Continued from here. To read from the beginning go here.
January 18
The day started off as any normal does here at the house. Mikeal went to school, Brian got up with Mikaila since he didn't have to work, and I was allowed to sleep.
Oh blessed sleep how I missed thee.
Sometime around 10am Brian got a text from Elvis...Brian had ran out of voice minutes on his phone for the month, already.
The text read: "I need you to come get my room key from me & clean out my room, then bring my truck to me."
uh...no, not after the night before when he wasn't there at the hotel and therefore didn't give us the promised gas money. Besides, we had no clue where "here" was.
After a few more texts back & forth Elvis let on that he'd taken 5 different cabs trying to shake whomever was following him, & he was now hiding in the woods.
He seriously wanted Brian to go scour the woods of Nashville for him? No FUCKING WAY!
We didn't hear anything back from him for a while.
Around 3pm Elvis called the house. Said he'd been being followed & was scared & cold & had slept out in the woods all night.
I talked to him. Told him if I was able to find a way to get Brian out there since we were completely empty on funds that I'd send him out there to get him, BUT he had to promise to go see my doctor the next morning and get something for his nerves, etc before all this stress & paranoia killed him and once he was back at our house we weren't taking him ANYWHERE until after he'd started the medications & taking them like he was supposed to.
We called and talked to a few people & were able to secure a bit of cash to out gas in the car.
Around 7pm Elvis called back & told Brian where he was at.
He was in DALTON, GEORGIA. That's a freaking 5(FIVE) hour drive, one way, from the house. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!
I went over the plan with Brian about taking him in to see my doctor & get on meds, etc. Brian of course had his own idea that he'd just take Elvis to the Consulate's office in Atlanta, GA, for them to assist him on getting a flight back to England & be back home sometime the next afternoon...okay, fine, whatever...the last few weeks he's already proven that he's not going to follow my recommendations anyways, so why should something like this be followed. I've never dealt with anything at all like this in my life...*sarcasm*
What Elvis needed was something to help chill his nerves & to get through with the court stuff & work with his new lawyer here to get everything taken care of. Just be a fucking man & take care of the shit!
January 19
Well, instead of doing as he'd claimed he'd done - taking him to Atlanta, he brought him back here, cleaned out the hotel room, he packed a suitcase, etc...and Brian took him to meet with the consulates halfway between here & Atlanta.
I did go to bed around 5am, Brian & Elvis showed up here at the house around 7, so I was OUT of it. They left by around 8, I'm sure, since I was up at 9am and there was no sign of them.
Brian was back home around noon...and promptly crashed until nearly bedtime.
I talked to Elvis a little bit via yahoo/text to his phone. He told me goodbye and all that, and it just seemed completely final and sad.
I wished him well and told him that I'd box up his personal stuff that'd been left here & send it to him after he gave me an address to send it to...
He also signed his Chevy truck over to Brian & left other instructions with him about the Saleen that all this mess is supposedly over.
While Brian was sleeping I started getting strange phone calls.
Unknown callers according to the caller ID. Two of which claimed to be detectives. One was Detective Slip - he did not break his back on the steps, but was severely bruised & sore. Maybe next time he goes up or down wet steps he'll use a freaking handrail, but I doubt it.
The other supposed detective wouldn't give me any information, just said he was looking for Elvis.
I told both of them all that I knew - Elvis was in the care of the British Consulates & as a civilian that was all the information I could get about him. They're officers of the law & therefore should be able to pull up information as to whether or not he'd caught a flight out or not. The consulates will only tell me that they took him to the airport.
Later that evening I noticed an officer pull up my drive here & sit two houses up the way, with a spotlight pointed towards my backyard. Brian was at work, Elvis was gone, and none of my neighbors would be home for a few more hours. The officer sat there with the spotlight on until right before Brian pulled into the driveway...and they left out the back way.
January 20...
More unknown calls were made here to the house, a repeat of the evening before.
But otherwise it was a rather quiet day and I worked on my homework that was due by midnight on Saturday, the 21st.
Around 6pm Lady Gold called me. I'd not heard from her since we'd told her that Elvis was in the care of the consulates...
She called to let me know that there were at least two black Cadillacs with Tennessee tags following her around town. She lives in a tourist town. During Tourist season (April - September) it's quite QUITE busy around there...the rest of the year it's almost a ghost town. She was confident they were following her due to the roads they'd follow her down and such.
Lady Gold invited my family to come out any time to vacation there & she'd put us up in her house & she'd get us in to see the attractions & shows & the like that are open in the summer...especially since the kids were so incredibly well behaved while they were there, despite having been on the road for nearly 20 hours in a 24hr period.
Elvis also had told us at one point that he'd hook us up with free stays & passes to Disney there in Orlando whenever we liked. Of course I imagine that'd depend on if we ever hear from him again.
January 21
We still have people watching our movements & the house. I really don't care. Let them waste their time and money. I can't give out information I don't know and until we get some legal paperwork in the mail from the state & from the lawyer out of Orlando there's really nothing that can be done.
And so it's back to normal life here, as normal at least as it can be. Homework, school, house cleaning, work, grocery shopping, and two children determined to drive me insane.
I'm sure this isn't the end of the story, but that's the story as it's unfolded thus far.
Epilogue Part 1
Epilogue Part 2
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Things get Strange & I vent
Continued from here. To read from the beginning go here.
January 17
We are roughly 12 days into this whole debacle and one would think that things would have calmed down by now. A meeting with a lawyer here in town was scheduled for later this afternoon and it was thought that hearing things from a lawyer's perspective would help ease Elvis's fears.
Because Brian had spent the night with Elvis at the hotel I didn't see them before late that afternoon. It was also Tuesday, which meant the kids were FINALLY back in school and businesses were open again from the holiday weekend. Brian also had my car which meant I was left with his truck...his 1990 beater Chevy 5 speed truck that he'd hit a deer with the night before.
I'd not driven a 5 speed in almost 7 years until then. The last/only 5 speed I've ever driven was a 1996 Mitsubishi Galant. The beater truck also has over 300,000 miles on the odometer, so some wear goes with the truck. Add in the bent fender that rubs the tire, we found out, after I'd driven it and it was a boss hog on the road. LOL
Mikeal woke up late for school so I had the glorious joy of driving him to school. The school driveway is a downhill, around a curve, back up hill, with traffic annoyance. I hate driving to the school period...and here I was going to be driving Brian's truck there & back home again.
I did just fine with it. Only stalled out once & that was at the first stop sign from my driveway. Mikaila left on the bus at 11:30 and I had to run to town. I met with a friend of mine for lunch, we talked for a bit, it was nice to have some girl time, even if she thinks I'm crazy, stupid, what have you for helping Elvis out as much as we have, especially only knowing him for a few weeks. I can defend mine & Brian's actions in this whole thing until I'm blue in the face and it won't matter to some people. They'll see us as suckers and that's fine. Had it not been for the assistance of absolute complete strangers when I was going thru my divorce and custody crap I'd likely be either locked up in a padded room or I'd be buried. In my opinion this is kinda like paying forward the kindness of those strangers 7/8yrs ago. We could do it, we did it, it's done. Those that have a problem with it it's their problem.
After lunch I stopped by the city police department to get what info I could on Prissy. They directed me to go to the county police department, so off I went.
At the county office I was told that any info they had I'd have to pay $2 per printed page - highway robbery, if you ask me, but whatever. I gave the first name - she pulled it up. Told me that yes there was a few things on it. I think asked if she could pull up the other two names Prissy has gone by. Then I was shut down. I was told that she wouldn't pull up anymore information for me without a social security number.
Uhhh...yea. Arrest records, court minutes, etc are public record. Technically by law the only information I have to have is her name & if more than one person comes up under that name then a birthday. VERY rarely are social security numbers even included on police reports.
So solid brick wall.
I called up Brian & let him know about it and that was that. Elvis's new lawyer said he'd finish up figuring his costs & would get back with him the next day.
I went back home to wait on the kids to get home & Brian & Elvis showed up not too much later.
And it was decided he'd just spend the night at our place to save on the running back & forth.
