There were so many things that Bessie could have done. So many opportunities to save my family from heartache and pain. So many chances to stop Lori LaFond from hurting me, my sister, my brother in law and others. She simply just didn't care. She knew what Lori did, she is from a military family that implanted her, she knew Lori wasn't supposed to be using this system, but all the time, she just kept her mouth shut and let us suffer, over and over again.
It was her friend, Missy Erickson, that, after my brutal gay bashing, took the MRI's from the hospital radiology box and gave them to Lori to look at her handy work. Honestly, what is more sick than that. Lori didn't just want to smash my skull and beat my brains out of my head, she wanted a memento of the occasion. She was so proud of herself for having beaten, nearly to death, the person whose life she'd ruined many times before. She'd already killed my brother in law. Had already broken into my sister's home and stolen my nieces' clothes, jewelry, and underwear. She'd already listened into a psychology appointment I had after being shot, and called my boss to tell him what she'd learned. No, this time, she got to show me "who the boss was" in Palm Springs, California.
Then, once the initial MRI was stolen and my brain pulled apart my scalp with excruciating pain as it pushed its way into my ear canals...Missy went and stole them again. Lori wanted to see how far the damage she caused had progressed. This could easily and likely ended in a stroke, embolism, aneurism or something that caused my death because the Emergency room refused to admit me based on my rapists phone calls to the ER. A cop never even showed. I was sent home without any medication or admission to the hospital to cure my own broken skull with a bag of ice and one aspirin. Nothing more. It would take almost a month for a police officer to take my report and that interview was like another gay bashing. The next day, Lori and her friends had me arrested twice.
Bessie Smith saw all of this. She was willing to let me die even though she knew my skull was smashed and had another friend that had to go to a different hospital when the same thing happened to her. Bessie did nothing, she froze. But she didn't freeze when I put a team together that included the son of a Hollywood producer, no, then she sprinted to his front door to claim that she was a "friend of my family" and here to help. Except she didn't. She brought Missy Erickson who is notorious for telling people not to help me ever. It took all of one day for Bessie to go from "I'm here to help" to "help me only." That's fucking bullshit.
Then her friend, Missy, stalked me to Arizona and fooled my own team into believing that she would be somehow helpful by attending my own vacation with my friends...who she threatened. Two boys, at the time, 12 and 13, boys that had been previously raped and infected and forgotten by the PSPD, were raped again on that trip. A vacation meant to celebrate friendship and thankfulness, right after the Police Chief told me he would not pursue a rape investigation because he lied about the crime lab results, turned into a nightmare for two more of Lori's victims. Now they are 22 and 23, watching Jeffrey defend the very girls that put their lives in danger. Oh, Missy will whine and cry about how she was knocked out too, but she is the person that bailed Lori out under a false name knowing it would free her to harass and possibly rape them again. Don't feel sorry for her, feel sorry for them.
After that, Bessie then approached my sister about stealing the money that my mom and I secreted away from everyone. How Bessie knew it was there is obvious, she spied on my thinking. She took it and it will never be returned. She showed zero remorse for me, my mom or my sister. She just did it to hurt me again.
I've had to learn to hate her. I never could have before. I had to learn to harden my broken heart piece at a time knowing it will never be fixed completely. She trampled on what was left of my mom as a non-Alzheimer's victim, I'll never have that mom back again.
Bessie taught me how to hate...it's an unbelievably difficult thing for me to feel. She did it because she knew that I would have to deal with her being the person that robbed my sister, my mom and me. She knew that my sister would work on me, but that isn't going to change me. I will be offended by it. She never cared about anything Lori did to me or my family. I feel zero sympathy or empathy for her. She could easily have had Lori caught. She liked this lifestyle and used it to gain whatever she wanted as long as she used my family as a bargaining chip.
This is not all her fault, but there is a lot of what happened that could have been easily avoided if not for Bessie's friendship with Missy. Even now she won't turn Missy in for plotting to steal this money or for stealing my MRI's or for telling her "not to get involved" when my brother in law was being targeted for death. No, she wants someone else to do it for her.
I am not that person. My sister is not that person. Jeffrey is not that person.
I feel no remorse for the path she chose and for the penalties that will surely follow.
