I received FAKE texts from “her boss Laura” She convinced me Angel was in danger.
I RACED BACK TO GET HER…
Her face had a big smile on it but I thought she was just happy to see me. Hindsight, she was thrilled that I bought her story.
She played it off and asked what I was doing there. But she knew all a long…and so did her coworker. SHAME on him.
I took her to get some food and to talk. I told her she would come stay with me for a little while until things got settled.
While we were finishing up our food and I was ready to go to her apartment to get a few things… Brandon started texting
Wow, what timing. How thankful was I to know that he alerted us. Her father was circling the block. He did this for hours. We waited and waited.
I decided we couldn’t leave without some clothes. So I had her text Brandon several questions to create a plan to get her things.
He was too scared to meet us with them of course. But was brave enough to take the dog for a walk when the cops pulled her father over.
I told Angel I wanted to drive past and see him get arrested. She flipped out. So, to protect her and to be compassionate I decided against it.
Her FAKE roommate, remember she has never lived with anyone other than her parents and one of her ex’s. Her FAKE roommate texted her a very scary story.
Her father had a gun…
He told the cop he was just waiting for her to come outside…so I decided it was safer to leave without her belongings.
Remember, Brandon doesn’t not exist in this manner nor does her boss…this was Angel texting us the whole time…Her Father NEVER had a gun, he never got arrested, he never abused her.
So she comes to my home without proper shoes or clothes. So I took her to get new socks, underwear, a few shirts and a few pairs of sweatpants.
She was a huge pain in the ass trying to get this done. She was the very reason we needed to get them in the first place and made a 15 minute trip inside of a Walmart take nearly three times as long.
Within 48 more hours we made a trip to a not so local mall. We were inside of one store begging her to just pick out some pants in her size. She tortured us, it was agonizing just to get her to help herself.
But I had an ace up my sleeve…or so I thought
Her boss said she could get her roommate Brandon to check her sizes for us. I had no idea I was texting with Angel the whole freaking time.
Angel, pretending to be Brandon, would check her sizes and text them to Angel pretending to be her boss Laura who would then text them to me. Did you get all of that?
How satisfying for her, I was buying it hook line and sinker…
We would finally get her pants and move on to getting her a pair of shoes, but not just any shoes…a pair of Vans.
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