Then Elvis couldn't wait to leave. He'd gotten a phone call from an "Unknown" number. The guy on the other end of the line claimed to be a detective working this case & needed to meet with Elvis, at a local restaurant, to take his statement. I told Elvis to tell him that he'd now have to consult with his lawyer, since he was in the process of securing one, but it all spooked Elvis something fierce. I mean, wouldn't it spook you if you got funky phone calls from supposed detectives, wanting your statement, in the evening, at a backwoods restaurant...that closes at 2pm?
So Brian ran Elvis back to the hotel.
Elvis was sure they were being followed & on their way back to the hotel asked for Brian to bring his truck up to him if it was completely cleaned out & help him load the truck with everything he had there at the hotel & get him out of the area. Said he'd pay Brian $100 for the trouble.
Brian was back to the house around 5pm, I fed the kids something real quick, loaded up the car, & followed Brian all the way back to Nashville, again.
By this point in time we're a few days into all this & several days of being around people that act like paranoid fools will start to make you feel a bit edgy and aware.
On our way out of town I noticed a marked police car following us. I really didn't think much of it at first because it's a highway, not the interstate, & cops are kinda normal around here on the main roads.
Then we crossed over into the next county...I kinda expected the officer to stop there since he was then out of jurisdiction. Such was not the case.
He continued to follow us, but fell far-ish behind. Far enough behind I could still see his headlights behind me when the road was straight enough. I expanded the distance between Brian & myself, slowing to around 45mph, on a 55mph highway. The cop behind me increased his distance behind me.
These folks really need some lessons on how to not look suspicious when following someone.
Along the way we had to detour through a neighborhood due to a wreck blocking traffic along the way. I kept my distance as best I could from Brian, but it wasn't terribly easy, and the cop on my tail was right there on my tail as we snaked through this neighborhood area.
Once we got to the edge of Nashville I was able to get far enough behind Brian to hit a few red lights before getting on the interstate to the north edge of town. Cop still right on my tail, but he did end up at the 2nd light putting a few cars between us. I knew which was Brian would be taking to get on the interstate, so I went down a few more lights & caught the next ramp onto the interstate, buying some time.
I lost the cop on my tail weaving around the rush hour traffic & taking the necessary exit SHARPLY.
We get to the hotel where Elvis was supposed to be waiting on us....and he wasn't there.
We were a bit PISSED to put it mildly. Brian called him up to find out where he was at, turns out he was already downtown, on the Strip.
A guy that appeared to be staying a few rooms down asked us if we'd lost our key and I just quickly told him we were just meeting a friend, no biggie, and that wires had been crossed. We left & went straight home, leaving Elvis's truck there with the keys stowed away on it, hidden.
The night proceeded quietly.
Continued
January 17
We are roughly 12 days into this whole debacle and one would think that things would have calmed down by now. A meeting with a lawyer here in town was scheduled for later this afternoon and it was thought that hearing things from a lawyer's perspective would help ease Elvis's fears.
Because Brian had spent the night with Elvis at the hotel I didn't see them before late that afternoon. It was also Tuesday, which meant the kids were FINALLY back in school and businesses were open again from the holiday weekend. Brian also had my car which meant I was left with his truck...his 1990 beater Chevy 5 speed truck that he'd hit a deer with the night before.
I'd not driven a 5 speed in almost 7 years until then. The last/only 5 speed I've ever driven was a 1996 Mitsubishi Galant. The beater truck also has over 300,000 miles on the odometer, so some wear goes with the truck. Add in the bent fender that rubs the tire, we found out, after I'd driven it and it was a boss hog on the road. LOL
Mikeal woke up late for school so I had the glorious joy of driving him to school. The school driveway is a downhill, around a curve, back up hill, with traffic annoyance. I hate driving to the school period...and here I was going to be driving Brian's truck there & back home again.
I did just fine with it. Only stalled out once & that was at the first stop sign from my driveway. Mikaila left on the bus at 11:30 and I had to run to town. I met with a friend of mine for lunch, we talked for a bit, it was nice to have some girl time, even if she thinks I'm crazy, stupid, what have you for helping Elvis out as much as we have, especially only knowing him for a few weeks. I can defend mine & Brian's actions in this whole thing until I'm blue in the face and it won't matter to some people. They'll see us as suckers and that's fine. Had it not been for the assistance of absolute complete strangers when I was going thru my divorce and custody crap I'd likely be either locked up in a padded room or I'd be buried. In my opinion this is kinda like paying forward the kindness of those strangers 7/8yrs ago. We could do it, we did it, it's done. Those that have a problem with it it's their problem.
After lunch I stopped by the city police department to get what info I could on Prissy. They directed me to go to the county police department, so off I went.
At the county office I was told that any info they had I'd have to pay $2 per printed page - highway robbery, if you ask me, but whatever. I gave the first name - she pulled it up. Told me that yes there was a few things on it. I think asked if she could pull up the other two names Prissy has gone by. Then I was shut down. I was told that she wouldn't pull up anymore information for me without a social security number.
Uhhh...yea. Arrest records, court minutes, etc are public record. Technically by law the only information I have to have is her name & if more than one person comes up under that name then a birthday. VERY rarely are social security numbers even included on police reports.
So solid brick wall.
I called up Brian & let him know about it and that was that. Elvis's new lawyer said he'd finish up figuring his costs & would get back with him the next day.
I went back home to wait on the kids to get home & Brian & Elvis showed up not too much later.
And it was decided he'd just spend the night at our place to save on the running back & forth.
Then Elvis couldn't wait to leave. He'd gotten a phone call from an "Unknown" number. The guy on the other end of the line claimed to be a detective working this case & needed to meet with Elvis, at a local restaurant, to take his statement. I told Elvis to tell him that he'd now have to consult with his lawyer, since he was in the process of securing one, but it all spooked Elvis something fierce. I mean, wouldn't it spook you if you got funky phone calls from supposed detectives, wanting your statement, in the evening, at a backwoods restaurant...that closes at 2pm?
So Brian ran Elvis back to the hotel.
Elvis was sure they were being followed & on their way back to the hotel asked for Brian to bring his truck up to him if it was completely cleaned out & help him load the truck with everything he had there at the hotel & get him out of the area. Said he'd pay Brian $100 for the trouble.
Brian was back to the house around 5pm, I fed the kids something real quick, loaded up the car, & followed Brian all the way back to Nashville, again.
By this point in time we're a few days into all this & several days of being around people that act like paranoid fools will start to make you feel a bit edgy and aware.
On our way out of town I noticed a marked police car following us. I really didn't think much of it at first because it's a highway, not the interstate, & cops are kinda normal around here on the main roads.
Then we crossed over into the next county...I kinda expected the officer to stop there since he was then out of jurisdiction. Such was not the case.
He continued to follow us, but fell far-ish behind. Far enough behind I could still see his headlights behind me when the road was straight enough. I expanded the distance between Brian & myself, slowing to around 45mph, on a 55mph highway. The cop behind me increased his distance behind me.
These folks really need some lessons on how to not look suspicious when following someone.
Along the way we had to detour through a neighborhood due to a wreck blocking traffic along the way. I kept my distance as best I could from Brian, but it wasn't terribly easy, and the cop on my tail was right there on my tail as we snaked through this neighborhood area.
Once we got to the edge of Nashville I was able to get far enough behind Brian to hit a few red lights before getting on the interstate to the north edge of town. Cop still right on my tail, but he did end up at the 2nd light putting a few cars between us. I knew which was Brian would be taking to get on the interstate, so I went down a few more lights & caught the next ramp onto the interstate, buying some time.
I lost the cop on my tail weaving around the rush hour traffic & taking the necessary exit SHARPLY.
We get to the hotel where Elvis was supposed to be waiting on us....and he wasn't there.
We were a bit PISSED to put it mildly. Brian called him up to find out where he was at, turns out he was already downtown, on the Strip.
A guy that appeared to be staying a few rooms down asked us if we'd lost our key and I just quickly told him we were just meeting a friend, no biggie, and that wires had been crossed. We left & went straight home, leaving Elvis's truck there with the keys stowed away on it, hidden.
The night proceeded quietly.
