"Hey." I said lowly.
"What's wrong? Do I need to beat Merce's fine ass?"
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Post by Desaree on May 12, 2013 11:52:47 GMT -5
"You don't need to touch my boyfriend at all. But he is tripping."
"Uh-oh. What did he do?"
"That's the problem. I don't know what he did."
"What?"
"I was having problems with my step-mom, and I told him about it. He left the house for a few hours, and all he would tell me is that he handled it. I don't know what that means, but he won't say anything else."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on May 12, 2013 16:11:14 GMT -5
"Girl you better let bygones be bygones."
"I know, but he needs to say something."
"Look it could be best you don't know. He could be protecting you."
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Post by Desaree on May 12, 2013 18:22:31 GMT -5
I sighed. "I guess you're right."
"You know I'm right. If he's not telling you, I'm sure he has a good reason for it."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on May 12, 2013 18:51:07 GMT -5
The finally pulled up and we hopped aboard to get to school.
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Post by Desaree on May 13, 2013 18:45:36 GMT -5
We sat in the very last seat in the back of the bus. The bus driver had the radio playing, and Ashanti's new song "Never Should Have" was playing softly over the sound of the other kids on the bus talking.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on May 13, 2013 23:14:34 GMT -5
"Cheer up doll, I'm sure everything will be fine." Traci said while the bus rode down a hill. It was just then I heard my phone buzz. I looked down and the threatening texts were starting to roll in again. A sudden feeling of doom came over me and I didn't know what to do.
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Post by Desaree on May 14, 2013 19:34:37 GMT -5
"What's wrong, Cindy?" Traci asked, immediately noticing the worried expression on my face.
"Whatever Merce handled, he didn't handle it too well," I replied as I handed him my phone.
He read some of the messages before giving me my phone back. "That's not good," he stated simply.
"You don't think I know that already?"
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Post by ladytoodee44 on May 15, 2013 0:54:15 GMT -5
"Maybe we should go to the police department."
"I'm scared and if I-"
"No we're going." Tracey pulled the string for the bus driver to stop the bus.
When he did we got out and transferred to the bus that would take us the closest to the police department.
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Post by Desaree on May 15, 2013 16:10:41 GMT -5
"We could have done this after school, Trace."
"You could be dead by the time 'after school' comes around. Just trust me."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on May 15, 2013 20:30:37 GMT -5
We walked up the steps and inside. I was so nervous, because I didn't know what to expect. The only evidence I knew I had was the threatening phone calls, voicemails, and text messages. I uses that was enough for them to charge her with harassment.
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Post by Desaree on May 17, 2013 16:54:54 GMT -5
We walked up to the desk in the middle of the room, and waited for the lady behind it to get off of the phone.
"How may I help you?" the lady asked.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on May 17, 2013 20:02:55 GMT -5
"I'm not really sure if I'm doing a report or a restraining order? Or both."
"What's the problem?" She asked and I handed her my phone.
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Post by Desaree on May 18, 2013 22:19:56 GMT -5
She scrolled through some of the texts before looking up at me.
"Do you know who the messages are from?" she asked.
"Yeah, my stepmother."
"Do you live with her?"
"No."
"How old are you?"
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