“Thud, thud, thud” was the sound followed by a mother’s worst nightmare. It was late in the night and I was laying down to go to bed, when my mother’s worse nightmare was about to begin, but this wasn’t just my mother’s nightmare, it was also mine. It was a nightmare I had lived for almost three months before working up the courage to speak up- I wouldn’t even consider it courage, it just had gotten to the point where I couldn’t face the darkness alone. I had realized I was never going to wake up from this nightmare on my own. One night when I was picking out my outfit for school the next day, why I did? I don’t know, because later on that outfit didn’t matter. As I had finished picking out my outfit, my phone rang, being on vibrate I didn’t
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I’ve always been notorious for answering calls from numbers I didn’t know, because you never know what it could be. They had called about 12 times before I actually answered and when I finally answered, the person on the other end was my worst nightmare. I didn’t even have to ask who it was, because I could tell who it was when the loud, very angry, manly voice took over the phone. I quickly hung up the phone but that didn’t matter because he just called and called right back. He called about 8 times before I answered and finally the ninth time he called I answered and yelled “LEAVE ME ALONE CREEP!” He just laughed and finally responds “Now why would I do that? You’re mine. You better behave or I’ll hurt your family” but that’s not all he had to say during that phone call, I learned all he knew about me. He knew things about me that I had no clue how you learn about a stranger and still have no idea where he learned this information. The only thing I believed the man knew about me was my phone number and details of my family you could learn from Facebook. That wasn’t it though, I learned that night on the phone he knew so much more, he knew- where I lived, where I went to school, and my class schedule, details of my family not posted on …show more content…
That’s when I broke down crying, throwing my phone and began screaming “Mom, mom, mom…” in just terror. My mom came sprinting down the stairs and asking what happened. She found me crouched down in front of the wall next to my bed, just hysterically crying and shaking. I couldn’t even answer the question, all I could do was point at my phone. My mom picked up my phone, to this day I have no idea what was said, but she quickly hung up the phone. She told me to put my shoes on, yelled for my dad to come downstairs and told him to call the police station and let them know we’re coming down. That night I sat in the police station feeling so small and so scared, I’ve never struggled more in my life to tell a story. It all started with a Facebook request and like a dumb kid just looking for more likes and more Facebook friends to look cool, I’d accept any friend request. Facebook likes were definitely what I received when I accepted his request, followed by a message that I never responded to. Over the week the messages just kept pouring in with graphic, degrading messages. At this point I was a target of sexual harassment, stalking and his
I’ve always been notorious for answering calls from numbers I didn’t know, because you never know what it could be. They had called about 12 times before I actually answered and when I finally answered, the person on the other end was my worst nightmare. I didn’t even have to ask who it was, because I could tell who it was when the loud, very angry, manly voice took over the phone. I quickly hung up the phone but that didn’t matter because he just called and called right back. He called about 8 times before I answered and finally the ninth time he called I answered and yelled “LEAVE ME ALONE CREEP!” He just laughed and finally responds “Now why would I do that? You’re mine. You better behave or I’ll hurt your family” but that’s not all he had to say during that phone call, I learned all he knew about me. He knew things about me that I had no clue how you learn about a stranger and still have no idea where he learned this information. The only thing I believed the man knew about me was my phone number and details of my family you could learn from Facebook. That wasn’t it though, I learned that night on the phone he knew so much more, he knew- where I lived, where I went to school, and my class schedule, details of my family not posted on …show more content…
That’s when I broke down crying, throwing my phone and began screaming “Mom, mom, mom…” in just terror. My mom came sprinting down the stairs and asking what happened. She found me crouched down in front of the wall next to my bed, just hysterically crying and shaking. I couldn’t even answer the question, all I could do was point at my phone. My mom picked up my phone, to this day I have no idea what was said, but she quickly hung up the phone. She told me to put my shoes on, yelled for my dad to come downstairs and told him to call the police station and let them know we’re coming down. That night I sat in the police station feeling so small and so scared, I’ve never struggled more in my life to tell a story. It all started with a Facebook request and like a dumb kid just looking for more likes and more Facebook friends to look cool, I’d accept any friend request. Facebook likes were definitely what I received when I accepted his request, followed by a message that I never responded to. Over the week the messages just kept pouring in with graphic, degrading messages. At this point I was a target of sexual harassment, stalking and his