Continued
Paranoia Sets In
Continued from here. To start from the beginning go here.
January 15
Elvis had a rough night, but did say he slept & slept until well past noon, so things seemed alright. He had an appointment on Tuesday the 17th to speak with a lawyer about everything and so I expected smooth easy sailing.
Elvis had also asked me to stop by Prissy's 2nd ex husband's place & leave a note for him to call Elvis. See, back when Elvis first started dating Prissy the Ex #2 had called Elvis up to warn him about Prissy & told him that when it all went south to buy him a beer. I went out there to deliver the note, no big deal. Instead of just putting the note in the door & walking off I rang the doorbell and Ex #2 answered the door. Now, keep in mind I'm not a small gal. I stand 6ft tall & have a build to me, plus extra. This dude is HUGE. I explained to him my reason for being there & all he could do was shake his head & say "I tried to tell him years ago, he didn't want to listen and I'm not getting in the middle of it". I just told him that Elvis wished to buy him that beer & I left the note with Elvis's phone number for him. Dude seemed nice enough
Elvis called around the time Brian was getting off work & asked for Brian to come pick him up at that hotel late Sunday afternoon to come to the house & eat dinner with us. Waffle House just isn't the greatest thing to attempt living off of & a good meal & a quiet evening at 'home' would do him well.
Things seemed to be healing in his head and things were quiet. For a while.
Later that evening Elvis decided he didn't want to spend the night at our place, on the couch, plus he'd paid for two weeks at the hotel, where there was no kids or dogs or cats and a full bed - okay, he did have access to a queen sized bed here, but he didn't feel completely safe here, even after I put heavy drapes over all the uncovered windows here. There are no street lights out here & it's basically out in the middle of nowhere and he started worrying about if Prissy knew he was here that she'd having someone rough her up & drop her off her & claim that he did it. Again, there was no reasoning with him that she'd be in complete violation of the protective order if she came out here...even went as far as to tell him she could show up & I could beat the snot out of her & she'd be the one to go to jail for it. He was also worried about there being too many places around here for her to hide in the dark & land a bullet in his head. Okay...kinda farfetched, in my opinion, but again, she's a former FBI agent & supposedly a great marksman.
Since Brian had to be at work early Monday morning I took Elvis back out to the hotel he'd been staying at. I then drove Elvis's truck back home & let him have use of my car. He had mentioned feeling like someone had been following him, not to fail to mention he'd been staying on the northside of Nashville...which is about as seedy of an area one could be in, especially in a nice truck that had some $20,000 in sound equipment in the back of it, even if it was in a locked camper. Plus, I have full coverage on my car so if something was to happen to it it'd be covered.
Elvis had also mentioned wanting to have a Christmas dinner & just a whole redo of Christmas since his had totally sucked. I obliged, no big deal and we made plans for Christmas dinner to take place on Monday evening.
January 16
Elvis returned back to the house that Monday morning & drove his truck back to the hotel, I'd moved all his stuff out of his truck the night before & put it in our basement for safe keeping. I then went grocery shopping after he'd left. I'd put off the real grocery shopping for wayyy too long & it couldn't really wait much longer.
While I was finishing up at WalMart Elvis called in a half-panic. Said that he was sure he was being watched & followed & now didn't feel safe at the hotel, alone. Since he was to be back at our place that evening for Christmas dinner anyways & to spend the night to go to the lawyer's the next day I ran out to get him at the hotel, I had both the kids with me since they were out of school for the holiday and figured it'd be fine. With the hell he'd been through over the last few days I was confident that some paranoia had started settling in deep.
I got back to the house with him, with no noticeable incidence, Mikeal & I unloaded the groceries & put them away, Brian came in from work, and I made dinner. - Crab Stirfry over White Rice - YUM & EASY!
A nice calm, relaxing evening...
And then Brian makes mention of someone coming up to his place of employment asking Brian if he knew a British guy. The company name on the side of the truck was the same as Prissy's maiden name.
Bring on a whole new wave of paranoia...on both Brian & Elvis's parts.
Their refusal to call & report it, with the temporary protective order in place annoyed the piss out of me. Of course they promised to do it after dinner...then Elvis couldn't leave our place quick enough, so Brian promised to do it on their way to taking Elvis back to the hotel.
UGH! I was so annoyed with both of them. But of course I didn't find out about all that until later.
Brian didn't have to be at work on Tuesday & Elvis was wanting to Brian to come back out to the hotel in the morning to pick him up to take him to the lawyer's office here in town in the afternoon.
I told Brian to just spend the night there, it wasn't worth it, especially since it's an hour drive one way from the house to the hotel. Mikeal took Mikaila to bed with him upstairs & both were out within minutes.
I spent a little bit of time reading my Intro to Criminal Justice book since my classes were starting the next day & I was sure that if I didn't take advantage of the time I had I wouldn't get many chances. I also cleaned up the house a bit before settling in to sleep.
Oh blessed sleep. I think it was my 2nd night of actual real sleep since the whole bit began.
Continued
January 15
Elvis had a rough night, but did say he slept & slept until well past noon, so things seemed alright. He had an appointment on Tuesday the 17th to speak with a lawyer about everything and so I expected smooth easy sailing.
Elvis had also asked me to stop by Prissy's 2nd ex husband's place & leave a note for him to call Elvis. See, back when Elvis first started dating Prissy the Ex #2 had called Elvis up to warn him about Prissy & told him that when it all went south to buy him a beer. I went out there to deliver the note, no big deal. Instead of just putting the note in the door & walking off I rang the doorbell and Ex #2 answered the door. Now, keep in mind I'm not a small gal. I stand 6ft tall & have a build to me, plus extra. This dude is HUGE. I explained to him my reason for being there & all he could do was shake his head & say "I tried to tell him years ago, he didn't want to listen and I'm not getting in the middle of it". I just told him that Elvis wished to buy him that beer & I left the note with Elvis's phone number for him. Dude seemed nice enough
Elvis called around the time Brian was getting off work & asked for Brian to come pick him up at that hotel late Sunday afternoon to come to the house & eat dinner with us. Waffle House just isn't the greatest thing to attempt living off of & a good meal & a quiet evening at 'home' would do him well.
Things seemed to be healing in his head and things were quiet. For a while.
Later that evening Elvis decided he didn't want to spend the night at our place, on the couch, plus he'd paid for two weeks at the hotel, where there was no kids or dogs or cats and a full bed - okay, he did have access to a queen sized bed here, but he didn't feel completely safe here, even after I put heavy drapes over all the uncovered windows here. There are no street lights out here & it's basically out in the middle of nowhere and he started worrying about if Prissy knew he was here that she'd having someone rough her up & drop her off her & claim that he did it. Again, there was no reasoning with him that she'd be in complete violation of the protective order if she came out here...even went as far as to tell him she could show up & I could beat the snot out of her & she'd be the one to go to jail for it. He was also worried about there being too many places around here for her to hide in the dark & land a bullet in his head. Okay...kinda farfetched, in my opinion, but again, she's a former FBI agent & supposedly a great marksman.
Since Brian had to be at work early Monday morning I took Elvis back out to the hotel he'd been staying at. I then drove Elvis's truck back home & let him have use of my car. He had mentioned feeling like someone had been following him, not to fail to mention he'd been staying on the northside of Nashville...which is about as seedy of an area one could be in, especially in a nice truck that had some $20,000 in sound equipment in the back of it, even if it was in a locked camper. Plus, I have full coverage on my car so if something was to happen to it it'd be covered.
Elvis had also mentioned wanting to have a Christmas dinner & just a whole redo of Christmas since his had totally sucked. I obliged, no big deal and we made plans for Christmas dinner to take place on Monday evening.
January 16
Elvis returned back to the house that Monday morning & drove his truck back to the hotel, I'd moved all his stuff out of his truck the night before & put it in our basement for safe keeping. I then went grocery shopping after he'd left. I'd put off the real grocery shopping for wayyy too long & it couldn't really wait much longer.
