For anyone that is interested, this is the letter drafted and send to the Palm Springs Police Chief David Dominguez at the time as well as members of the Palm Springs City Council. This is something that I felt very strongly about. When you are a victim of a crime that Lori has committed, she is constantly nagging you about reporting it. "They'll never believe you" or "While you were knocked out we put a minor in bed with you and took pictures", so you know she has done this before.
Here's the thing, this makes it look like I waited a month to report the rape. That isn't true and I told Officer Fieux at this interview that I had been to the hospital with two MRI's and the second time, three or four days after the rape, I reported it to the emergency room. I brought my bloody clothes with me and everything. The first MRI, I didn't report the rape because I honestly did not know what happened...I was still unclear. When my rear end was still bleeding and it felt like my head was exploding, I went back without Steven. I was waiting for officers for a long time. They never showed. However, Lori's uncle and nephew showed up at the emergency room with my sister. I didn't even call them. I think Lori did.
Here are the MRI's and I am certain that for some reason the doctor didn't look at them because she showed me an xray instead of the live MRI tape. What I saw was someone else's head. I knew that later because of all my dental work. I didn't see that in the xray, but when I saw the MRI's years later, it stood out.
These first two pictures were taken around 7pm on 10/3/07. These came from the second visit to the Emergency room and you can see why I reported the rape when you see the pictures below these. The brain has been swelling for days after the rape and it is pushing my skull apart. The first visit was on Sept 29, 2020. You can see the break between my eyes and how off centered my teeth were after being beaten and my nose is obviously broken in the Sept.29 pictures.
From the top of my head, to between my eyes, my nose, my teeth...one of which came out a few days later... any ER doctor could have seen that I was involved in a bad beating. These are the first MRI's from right after the rape.
So between the hospital's MRI's and the time that I reported the rape at my home, I'd been to the hospital twice and I'd heard Lori telling me that she'd photographed me that morning of the rape with a child in bed with me. I obviously had no memory of the rape, so I though she was lying, but later, I would see this picture in my mail box and this one online.
This was the postcard I got in the mail after I reported the rape. A photograph of my face being punched out. This could only have been taken during the rape. There is another photo from then too. So my point is that when Lori said she took pictures of me with a little boy when I was knocked out and she would show them, I took this as a warning. There is another photo that I've seen too. Both morphed so I don't look exactly like myself, but I know what I look like.
So what you can see is how this rape happened. I went to my boyfriends home and his friend came by and asked if one of us could take his neighbor to the airport. I thought Palm Springs and said, "Yes", but when I found out it was Ontario, I asked Steven, my then boyfriend if he wouldn't mind since I didn't know the guy. Steven did.
I went to bed. Wasn't on drugs. Woke up and Steven was gone. It was like afternoon and I was bleeding. The blood looked like it was brown and coagulated, not fresh. Ladies, you know what fresh blood looks like? Mine looked like the skin off of cooked brown gravy. I was in pain. Naked, but went to bed clothed. My jewelry was gone. I pulled on my jeans and bled into them. I couldn't figure out anything. My immediate thought was that Steven wasn't home still and he was the last person I saw. When he got back, I asked him what happened, I showed him the blood, and he said nothing. I grabbed my stuff, put on some underwear and shorts, still bleeding and went home.
Two days later, I went to the E.R. I believe that whatever they gave me that knocked me out, numbed my head injuries for about a half a day. Once that wore off, I was in dire need of a hospital and I had Steven take me. I even told him in the next few days that I was reporting a rape. I knew in my heart he didn't do it, but he had to be investigated. He never said anything but, "That's a good idea, report it."
After two visits to the E.R. that yielded no results, my sister had spoken to Bryan Anderson and he suggested I call for someone to take my report at home. That was after about a month of trying to heal my head with ice. I was broke because Lori had gotten me fired from Two Bunch Palms after I got a promotion. So basically I laid there until I felt like I could move. Officer Kelley Fieux showed up with other officers to take my report and they searched my home for drugs...which was odd. You can read how the rest went.
Oh yeah, at one point, the officer told me that he'd called the hospital and they told him I'd reported being in an auto accident. I didn't even drive. I never said anything like that, so I was sure he was in on it.
The next night I was arrested in my neighbor's home and taken to jail naked and the next morning I was arrested again for trying to deliver mail to my boyfriend's landlord and him in the hospital. I had permission to be there, it was only a quarter mile from police headquarters. I'd been on that property a million times but this time, Lori called the police. Arrested two times the day after reporting my rape to Kelley Fieux.
This is what that time period was like.
