Let’s go over the facts and see if we can’t uncover the truth. Ryan moved the money from Leah’s accounting software, either because he knew it was to supposed to be there or because he stole it from Leah, who it didn’t belong to. Griffin was sent to boy’s academy to stop him from continuing to molest me. If Ryan knew that the money wasn’t Leah’s and that griffin was molesting me, by default the money should have been returned to me. Notebooked or because it was notebooked illegally to begin with.  

They sent him using my scholarship, which they unjustly stole from me. Neither Ryan or Levi was in the eighth grade. The teacher’s aide was an incoming teacher the following year, a Miss Zimmora.  She had her monogram on her handkerchief, FAZ.  She used it twice during the four hour test period. It was embroidered in pink with lace on the outside trim.  We had a conversation about it because I loved monograms and customized anything. I asked if her first name was Anne.  She looked at me surprised and worry creased her brow, as she said it was her middle name and began to ask how I’d known.  I looked at her quizzically just as Levi said it was on her hanky. She realized that was where I’d deduced her middle name from and said she styled it herself and preferred her initials in the order of her full name rather than the middle initial coming first on her monogramed items. I asked if it was still a monogram then.  She said it can be if she so chose.  She smelled like the cleanest laundry I’d ever smelled.  I called her faz the rest of the day.  She looked just like Griffin’s secret identity, Ainsley Greff.  Imagine that!!!

Mark, Laura, and I ALWAYS had the highest scores in our class.  Our entire middle school career.  Every single test, quiz, book report, we were the top three scores.  My grades were faltering, because of the ongoing molestation, which, by all rights, at least one grown up should have picked up on.  I was sleeping through all my classes.  My mom found my sheets covered in a two foot circle of blood stains.  I withdrew from extracurricular  activities.  I was tired all the time.  So how did Ryan know that was what was happening?  And, what sort of cockamamie solution was stealing my 611K USD scholarship and giving to my molester in order to abate the year of trauma I’d been put through?  Surely, he would understand that wouldn’t help me heal, and that I wouldn’t be able to get past what had happened.  Surely, at some point, knowing I’d been rape shamed by my family, the police, everyone who knew, had doubted me.  My attitude and performance got worse and worse: shouldn’t that have been enough to trigger a response? A call to action to help me?? 

Miss Carter left Rockville High just two years later.  Retiring from teaching permanently.  Only to reemerge as an administrator approximately twenty years later. 

Moreover, my mom got robbed by your associates who were impersonating federal officers.  Regardless, if she was involved in the trafficking at that time, no person deserves to be denied life sustaining medications. That’s inhumane in a way I didn’t think existed anywhere in real life. You stole her independence for what Dave did and doomed her to live out her life to almost the very end having to be victimized by him repeatedly.  

Also, the money was in my moms’s secondary checking account. A personal checking account she opened for my business. So, which of us did you pull a notebook on?!

Ryan said he regretted not returning me to my mother when I was kidnapped. Why doesn’t he regret kidnapping an 11 year old boy to begin with? 

And, what sort of apology has zero remorse? They apologized but still don’t regret what they did. That’s a backhanded apology. 

Griffin said Ryan saved him from me. That is not true. Ryan did save me from Griffin, but at what cost?  Was it the most reasonable course of action?  Was it in the best interest of the victim?

I never knew my ex was a junior. Until just now. It’s a presumption but I’d bet the farm on it.