While I was finishing up at WalMart Elvis called in a half-panic. Said that he was sure he was being watched & followed & now didn't feel safe at the hotel, alone. Since he was to be back at our place that evening for Christmas dinner anyways & to spend the night to go to the lawyer's the next day I ran out to get him at the hotel, I had both the kids with me since they were out of school for the holiday and figured it'd be fine. With the hell he'd been through over the last few days I was confident that some paranoia had started settling in deep.
I got back to the house with him, with no noticeable incidence, Mikeal & I unloaded the groceries & put them away, Brian came in from work, and I made dinner. - Crab Stirfry over White Rice - YUM & EASY!
A nice calm, relaxing evening...
And then Brian makes mention of someone coming up to his place of employment asking Brian if he knew a British guy. The company name on the side of the truck was the same as Prissy's maiden name.
Bring on a whole new wave of paranoia...on both Brian & Elvis's parts.
Their refusal to call & report it, with the temporary protective order in place annoyed the piss out of me. Of course they promised to do it after dinner...then Elvis couldn't leave our place quick enough, so Brian promised to do it on their way to taking Elvis back to the hotel.
UGH! I was so annoyed with both of them. But of course I didn't find out about all that until later.
Brian didn't have to be at work on Tuesday & Elvis was wanting to Brian to come back out to the hotel in the morning to pick him up to take him to the lawyer's office here in town in the afternoon.
I told Brian to just spend the night there, it wasn't worth it, especially since it's an hour drive one way from the house to the hotel. Mikeal took Mikaila to bed with him upstairs & both were out within minutes.
I spent a little bit of time reading my Intro to Criminal Justice book since my classes were starting the next day & I was sure that if I didn't take advantage of the time I had I wouldn't get many chances. I also cleaned up the house a bit before settling in to sleep.
Oh blessed sleep. I think it was my 2nd night of actual real sleep since the whole bit began.
Continued
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Calm
Continued from here. To start from the beginning go here.
January 13
Around 2am, less than 30 min after passing out I was awakened again.
Elvis wanted to check out hotels not too far from here, but in Nashville. He felt like he'd inconvenienced us over the last few days & wanted to check out the scene in Nashville to check into the prospect of finding work until the legal stuff here was taken care of and his touring season started back up in March.
I looked up a few places for him, found a place he felt was reasonable enough for him to stay at. We talked a bit longer, I took some screenshots of the emails from the boyfriend to Prissy, and he seemed to settle down again for a bit.
He asked me to stay up a bit longer talking to him & we talked about all that had happened, I tried reassuring him that she couldn't touch him while he was at our place, plus being here afforded him some witnesses. And it seemed to have sunk in a bit...
And then I passed back out around 3...
Not too far past 4am I awoke again to him & Brian talking. He'd gone in & woke Brian up, which slightly annoyed me, but whatever, Brian had to be at work, but Elvis was ready to leave our place. He & Brian talked a bit, had some coffee, I went into the kitchen to join them, might as well, I couldn't go back to sleep.
I reached out to give Elvis a hug and wish him well & restated the invite that he was welcome any time for as long as he needed, but I was cool with him needing to get some peace. Afterall - there are three dogs, two kids, and a cat here...he's used to a quiet place with only homing pigeons as pets and the pace of everything here can be a bit much for someone who is just in need of some peace of mind. He spent the better part of the next 20 minutes just crying on my shoulder there in the middle of the kitchen. My mommy side just wanted to swaddle him in a blanket & calm him. Crazy to say that, I'm sure, about a grown, 45 year old man, but he just seemed so lost and scared and utterly heartbroken and exhausted and mommy instincts are strong with me. Being a mommy has been my life for the last almost 10 years and I totally suck at being a heartless bitch.
I know it was a bit awkward for Brian to see his best friend in the arms of his wife, sobbing, in the middle of his kitchen, Hell, it was awkward for me...so after a bit of hand twisting and slow pacing back & forth Brian joined the embrace. I was a bit relieved when Elvis finished getting it out of his system. And then he left to go to the hotel.
He called me a bit later to tell me he didn't go where he said he was going...and I got a bit annoyed...but whatever, he's a grown man, he's free to do as he pleases. Yes, I'll admit, by this point in the last week of everything I felt like I'd adopted a 3rd child & all that...and my momma bear protectiveness was starting to show. A lot. It's just one of those things that happen, I attach to people at a heart level, so sue me and get over it.
It was Friday, but due to the ice and such on the roads the kids did not end up having school and Brian had to work, so I worked on catching up on my housework a bit and preparing for my new semester. My classes started back up on Tuesday and I'd not really done much to prepare for it.
Elvis being at the hotel, roughly an hour from here was a good thing, so I thought. He wouldn't be near here & maybe it'd give him enough of a break to collect himself & all that.
Late Friday afternoon Elvis called and asked that Brian come out there and visit with him, hang out with him, the like. Brian did. He went out to the Nashville Strip with him to a few bars and the like & got home fairly late, even though he had to be at work early the next morning.
He went to work, dragging a little, but it wasn't bad. I was a bit (a lot) annoyed with Brian, because we've lived here 2 years now and not once, even when both the kids were off at friends' houses & we had the opportunity to go, had he taken me out. Brian also knows that prior to me settling down into being a stay at home mom, with two children, I went out quite often, at least once a month, to go dancing & socializing where there was live music. So in 5 years I'd not been out but once and that was for our first anniversary & we were with a pair of Brian's friends and my baby brother who was home that weekend from boot camp.
I was also just exhausted & hadn't really had any time at all with Brian and was missing him and getting a bit jealous of all the attention Elvis was getting.
January 14
Elvis invited us to come back out, offered to even pay for a babysitter if it came down to it. I called friends, etc...everyone was busy or sick or caring for sick parents. Finally, thanks to Facebook friends I was able to land a reasonable babysitter for the night. I got dressed up for a real night on the town.
When we finally got the kids all situated & all that we left out. Brian was complaining about it because he'd already been out the night before, then worked all day, and still had to be at work the next morning, around 10.
At that point I didn't care because I was being a bit selfish, I'll admit that. I'd spent countless hours being awake as Brian was out and about or sleeping and I needed to get out and just relax & enjoy myself.
Before we had gotten down to the strip Elvis had ran into an old friend of Prissy's...in fact her best friend and a co-worker from before Elvis had met Prissy. In a way she'd introduced the two of them.
We found out from her that a few months after Elvis had moved into her place she had quit her job with the Agency & over the next few months quit talking to her. She couldn't believe the accusations of the protective order. She said that they were close enough that had any of that actually been going on Prissy would have confided in her or there would have at least been physical evidence of it and there wasn't. We'd also found out some information about the 2nd ex-husband and how Prissy had royally screwed him over as well - taking him for almost half a million dollars. And the info about Prissy just kept flowing. Turns out that even though Elvis had been with her for almost 5 years he didn't know anything really about her. As previously mentioned they didn't hang out with friends or anyone that knew her and that's how she wanted it. She didn't want Elvis to know about the real her, just the her she wanted him to see. All this information weighed heavy on Elvis.
I wore the wrong shoes, but they were cute shoes and I didn't care. I really did enjoy myself. We talked Elvis into doing a few Karaoke songs and he really seemed to relax & be enjoying himself...until closing time. Yes, we stayed out until 3am on the strip. By the time we got Elvis back to his hotel he was in a bad depressed funk & we just left to come back home. The soles of my feet were totally blistered from it being years since I'd even had a reason to slip on heels and I'd only wore this one pair of heels once before, two years ago, to a court hearing against my ex-husband. They're comfy, don't get me wrong, but we did park 10 blocks from the Strip and I had to walk that whole distance...and I did a lot of standing & dancing while we were out...almost 7 hours.
Continued
January 13
Around 2am, less than 30 min after passing out I was awakened again.
Elvis wanted to check out hotels not too far from here, but in Nashville. He felt like he'd inconvenienced us over the last few days & wanted to check out the scene in Nashville to check into the prospect of finding work until the legal stuff here was taken care of and his touring season started back up in March.
I looked up a few places for him, found a place he felt was reasonable enough for him to stay at. We talked a bit longer, I took some screenshots of the emails from the boyfriend to Prissy, and he seemed to settle down again for a bit.
