#TrueStory: In high school, I was stalked by 4 of my best friends (pt. 4)

Part 4 .... fuuuucckkkk me in the goat ass. Alrite, spit it out Jen.

Here we go ...

If you haven't caught up, here's part one, part two, and part three. Basically, I was the first person in Connecticut to get a restraining order in a non-sexual relationship. Not something I'm exactly going to get a plaque for and put on my wall, but considering in a week I will be back in CT, this is something I wanted to address.

There's only one song I can hear while writing this ...

The bass gets closer and closer - I didn't even have to continue to look, I knew it was her, and I knew she was coming to kick my ass.

I RUNNNNNNNNNNNN out of the library, make a mad dash through the living and dining room and SLAM the front door locking both of the locks.

I run down the hall - Mom! She's here! Amber is here! Mom - she is going to kick my ass.

What, Jennifer?! What did you do?!

Mom, we finally had it out. She knows that I've been trying to distance myself from her; Sarah set me up.

My mom immediately goes into protective mama lion mode and stops what she is doing. A cub needs protecting. (PS. you can do a lot of things to my mom in life - but don't fuck with her kids. She will eat you alive ... like seriously. Vicious woman. HIZZUAH!)

I hear Amber's car door open, and slam.

JENNIFER DOROTHY FRIEL. GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! She screams. (And yes, my middle name is Dorothy. BIITTCHIINNN!!!)

JENNIFER DOROTHY FRIEL. GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!

JENNIFER DOROTHY FRIEL. GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!

Over ... and over ... and over ... walking towards the door, and then trying to peer into the windows.

My mom goes towards the front door, I try to stop her.

MOM! Leave her be! Please please please let's just call the police or something. Mom, she's crazy - you should have heard her on the phone, please don't do it. Just, don't do it.

Shut up, Jennifer. I'm going to settle this. She can't keep screaming, the neighbors will complain.

My mom opens the front door to my horror, but locks the screen door. (FTR our screen door wasn't like a normal person's screen door - this is Connecticut, that thing was like a friggen steel gate of awesome. Super posh, and had uber strong locks on it. Fort Knox, bitches!)

Amber, sweetie, I need you to calm down. Jen can't see you right now because you're so upset. I need you to calm down, and when you're ready get back in your car and go home, sweetie. (GO MOM GO!)

I was literally hiding behind her reminiscent of me being 6 and hiding behind her skirt, or hiding under her comforter because the boogie monster was going to get me. Dudes, I'd MUCH rather face the fucking boogie monster than this bitch. I'd take an eternity covered in snot than 5 minutes outside with Amber. There was not a SHADOW of a doubt in my mind she was going to fuck me up.

Mrs. Friel - you need to back off and let your daughter deal with her problems. You can't speak for her forever, she's going to have to grow up.

Yes, Amber, you're right - but right now, you're on our property, and I'm no longer asking you, I am telling you to calm down and leave.

Mrs. Friel ... she steps closer to the front door, BRING YOUR DAUGHTER OUT HERE NOW AND I WILL FUCKING LEAVE.

You leave me no choice Amber. I am going to have to call the police.

FINE! GO AHEAD! AT LEAST SHE'LL HAVE TO COME OUTSIDE TO TALK TO THEM. I'M GONNA FUCK HER SHIT UP!

My mom goes over to the kitchen and dials 911.

To the 911 operator: Hi, I have a disturbance to report. My daughter's best friend is going through some issues right now, and the two girls are having a big fight, and now she won't leave our property. Can you please send someone over just to get her to leave? I don't want her arrested - I just want her to leave the property so she can calm down.

Operator: We'll send someone right over.

Amber meanwhile continues to scream obscenities at the top of her lungs. You're such a fucking slut, way to hide behind your mom you fucking dirty bitch.

Tangent: Girls are so weird when it comes to fighting. They just don't play well with others - like at all. Really, a slut? And a dirty bitch? I was such a prude. At least go for something good. Call me a loaner, call me a loser, I dunno - but slut? 0 brownie points on that one.

A solid 20 minutes goes by before the police arrive. Two female officers approach Amber.

She screams - OH NICE ONE!!! Wow, Jen, you REALLY can't handle your problems can you? Just get out here and fucking face me. Let's just get this over with - she screams to the front door.

The officers ask her to leave, as my mom opens the front door again standing, watching. 

Ma'am, we are going to ask you to leave right now. You are trespassing and disturbing the peace, this is grounds for arrest if you do not leave immediately.

My mom pipes up, I don't want her arrested - I just want her gone.

