 The Arrest
Part 1-Before the Arrest The Explanation
Part 4-My Side of The Story The Outcome
Part 6-Outcome of the Case
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Part 1 - Before the Arrest My Life
My life actually went downhill long before the February 11th, 1999 arrest. I guess in order to explain how my life went downhill, I should start way back in 1996, the year that I graduated high school. Through school, I was a good student and I took all honors and college level courses. I graduated 21st in my class out of 220-something people, graduated with high honors, and had a 4.6 GPA due to the GPA scale difference which took higher level courses into account. I could have done way better if I hadn't just given up on some of my classes through the years...oh well. I was shy in high school and pretty well liked I guess. I mean, I always considered myself a pretty nice guy. A month after graduating, I started to work at Ponderosa, where I would stay for close to 2 years. I also attended Warren County Community College for a year and 2 months. Everything was going fine and I was making tons of friends at work, enjoying my life.
In August of 1997, I met a girl at work who would later become my girlfriend and break my heart (See Girls, Girls, Girls...). I had done alot for her and actually quit my job so I could spend Valentine's Day with her...big mistake. So, in March of '98, I had no job, no girlfriend, and because she was close with my friends from work, no friends. That began the days of depression. I began to look for new friends, mainly girls because I didn't trust guys. Most of them would end up giving me the shaft and my life was pretty boring. I tried to get working again but I was so unmotivated that I quit jobs a week or two after I started them. In October or November, my sister and I got into a minor arguement where I was hollering at her b/c she was being cocky or something. I put my hand on the top of her head and kept hollering and my mom jumped into it and started pushing me and yelling at me. So I gave her a little shove because she was like right in my face and she lost her balance and twisted her ankle. So my sister grabs the freaking duster thing with the long metal handle and comes running at me with it. On instinct, I gave her a punch in the arm and then stormed out of the house. You know, it was like the only time I had hit her within the 2 years or so prior to that and it was the last time. Everybody gets into minor fights with their brothers and sisters though so it really wasn't a big deal. But around the end of '98, things started to turn around. I met a really nice girl named Korin (Girls Section) and Christmas made me feel a little better.
So '99 came in and everything was going fine. One day, my sister came home from school with a pair of sunglasses on. I saw that she had a black eye and I asked her about it...she said it was from volleyball and even gave me the kid's name who did it...okay. I was just about back on my feet and then one day when my sister left to get her check, a car pulled up outside of my house. A detective and some lady from DYPHUS(sp?) walked up to my door and came in, claiming that someone had contacted them, saying my sister was saying that I was beating her. This caught me totally off guard because I had no clue what they were talking about. They said I gave her the black eye, caused her to go to the hospital, and threatened to kill her when my parents leave for vacation. My sister walked in and the woman took her in one room and questioned her while the detective questioned me in another room. My parents showed up and we told the guy that the black eye was from volleyball, the trip to the hospital was for her to get blood taken, and my parents weren't even going on vacation!!! My sister, in another room, said the exact same things so the two people left and my family and I just thought it was somebody feeding lies to a counselor at school or something.
In early February, my grandmother died and it was a pretty weird situation because I had never known anyone that died before. That same week, I made plans to finally meet Korin, who I had talked to on the net for 2 months. On the day that we met, my sister wanted to use my car and I told her she couldn't because I had plans. It was that simple. My parents were going out to dinner but I left before them to meet Korin, who I was with until about 9 that night. The next night, my sister comes home from work in tears and doesn't say anything to me. She went to her room, grabbed some clothes, and left again-IN MY CAR. I thought she had quit her job or something. Two days later, I wake up and make myself some Spaghetti-Os...the phone rings. Apparently, my sister went to the police and told them I had been beating her for almost 2 months and said I beat her the day I was with Korin...funny how I'm supposed to have been doing this and I'm the last to know about it, huh? The cops came and I didn't get to finish my Spaghetti-Os...damn, and they smelled good too! Relationship With My Sister Actually, up until that day, my sister and I got along pretty well. All when we were growing up, we used to do stuff together and play Nintendo together and stuff. Since '98 or so, we really hadn't seen all that much of one another because we were both busy with our lives. But the times when we did see each other, I think I was a pretty good brother. I mean, I always let her use my car after she got her license. She used it to go to work and to see friends and stuff. Before she had her license and when I had money, I always took her to work, drove her and her friends around, took her out to eat, to amusement parks, etc. This is the payback I get for all of that.
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