He asked me to stay up a bit longer talking to him & we talked about all that had happened, I tried reassuring him that she couldn't touch him while he was at our place, plus being here afforded him some witnesses. And it seemed to have sunk in a bit...
And then I passed back out around 3...
Not too far past 4am I awoke again to him & Brian talking. He'd gone in & woke Brian up, which slightly annoyed me, but whatever, Brian had to be at work, but Elvis was ready to leave our place. He & Brian talked a bit, had some coffee, I went into the kitchen to join them, might as well, I couldn't go back to sleep.
I reached out to give Elvis a hug and wish him well & restated the invite that he was welcome any time for as long as he needed, but I was cool with him needing to get some peace. Afterall - there are three dogs, two kids, and a cat here...he's used to a quiet place with only homing pigeons as pets and the pace of everything here can be a bit much for someone who is just in need of some peace of mind. He spent the better part of the next 20 minutes just crying on my shoulder there in the middle of the kitchen. My mommy side just wanted to swaddle him in a blanket & calm him. Crazy to say that, I'm sure, about a grown, 45 year old man, but he just seemed so lost and scared and utterly heartbroken and exhausted and mommy instincts are strong with me. Being a mommy has been my life for the last almost 10 years and I totally suck at being a heartless bitch.
I know it was a bit awkward for Brian to see his best friend in the arms of his wife, sobbing, in the middle of his kitchen, Hell, it was awkward for me...so after a bit of hand twisting and slow pacing back & forth Brian joined the embrace. I was a bit relieved when Elvis finished getting it out of his system. And then he left to go to the hotel.
He called me a bit later to tell me he didn't go where he said he was going...and I got a bit annoyed...but whatever, he's a grown man, he's free to do as he pleases. Yes, I'll admit, by this point in the last week of everything I felt like I'd adopted a 3rd child & all that...and my momma bear protectiveness was starting to show. A lot. It's just one of those things that happen, I attach to people at a heart level, so sue me and get over it.
It was Friday, but due to the ice and such on the roads the kids did not end up having school and Brian had to work, so I worked on catching up on my housework a bit and preparing for my new semester. My classes started back up on Tuesday and I'd not really done much to prepare for it.
Elvis being at the hotel, roughly an hour from here was a good thing, so I thought. He wouldn't be near here & maybe it'd give him enough of a break to collect himself & all that.
Late Friday afternoon Elvis called and asked that Brian come out there and visit with him, hang out with him, the like. Brian did. He went out to the Nashville Strip with him to a few bars and the like & got home fairly late, even though he had to be at work early the next morning.
He went to work, dragging a little, but it wasn't bad. I was a bit (a lot) annoyed with Brian, because we've lived here 2 years now and not once, even when both the kids were off at friends' houses & we had the opportunity to go, had he taken me out. Brian also knows that prior to me settling down into being a stay at home mom, with two children, I went out quite often, at least once a month, to go dancing & socializing where there was live music. So in 5 years I'd not been out but once and that was for our first anniversary & we were with a pair of Brian's friends and my baby brother who was home that weekend from boot camp.
I was also just exhausted & hadn't really had any time at all with Brian and was missing him and getting a bit jealous of all the attention Elvis was getting.
January 14
Elvis invited us to come back out, offered to even pay for a babysitter if it came down to it. I called friends, etc...everyone was busy or sick or caring for sick parents. Finally, thanks to Facebook friends I was able to land a reasonable babysitter for the night. I got dressed up for a real night on the town.
When we finally got the kids all situated & all that we left out. Brian was complaining about it because he'd already been out the night before, then worked all day, and still had to be at work the next morning, around 10.
At that point I didn't care because I was being a bit selfish, I'll admit that. I'd spent countless hours being awake as Brian was out and about or sleeping and I needed to get out and just relax & enjoy myself.
Before we had gotten down to the strip Elvis had ran into an old friend of Prissy's...in fact her best friend and a co-worker from before Elvis had met Prissy. In a way she'd introduced the two of them.
We found out from her that a few months after Elvis had moved into her place she had quit her job with the Agency & over the next few months quit talking to her. She couldn't believe the accusations of the protective order. She said that they were close enough that had any of that actually been going on Prissy would have confided in her or there would have at least been physical evidence of it and there wasn't. We'd also found out some information about the 2nd ex-husband and how Prissy had royally screwed him over as well - taking him for almost half a million dollars. And the info about Prissy just kept flowing. Turns out that even though Elvis had been with her for almost 5 years he didn't know anything really about her. As previously mentioned they didn't hang out with friends or anyone that knew her and that's how she wanted it. She didn't want Elvis to know about the real her, just the her she wanted him to see. All this information weighed heavy on Elvis.
I wore the wrong shoes, but they were cute shoes and I didn't care. I really did enjoy myself. We talked Elvis into doing a few Karaoke songs and he really seemed to relax & be enjoying himself...until closing time. Yes, we stayed out until 3am on the strip. By the time we got Elvis back to his hotel he was in a bad depressed funk & we just left to come back home. The soles of my feet were totally blistered from it being years since I'd even had a reason to slip on heels and I'd only wore this one pair of heels once before, two years ago, to a court hearing against my ex-husband. They're comfy, don't get me wrong, but we did park 10 blocks from the Strip and I had to walk that whole distance...and I did a lot of standing & dancing while we were out...almost 7 hours.
Continued
The Heavens Opened Up
Continued from here. To start from the beginning go here.
January 12 Afternoon
It was so nice to finally feel like one could breathe again. Elvis relaxed. Therefore I relaxed. And it was back to the normal day to day stuff. Elvis was done with dealing with Prissy. Elvis had his Saleen that she'd threatened to cause him problems over by leaving at her place. He also had his Chevy Truck. He was past over with her. He was still heartbroken and reeling from finding out she'd been having an affair and then on top of the problems she was trying to cause for him. And so it was time to start building a plan on where to move forward from here.
I got Mikaila on the bus at 11:30.
Elvis left out for a few minutes, in his Saleen, was gone maybe a whole 30 minutes.
I settled into cleaning house. My nerves were worked up, the weather had turned colder, and so the drizzle had turned into freezing rain.
Just before 1pm Mikaila's teacher called to say that the schools would be closing an hour early at 2 and wanted to confirm that Mikaila was to still ride the bus home. That was fine, she'd be home right after 2, that also meant that Mikeal would be off the bus at around 3. My doctor's appointment wasn't until 3:30 and I'd just wait until after they were home to leave out & get groceries after my appointment.
I called up a nearby friend to see if she'd mind watching the kids for me while I went to the doctor because I didn't want Mikeal to be at the appointment with me. Elvis did volunteer to watch the kids, but I'd hoped that a quiet house would mean he'd at least attempt to laydown & get some sleep. He desperately needed some sleep.
At 1:30 Detective Fill-In showed up. Wanted to take a statement from Elvis about the Saleen. He said that Prissy was claiming that her signature had been forged on the title and that Elvis had shown up at her place of employment, harassing her.
Okay...she works on the other side of the next town. It takes a minimum of 20 minutes to get out there & that's when the weather is clear. It's slightly icy at this point, so everyone is out raiding Wal-Mart & the grocery stores, etc. So traffic was not ideal. So perhaps 30 minutes out there & back. Elvis wasn't gone but 30/45 minutes tops. Okay, whatever. She's being a bitch.
Elvis decided he'd had enough with her and wanted to just be done with her. He told Detective Fill-In that if she's going to just try to keep causing him issues with all of this then he'd just give her back the Saleen under the condition that she'd knock off her crap.
Detective Fill-In left after a bit. He also admired my glass work that I have in various stages in my dining/craft room, so I gave him a card on how to find me on Facebook to order his own if he liked and he went on his way.
The kids came home, I had to rush out the door to make it to my doctor's appointment. I was in desperate need of something to help calm my nerves at this point & help me sleep. I was up to maybe 12 hours of sleep over the last week with no signs of slowing down. I didn't even feel tired. It was just insane. I also know that when I get to that point if I don't slow it down quickly it gets BAD BAD BAD.