Ma'am - the officer says to my mother, let us handle this please.

Just please don't arrest her, she repeats.

MA'AM! Get inside.

My mom closes the front door, I remain on the ground next to it, shaking.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

Amber then proceeded to get in her car after the officers were literally about to slap cuffs on her. My mom got her wish of Amber not being arrested, something she would later regret.

::Breathe Jen, Breathe:: BLLLLAHHH I hate this story ... People don't understand that stalkers don't just affect you, it affects your whole family. Keep on truckin, keep on truckin Jen.

I don't remember much from that evening, I just remember sobbing uncontrollably in my room. How could Sarah have done that to me? WHYYYYYY did she set me up like that?!?! Does she not understand how fragile Amber is!!! She was going through so so much with her family, this was the absolutely last thing I ever wanted to do to her.

I turned on my computer, logged onto AOL, and aimlessly plugged away playing Slingo and PoppIt.

Less than a half hour into me logging in - I get an IM from Amber.

::blue font:: Ur dead.

::red font:: Amber, calm down. I didn't mean for this to happen.

::blue font:: whatever. way 2 hide behind ur mother u stupid bitch.

::red font:: I didn't hide behind my mom - you were being irrational, I couldnt talk to you.

I hear an alert, Sarah signed on.

::red font:: How could you do this to me?

::red font:: I confided in you! I thought you were my friend.

No response.

The AOL door slams, and she logs off.

::blue font:: ur dead, jen. say your fucking prayers you dumb bitch.

Then another alert pops up - it's Valerie.

::blue font:: hahahahaahahahahahahahaahahahahaah wut a dumb beyotch.

::blue font:: we're all gonna come and kick your ass. How culd u do sumethin like that 2 ur friend? supposedly your best friend. how do you live wit yo self?

The IMs that evening didn't stop.

Valerie, and Amber ... back and forth. I started screaming - make them stop. Make them stop. I didn't ask for this, I didn't want this. I was just trying to be a good friend, I just didn't know what to do.

I slid out of my computer chair hysterical and curled into the fetal position.

My parents were in the other room and heard my screams - they comforted me.

My dad hugged me - sweetie, shhhhh it's okay. We love you, it's okay. I'm sorry these girls are doing this to you.

Dad, they're so mean - you should read the things they're saying.

Turn off the computer daughter. Just get off of it, have some tea, and turn on a movie. Things like this blow over, they always do.

Dad, she waited TWO days from that phone call she listened in on. She's plotting something - I know it. She's irrational.

Daughter, take a breather, and quit the drama. You're safe, you're home - we have an alarm, and no one can hurt you. We are here to protect you.

I continued to sob, unable to be consoled.

::sobbing:: whattt didd i dooooo. I only did what I thought was the right thing to do. Why god, why! I didn't ask for this.

I realized in that first AOL IM session that all of the girls had formed an alliance against me. Mandy and Sarah were cheerleaders together, so that one was a no brainer, but because Mandy and Amber were friends to begin with, her and Sarah were now besties, and even though Valerie went to school on the other side of town (summer school is held at one school instead of both), now she was involved.

These were the only close friends I had ever had my entire school career, and now they all hate me. What is WRONG WITH ME!?!?! First my family doesn't like me, (read this post to my grandparents), now this is happening?! I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF.

I AM FUCKING DUMB BITCH.

I screamed some more, clearly not at all caring that anyone in the house could hear. My parents just let me cry, and let me scream it out.

My mom sobbed not knowing what to do. My dad said, you're doing everything right babe. Just let her be. Jen needs to process this.

I passed out on the floor of my bedroom.

Fortunately, a few hours later due to the uncomfortable nature of my sleeping position - I woke up. I had failed to set an alarm, and I had to open at Starbucks the next morning. And when I say morning ... I mean morning. My alarm was set at 3:30 - my butt had to be there at 4:45, that's in the AM peoples.

I went into work that morning and was in a complete haze. I wasn't thinking, I wasn't feeling, I was surprised I was breathing. What is wrong with my life. What is wrong with me. Why don't people like me, rang through over and over in my head.

I have absolutely no friends. At all. They all hate me and have turned against me. My friends ... my friends.

I proceeded to ring up coffee and pastries all morning while holding back tears.

My co-workers could tell something was up, but they had no idea. 

I forget what happened that day, but someone had called out - and I was asked to stay on a few hours later than usual to cover the afternoon rush.

My brain was so out of it anyway, I don't even think I knew how to process the word no, let alone say it.

Fine.

