Angel’s safety was a priority and so was the safety of our family.
Precautions were taken, VPN was set up and she was told to stay offline since that is what prompted the attack
Certain items were made easily accessible.
Extra cameras were purchased and set up.
Discussions were had.
We also decided it was too risky for her to work until we knew more. Considering she didn’t work much when she lived with her ex, this must have been a perfect situation for her.
We waited for news, news from Laura and from Brandon.
Brandon would text Angel…which was her actually texting herself
Laura would text me from a secondary number Angel set up to impersonate Laura.
Even toward the end we were not telling people that would reveal where I lived because we still had not been told how many years he would spend in jail.
Even the few people who knew she was here did not know how bad it got. No one knew how abusive she became.
At first I was getting daily texts from her FAKE boss. Asking if she was okay, had she been eating and drinking. She asked me about her cutting and prompted me to check on her.
Angel, pretending to be Laura reminded me daily to be worried about her.
It wasn’t enough that I hadn’t been given time to process what I thought happened. Angel, pretending to be Laura, told me her father was seen driving past the store minutes after we left.
At this point I realized that this drive by he intended to make…could have murdered me had I just been a few minutes late
Laura would give me a huge list of her conditions and advice on how to handle her.
By this time I was beyond worried.
We asked her what her favorite things were so we could keep them on hand. If you are a guest in my home get used to the idea we are going to buy things you like to eat.
My daughter, would sleep on the other end of the couch, just to keep her company. She would also be the one to tell me that Angel was having a difficult time sleeping.
I started to sleep on the ottoman next to the couch. That way I could comfort her and get her back to sleep quickly. Also to help my daughter get back to sleep quicker.
Things are going better than she could have imagined…
She could cry and I would come running. Great gig if ya can get one…right. Except someone else is the one to suffer for it.
Hubby likes to play computer games into the night on the weekends. It can also be very noisy. The weekend came and he suggested we just take the bed for the night.
Holy crap…it was that easy. She was in my bed… just where she wanted to be
The work week would start and we headed back downstairs. “My so called abusive husband” felt sorry for me. He told me it was easier for him to sleep on the couch than it was for me to curl up on the far too short ottoman.
Bingo…she was back upstairs and in my bed and would stay there for the next four and a half months.
In the beginning she wanted my attention, she started off slow. First it was bad dreams that would later grow into night terrors. These night terrors would then grow from mumbling to full on screaming.
My husband took the couch so we could all get some sleep and that wasn’t good enough for her. She needed attention in the middle of the night too.
She woke everyone, including my son who has a sleeping disorder. She couldn’t even let him sleep.
Lots of decisions were made to keep her safe and to make her happy. Boy was she ever happy…it took forcing her to leave to understand just how much.
She never liked to work, she never liked to clean up after herself, she loved to stay in bed all day, she loved having people make her food and serve it to her…she loves being a freeloader and found the perfect way to do it
The more she screamed the more I inquired. She would tell me the story of how her father raped her.
Again this was a lie…
She said she had the same four dreams/night terrors every night. We agreed I would make every attempt to wake her so it would stop the FAKE night terror.
Of course it was easy at first, just as the noise wasn’t too disruptive. But her psychopathic nature needed more….and more…and more
It got to the point where the screaming got louder and more frequent. She was impossible to wake up so the screaming lasted longer and happened more often.
Decisions had been made, things had been set in motion, I had no idea she was the one in control
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