Of course my time on my cell phone wouldn't be refreshing until the 14th so I didn't have a phone on me & I was slightly worried about Elvis being at the house alone with the prospect of Prissy coming back out there to get the Saleen. I called him from a gal's phone at the doctor's office...Prissy & the cops had already been out there & picked up the Saleen. He was alright, he said.
I finally finished up at the doctor's office & hurried over to the grocery store to have my script filled & pick up a few things. We were at bare bones & all the events of the past week had put grocery shopping on the back burner.
Two hours after leaving out I was finally on my way back to get the kids & go home. From my friend's house I called Elvis to make sure all was well & to let him know I was on my way, only about 5 minutes down the road.
He did not sound well, at all, and asked me to hurry back. He was scared.
He's a former member of the Queen's Navy, 45 year old man...and he's scared.??
I was sure it was just the lack of sleep combined with the emotional toll that the last week had on him, he was just suffering from exhaustion. As I mentioned a few posts ago I know that I start hallucinating when I'm exhausted, and they're never pleasant hallucinations. I just figured the same was going on with him.
I pulled up in the driveway & Elvis was hiding back behind some trees, in the cold, icy weather..and he was ready to leave out NOW! I took him back to my friend's house for a bit, hoping he'd chill out, because no one was following us & it was a safe place.
Once there he seemed to calm a bit & explained that after I'd called him & Prissy had left with the Saleen more officers showed back up to serve him with a protective order.
Oh, the claims Prissy made in the Protective Order were insane to say the least. I mean, at this point I'd only known Elvis & Prissy for about 7, maybe 8 weeks, but I'd spent the better part of the last VERY emotional week with Elvis on an almost 24/7 basis.
Not once did he show any anger of any sort. Complete broken heartedness, definitely. Sadness, most assuredly. But Anger? No. Even after he'd found out that she'd been having an affair all he did was mutter over & over, in disbelief that she was a bitch. I added in that she was a cunt. Especially to make him think that she was in an emotionally unstable state. Until he found out about the affair he was very worried about her. Even had officers go out & check on her a few times when he'd not hear back from her for a while via texts.
It was very obvious that he cared a great deal for her. Afterall she'd been his entire world for the last 5 years and it was very obvious to anyone & everyone. Even my friend that had only just met him & heard him go over her statement of the protective order could see that he was just heartbroken over the ordeal.
This is her statement:
""Meet him March 2007 & two weeks after him moving into my house @ XYZ St, City, State he hit me, threw me up against the wall holding me by the neck stating he will kill me & hurt me if I ever leave him, he broke things in my house, pissed on the floor and made me clean it up Hit me in the head until everything went black & I saw a bright light. Then from that date until the day he would say you better not leave me because you know what I can do. I heard this @ least 4 times a week. In Oct 08 he started hitting me again telling me if I leave I will hurt you. Dec 27, 2011 he said if you leave me I will kill you & I will always live in fear & always look over my shoulder. Jan 3, 2012 he told me if I leave him he will tie me up, cut my tongue out, cut my fingers off, hit me in my knees until I cannot walk again & he would drag me through the woods & leave me there. He said hge would enter the house & I would never know that he was there & he would be covered up from head to tow & I would not be able to know if it was him or someone else. He told me he would have someone from London, England come over & hurt me.""
Uh...yea, I'm not lying. That's the statement, word for word.
She's former FBI. We'd also found out, from her first ex-husband, that the reason she'd lost custody & rights to her children was because she'd gone to jail for beating the snot out of the ex-husband & being a violent alcoholic.
Brian met us over at my friend's house after he got off work, I'd gone to get Elvis some food from Subway, he finally ate and I gave him one of my nerve pills..thinking maybe it'd help him chill and be able to think or at least listen.
He'd mentioned that his keys to the Chevy were missing, so was sure that the cops that had been there had picked them up to prevent him from being able to leave & he was afraid they were going to take his truck with all his belongings. And it was just CHAOS PANIC in his head.
Brian went to the house & was able to find his keys, came back to Friend's house, reassured Elvis that he had the keys & Brian & Elvis left. The roads were bad out by now, I was drained, and had just gotten into watching "No Strings Attached". I stayed for the duration of the movie, the kids & I ate there at the Friend's house. And I REALLY enjoyed the distraction.
By the time I got back home both Brian and Elvis were on our house phones, talking with Brooklyn - a lovely gal we know via Twitter - and Elvis was smiling & having a good time again. The distraction really helped.
I got the kids to bed, Brian went to bed, I continued talking with Elvis & Brooklyn. After Brooklyn had to get off the phone to go to sleep Elvis asked me to stay up & talk with him. He shed some more tears, I attempted to reassure him that the protective order was really not that big of a deal. Yes, she'd told some grand stories, but whatever, it wasn't the end of the world.
He seemed to be doing better, seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and I did pass out there on the loveseat.
Continued.
January 12 Afternoon
It was so nice to finally feel like one could breathe again. Elvis relaxed. Therefore I relaxed. And it was back to the normal day to day stuff. Elvis was done with dealing with Prissy. Elvis had his Saleen that she'd threatened to cause him problems over by leaving at her place. He also had his Chevy Truck. He was past over with her. He was still heartbroken and reeling from finding out she'd been having an affair and then on top of the problems she was trying to cause for him. And so it was time to start building a plan on where to move forward from here.
I got Mikaila on the bus at 11:30.
Elvis left out for a few minutes, in his Saleen, was gone maybe a whole 30 minutes.
I settled into cleaning house. My nerves were worked up, the weather had turned colder, and so the drizzle had turned into freezing rain.
Just before 1pm Mikaila's teacher called to say that the schools would be closing an hour early at 2 and wanted to confirm that Mikaila was to still ride the bus home. That was fine, she'd be home right after 2, that also meant that Mikeal would be off the bus at around 3. My doctor's appointment wasn't until 3:30 and I'd just wait until after they were home to leave out & get groceries after my appointment.
I called up a nearby friend to see if she'd mind watching the kids for me while I went to the doctor because I didn't want Mikeal to be at the appointment with me. Elvis did volunteer to watch the kids, but I'd hoped that a quiet house would mean he'd at least attempt to laydown & get some sleep. He desperately needed some sleep.
At 1:30 Detective Fill-In showed up. Wanted to take a statement from Elvis about the Saleen. He said that Prissy was claiming that her signature had been forged on the title and that Elvis had shown up at her place of employment, harassing her.
Okay...she works on the other side of the next town. It takes a minimum of 20 minutes to get out there & that's when the weather is clear. It's slightly icy at this point, so everyone is out raiding Wal-Mart & the grocery stores, etc. So traffic was not ideal. So perhaps 30 minutes out there & back. Elvis wasn't gone but 30/45 minutes tops. Okay, whatever. She's being a bitch.
Elvis decided he'd had enough with her and wanted to just be done with her. He told Detective Fill-In that if she's going to just try to keep causing him issues with all of this then he'd just give her back the Saleen under the condition that she'd knock off her crap.
Detective Fill-In left after a bit. He also admired my glass work that I have in various stages in my dining/craft room, so I gave him a card on how to find me on Facebook to order his own if he liked and he went on his way.
The kids came home, I had to rush out the door to make it to my doctor's appointment. I was in desperate need of something to help calm my nerves at this point & help me sleep. I was up to maybe 12 hours of sleep over the last week with no signs of slowing down. I didn't even feel tired. It was just insane. I also know that when I get to that point if I don't slow it down quickly it gets BAD BAD BAD.
Of course my time on my cell phone wouldn't be refreshing until the 14th so I didn't have a phone on me & I was slightly worried about Elvis being at the house alone with the prospect of Prissy coming back out there to get the Saleen. I called him from a gal's phone at the doctor's office...Prissy & the cops had already been out there & picked up the Saleen. He was alright, he said.
I finally finished up at the doctor's office & hurried over to the grocery store to have my script filled & pick up a few things. We were at bare bones & all the events of the past week had put grocery shopping on the back burner.
Two hours after leaving out I was finally on my way back to get the kids & go home. From my friend's house I called Elvis to make sure all was well & to let him know I was on my way, only about 5 minutes down the road.
He did not sound well, at all, and asked me to hurry back. He was scared.