The afternoon marches on. I clean counters, grind coffee, and make small talk with regulars.

At about 2:30pm, the front doors open. I look up, and see Amber, Sarah, and Mandy.

Leave. Now. I say with force.

Hi, Jen! They all start chanting.

How are you? Can we please like have some frappuccino!

I stand my ground. I am not asking you, I am telling you to leave now, before you cause a scene.

You can't make us leave you dumb bitch.

My manager comes out.

I need you to handle this, I say as I walk into the back.

How can I help you girls? He says, calm.

We'd like some Fraps please.

Fine, how many.

3 please. Mocha.

Fine.

He makes the drinks, takes the money from the girls, and then asks them to leave.

You can't make us leave, they demand.

Oh yes I can.

I don't know what is going on, but you're causing a disturbance, and you need to go.

Yeah well your employee is a dumb fucking bitch.

Goodbye girls, I am going to call the police.

They proceed to leave.

My manager comes into the back and sees me sitting on a box of coffee sobbing.

What is going on, Jen? Who are those girls?

They were my friends. I just ... don't know what happened.

I continue to sob.

Go home. We're fine here, we'll get it covered.

I calm myself down, wiping away my tears, and get in my car.

I want to go home ... I want to go home ... just let me be home.

The drive wasn't that far, a mere 2 miles at most - but the girls didn't leave Starbucks that day, they proceed to follow me home driving erratically almost hitting the back of my car. 

BACK OFF!!! I SCREAM INTO THE REAR VIEW MIRROR!!! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL US YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!

I can see the girls all laughing in the car. I am afraid to step on my brakes for fear that they are going to ram right into me.

My eyes so filled with tears, I am barely able to see where I am going.

I pull onto my street, and the girls drive off honking and flipping me off.

I pull into the driveway, run into the house as fast as my legs would carry me, and call my dad at work.

We have to do something - they're not stopping.

Have you just tried talking to them, Jen.

YES dad! They are fucking irrational, and I don't know what to do. They aren't stopping.

My dad, being a corporate lawyer, advised me that there was nothing I could do.

But dad, they're chasing me on the streets! How is this not illegal?

Daughter, just calm down. I will talk to you when I get home. ENOUGH already with this drama.

I hang up the phone in tears knowing that this wasn't just a "spat" and this wasn't just "girls being girls" - this felt different; something in my soul and something in my core could feel it ... these girls were evil, and I had no idea what they were capable of. 

I log onto AOL, and the IMs continue moments later. 

Amber and Valerie ... then Valerie ... then just Amber.

Sarah even chimed in laughing, and had other friends of hers IM me saying they had heard that I was a slut and they could come by for a good time.

I blocked everyone. I couldn't even believe what I was reading.

BLOCK.

BLOCK.

BLOCK. BLOCK. BLOCK

Are you sure? pops up on the screen.

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then, the emails start.

Email, after email. Over and over. You're dead. We're coming for you, when you least expect it.

Their screen names, their friends screen names, straight up strangers were involved at this point threatening me. I couldn't believe how many people were involved at this point and hell bent on seeing me dead or at least harmed greatly.

When we're done with you your parents won't recognize you, you dumb bitch!

You've got mail.

You've got mail.

You've got mail.

Over ... and over ... and over ... and over ...

You've got hate.

You've got hate.

You've got hate.

I put my hands up to the monitor - JUST STOP IT!! JUST STOP IT!!!!

The girls all change their AOL profiles to post really profane things about me. To this day, I can't remember exactly what it said - I was just so mortified. They're attacking me in cyber space too? Who does this?

I turn off the computer while sobbing to my parents who were still at work, mom and dad - I need help. 

I'm scared. I'm so scared.

Alrite, taking a break here. Next up, the harassment continues, and did I mention that when I tried to get away from the girls, the house I stayed in got broken into? Yep. The robbers had really really really badddddddd timing.

#staytuned

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Clarification: Sarah came to my high school after transfering from the other town high school in junior year. Summer school however, is a combination of both town high schools in one class. So like for example, I took senior english during the summer, so it was 1 senior english class offered throughout the entire town's public school system. Get it? So Valerie didn't even go to my school - at all. She knew Sarah because they had gone to middle school and what not together, and then they reunited in summer school when we all started hanging out.

I never liked Valerie. She just always seemed ... off. I didn't wish ill of her, whatever, I was grateful for the friends in general.

But yeah, she didn't even go to my high school and she only started to harass me to jump on the bandwagon. YAYYY!! =) But don't worry, she got arrested too.