He's a former member of the Queen's Navy, 45 year old man...and he's scared.??
I was sure it was just the lack of sleep combined with the emotional toll that the last week had on him, he was just suffering from exhaustion. As I mentioned a few posts ago I know that I start hallucinating when I'm exhausted, and they're never pleasant hallucinations. I just figured the same was going on with him.
I pulled up in the driveway & Elvis was hiding back behind some trees, in the cold, icy weather..and he was ready to leave out NOW! I took him back to my friend's house for a bit, hoping he'd chill out, because no one was following us & it was a safe place.
Once there he seemed to calm a bit & explained that after I'd called him & Prissy had left with the Saleen more officers showed back up to serve him with a protective order.
Oh, the claims Prissy made in the Protective Order were insane to say the least. I mean, at this point I'd only known Elvis & Prissy for about 7, maybe 8 weeks, but I'd spent the better part of the last VERY emotional week with Elvis on an almost 24/7 basis.
Not once did he show any anger of any sort. Complete broken heartedness, definitely. Sadness, most assuredly. But Anger? No. Even after he'd found out that she'd been having an affair all he did was mutter over & over, in disbelief that she was a bitch. I added in that she was a cunt. Especially to make him think that she was in an emotionally unstable state. Until he found out about the affair he was very worried about her. Even had officers go out & check on her a few times when he'd not hear back from her for a while via texts.
It was very obvious that he cared a great deal for her. Afterall she'd been his entire world for the last 5 years and it was very obvious to anyone & everyone. Even my friend that had only just met him & heard him go over her statement of the protective order could see that he was just heartbroken over the ordeal.
This is her statement:
""Meet him March 2007 & two weeks after him moving into my house @ XYZ St, City, State he hit me, threw me up against the wall holding me by the neck stating he will kill me & hurt me if I ever leave him, he broke things in my house, pissed on the floor and made me clean it up Hit me in the head until everything went black & I saw a bright light. Then from that date until the day he would say you better not leave me because you know what I can do. I heard this @ least 4 times a week. In Oct 08 he started hitting me again telling me if I leave I will hurt you. Dec 27, 2011 he said if you leave me I will kill you & I will always live in fear & always look over my shoulder. Jan 3, 2012 he told me if I leave him he will tie me up, cut my tongue out, cut my fingers off, hit me in my knees until I cannot walk again & he would drag me through the woods & leave me there. He said hge would enter the house & I would never know that he was there & he would be covered up from head to tow & I would not be able to know if it was him or someone else. He told me he would have someone from London, England come over & hurt me.""
Uh...yea, I'm not lying. That's the statement, word for word.
She's former FBI. We'd also found out, from her first ex-husband, that the reason she'd lost custody & rights to her children was because she'd gone to jail for beating the snot out of the ex-husband & being a violent alcoholic.
Brian met us over at my friend's house after he got off work, I'd gone to get Elvis some food from Subway, he finally ate and I gave him one of my nerve pills..thinking maybe it'd help him chill and be able to think or at least listen.
He'd mentioned that his keys to the Chevy were missing, so was sure that the cops that had been there had picked them up to prevent him from being able to leave & he was afraid they were going to take his truck with all his belongings. And it was just CHAOS PANIC in his head.
Brian went to the house & was able to find his keys, came back to Friend's house, reassured Elvis that he had the keys & Brian & Elvis left. The roads were bad out by now, I was drained, and had just gotten into watching "No Strings Attached". I stayed for the duration of the movie, the kids & I ate there at the Friend's house. And I REALLY enjoyed the distraction.
By the time I got back home both Brian and Elvis were on our house phones, talking with Brooklyn - a lovely gal we know via Twitter - and Elvis was smiling & having a good time again. The distraction really helped.
I got the kids to bed, Brian went to bed, I continued talking with Elvis & Brooklyn. After Brooklyn had to get off the phone to go to sleep Elvis asked me to stay up & talk with him. He shed some more tears, I attempted to reassure him that the protective order was really not that big of a deal. Yes, she'd told some grand stories, but whatever, it wasn't the end of the world.
He seemed to be doing better, seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and I did pass out there on the loveseat.
Continued.
From a Blue Clear Sky
Continued from here. To start from the beginning go here.
January 12 - Early morning.
Actually that's not true. It was cloudy, overcast, and a drizzly miserable type of day.
Elvis had finally fallen asleep, for the first time in days it seemed and so I was able to also catch a nap. Of course I slept on the loveseat because Brian & Mikaila were all over my bed, but I seem to sleep better semi-sitting anyways thanks to sinus crap issues...
Around 8am Elvis wanted to take my car to the store to put some gas in it for me & pick up some cigarettes. A reasonable request since we were near the bottom of the 3rd tank of gas in my car since the 7th and icy/snowy weather was predicted for the evening and I still had to get out later, after I got Mikaila on the bus, to get groceries and I had a doctor's appointment.
At 8:12 Detective Slip knocked on my door. Elvis had parked his Saleen out front, it's also a quite distinguishable vehicle...only one of 100 or so built with a big sticker across the front windshield that says Saleen.
It's also important to know I live maybe 1.5 miles from the county sheriff's office & the road my house sits on is the main cut-thru for all the cops. Shift changes occur at 8am, 3pm, and 11pm. I know this because at those hours there is no shortage, whatsoever, of cops driving by.
Detective Slip asked me if I knew whose vehicle that was sitting in my yard. Of course I looked at him like he was stupid for asking. Of course I know who has parked their vehicle in my driveway. If I didn't they would have already known about it.
I told him yes, it's Elvis's. He then called over his radio as he explained to me that the Saleen had been reported as stolen. Then he asked if Elvis was there and I explained he'd left to put gas in my car, etc and should be back in the next 10 minutes or so. He asked me to call Elvis to come back ASAP. As I was on the phone with Elvis Detective Slip asked me if I could get into the vehicle & show him the registration paperwork, etc since I'd already mentioned that Brian & Elvis had just gone the morning before to get it insured, registered, etc...
I'm roughly 3 paces behind Detective Slip as Officer Friendly pulls into my drive and I'm on the phone with Elvis, finding out he's just at the bottom of the hill, so will be here in a minute...when it happens. Detective Slip goes to step down onto the 2nd step of the deck, towards the 2nd level of the deck and lands HARD. His back hits squarely across the 3 steps that are there..and I slightly cuss. I know the deck is like a skating rink when it's even slightly wet. I hadn't had time to tell Detective Slip to be careful before he fell, and of course Officer Friendly had already gotten out of his car & was headed to the house when it happened.
Officer Friendly does the GENIUS thing and calls in over his radio "Officer Down, We need an ambulance".
Remember...we live about 1.5 miles from the Sheriff's department?
Elvis pulls into the driveway. Officer Friendly has made it to Detective Slip. And then 6 more officers show up....just as my mail lady delivers the mail.
Of course I also live in a SMALL community and nothing happens that everyone doesn't know about...and I was on overload at that moment.
I went back inside as Elvis grabbed his paperwork on the Saleen & dealt with the officers outside. Afterall Mikaila was still home and there was really nothing I could do about any of it.
I posted to my Facebook wall for my landlady, etc that would hear about it to not worry about all the cops & ambulance at my house. It was just a simple case of an officer slipping down the steps & a 2nd officer calling it in as "Officer Down". Nothing to worry about.
Within another 20 minutes Detective Slip was hauled off in the ambulance & all but Officer Friendly left. Since it was raining I invited him in to talk with Elvis & to take Elvis's statement. All of Elvis's paperwork checked out on the Saleen. Officer Friendly left with a handshake off to save the day elsewhere.
And all was calm....
Continued
January 12 - Early morning.
Actually that's not true. It was cloudy, overcast, and a drizzly miserable type of day.
Elvis had finally fallen asleep, for the first time in days it seemed and so I was able to also catch a nap. Of course I slept on the loveseat because Brian & Mikaila were all over my bed, but I seem to sleep better semi-sitting anyways thanks to sinus crap issues...
Around 8am Elvis wanted to take my car to the store to put some gas in it for me & pick up some cigarettes. A reasonable request since we were near the bottom of the 3rd tank of gas in my car since the 7th and icy/snowy weather was predicted for the evening and I still had to get out later, after I got Mikaila on the bus, to get groceries and I had a doctor's appointment.
At 8:12 Detective Slip knocked on my door. Elvis had parked his Saleen out front, it's also a quite distinguishable vehicle...only one of 100 or so built with a big sticker across the front windshield that says Saleen.
It's also important to know I live maybe 1.5 miles from the county sheriff's office & the road my house sits on is the main cut-thru for all the cops. Shift changes occur at 8am, 3pm, and 11pm. I know this because at those hours there is no shortage, whatsoever, of cops driving by.
Detective Slip asked me if I knew whose vehicle that was sitting in my yard. Of course I looked at him like he was stupid for asking. Of course I know who has parked their vehicle in my driveway. If I didn't they would have already known about it.
I told him yes, it's Elvis's. He then called over his radio as he explained to me that the Saleen had been reported as stolen. Then he asked if Elvis was there and I explained he'd left to put gas in my car, etc and should be back in the next 10 minutes or so. He asked me to call Elvis to come back ASAP. As I was on the phone with Elvis Detective Slip asked me if I could get into the vehicle & show him the registration paperwork, etc since I'd already mentioned that Brian & Elvis had just gone the morning before to get it insured, registered, etc...
I'm roughly 3 paces behind Detective Slip as Officer Friendly pulls into my drive and I'm on the phone with Elvis, finding out he's just at the bottom of the hill, so will be here in a minute...when it happens. Detective Slip goes to step down onto the 2nd step of the deck, towards the 2nd level of the deck and lands HARD. His back hits squarely across the 3 steps that are there..and I slightly cuss. I know the deck is like a skating rink when it's even slightly wet. I hadn't had time to tell Detective Slip to be careful before he fell, and of course Officer Friendly had already gotten out of his car & was headed to the house when it happened.
Officer Friendly does the GENIUS thing and calls in over his radio "Officer Down, We need an ambulance".
Remember...we live about 1.5 miles from the Sheriff's department?
Elvis pulls into the driveway. Officer Friendly has made it to Detective Slip. And then 6 more officers show up....just as my mail lady delivers the mail.
Of course I also live in a SMALL community and nothing happens that everyone doesn't know about...and I was on overload at that moment.
I went back inside as Elvis grabbed his paperwork on the Saleen & dealt with the officers outside. Afterall Mikaila was still home and there was really nothing I could do about any of it.
I posted to my Facebook wall for my landlady, etc that would hear about it to not worry about all the cops & ambulance at my house. It was just a simple case of an officer slipping down the steps & a 2nd officer calling it in as "Officer Down". Nothing to worry about.
Within another 20 minutes Detective Slip was hauled off in the ambulance & all but Officer Friendly left. Since it was raining I invited him in to talk with Elvis & to take Elvis's statement. All of Elvis's paperwork checked out on the Saleen. Officer Friendly left with a handshake off to save the day elsewhere.
And all was calm....
Continued
The Storm Appears to be Calming.
Continued from here. To start from the beginning go here.
January 11.
I had not yet gone to bed yet by around 1am when the phone call came. Elvis was back in Tennessee, outside the house even. I let him in, we talked, I made coffee, got Brian up, they talked...then went to go to Prissy's house, because she is up super early to go to work...she wasn't home.
He tried his key. The locks had already been changed. They came back to the house to wait for morning.
Elvis wanted to put Brian's name on the title of the Saleen, since he was still convinced that he wasn't able to get it registered in his name. We finally reviewed the bill of sale, the title, etc and decided he had all the paperwork, except insurance and the title of the Saleen wasn't totally right. Prissy had double printed her name on the title, as opposed to signing & printing.
It should have clicked around then that this wasn't going to be all that easy...but it didn't...and everyone was operating on exhaustion fumes.
Brian & Elvis left out right before 8am, went to the insurance company, put insurance on the Saleen. Left from there with all paperwork to go get it registered & tagged. At the tag agency they said that the title wouldn't work because it wasn't signed, only double printed...they marked a spot on the title & from there went to where Prissy worked to have her sign it. Headed to the post office to get the needed change of address, so that he could put in that he was living at our place, which was a possibility at the time - we have space here, so it wouldn't have been an issue.
I just know that by around 11am they were both back here, with the Saleen & it's shiny new tag. All is well that ends well...right?
The rest of the evening progressed fairly peacefully.
Brian went to bed early since he had to be at work early the next morning, I stayed up, talking with Elvis, giving him a shoulder to cry on, etc. back & forth on Twitter & Facebook & all that, hoping he'd go to sleep.
Around 2am he remembered that he knew Prissy's email log-in information & asked me to assist him in getting into it since he isn't totally secure with it.
I logged in. It was mainly junk crap. Crap where she'd applied for jobs...and then there were two...
Two that were sent at around 3am the morning of the 9th.
Both from Tim.
Stupid mushy gushy stuff...he even called her a cream puff...who in the world calls a 45 year old woman cream puff...and what 45 year old woman enjoys being called a cream puff? Of course Tim also mentioned enjoying his weekend with her ...and that he had a plan they needed to get started so that they could be together 24/7.
That was 3am on the 9th. She works from about 3am until around noon. The threatening texts started being sent to Elvis at around 1 or 2pm on the 10th.
hmmm...suspicious much?
It is also safe to say that I did not get any sleep that night. So at this time I had a restless night of sleep on the 4th...between the 5th & now 11th at this time I have had a whole total of almost 8 hours of sleep...the longest stretch of sleep being the morning at my mother's, for about 3 hours.
Continued
January 11.
I had not yet gone to bed yet by around 1am when the phone call came. Elvis was back in Tennessee, outside the house even. I let him in, we talked, I made coffee, got Brian up, they talked...then went to go to Prissy's house, because she is up super early to go to work...she wasn't home.
He tried his key. The locks had already been changed. They came back to the house to wait for morning.
Elvis wanted to put Brian's name on the title of the Saleen, since he was still convinced that he wasn't able to get it registered in his name. We finally reviewed the bill of sale, the title, etc and decided he had all the paperwork, except insurance and the title of the Saleen wasn't totally right. Prissy had double printed her name on the title, as opposed to signing & printing.
It should have clicked around then that this wasn't going to be all that easy...but it didn't...and everyone was operating on exhaustion fumes.
Brian & Elvis left out right before 8am, went to the insurance company, put insurance on the Saleen. Left from there with all paperwork to go get it registered & tagged. At the tag agency they said that the title wouldn't work because it wasn't signed, only double printed...they marked a spot on the title & from there went to where Prissy worked to have her sign it. Headed to the post office to get the needed change of address, so that he could put in that he was living at our place, which was a possibility at the time - we have space here, so it wouldn't have been an issue.
I just know that by around 11am they were both back here, with the Saleen & it's shiny new tag. All is well that ends well...right?
The rest of the evening progressed fairly peacefully.
Brian went to bed early since he had to be at work early the next morning, I stayed up, talking with Elvis, giving him a shoulder to cry on, etc. back & forth on Twitter & Facebook & all that, hoping he'd go to sleep.
Around 2am he remembered that he knew Prissy's email log-in information & asked me to assist him in getting into it since he isn't totally secure with it.
I logged in. It was mainly junk crap. Crap where she'd applied for jobs...and then there were two...
Two that were sent at around 3am the morning of the 9th.
Both from Tim.
Stupid mushy gushy stuff...he even called her a cream puff...who in the world calls a 45 year old woman cream puff...and what 45 year old woman enjoys being called a cream puff? Of course Tim also mentioned enjoying his weekend with her ...and that he had a plan they needed to get started so that they could be together 24/7.
That was 3am on the 9th. She works from about 3am until around noon. The threatening texts started being sent to Elvis at around 1 or 2pm on the 10th.
hmmm...suspicious much?
It is also safe to say that I did not get any sleep that night. So at this time I had a restless night of sleep on the 4th...between the 5th & now 11th at this time I have had a whole total of almost 8 hours of sleep...the longest stretch of sleep being the morning at my mother's, for about 3 hours.
Continued
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