It would be a month maybe longer before I'd bump into Jessica again this time she's with Cat who has a grip on her arm Walmart Security taking a suspected shoplifter in for questioning.
I'm inside with Mrs. Cedar when I see a young man and not Jessica approach my car and leave a brown napkin under the windshield wiper.
A half hour later the napkin reads "can you email me the website for the Yorkie rescue place. Pleeeeeze! Jessica" with her gmail addy.
I'm not in the habit of emailing teenage girls. It takes me a week to respond. When I do it is from my company email with no so much as hi, just the web address: YorkieRescue.Com
A month later I get an email that says "Thank You soooo much I found a Yorkie to rescue and I'm going to pick her up in Raleigh on Saturday.
Included is a facebook link with a dozen pictures of furry cuteness. And sure enough within a week there are dozens of photos of a little Yorkie named Boo.
Boo lived about five months before she found him dead in her parents back yard. During this time I have no contact with Jessica, a random facebook post would show up in my newsfeed. All seemed well, but the photo of her and Cat seemed off.
Somehow I sensed not all was well, not that they didn't look like an openly gay couple, just that they didn't seem to click. Her facebook posts stopped after her RIP Boo photo.
A month later she posted a comment on a photo of my two labs. I commented back and a day later a massive long email showed up.
"I need some advice and I don't trust my friends or family"...... the rest of the email I'll just truncate to these facts, Cat had killed her dog, her relationship with Cat began as a dare, and she felt compelled to have their relationship out of peer pressure, in order to fit in with her friends. She had a "real boyfriend" but everyone hated him. But Cat was abusive and controlling, Jessica says she had once broke off the relationship only to be beaten so badly by Cat that she missed nearly two weeks of school. She didn't want the cops or her parents involved but wanted to end the relationship with Cat somehow. But she feared rejection from her friends and didn't want to be alone.
The last part was a cry for help that I didn't recognize "I've thought about killing myself to be with Boo" but can't afford to buy enough drugs lol"
More....
(Cedar Update: The more never came. I ran out of words. Now ten years later I'm still haunted by what I saw, what I know, what I should have done. When I was in high school there were no gays, no dikes, no trans, no non binary or any other bull shit. Just normal boys, who liked girls, and girls who like boys. The greatest peer pressure in high school was to "do it" and then tell about it. What have we done to our children?)
I took the random posts and put them here in one place year it happened. I have photos of Jessica and Boo and of Cat. I will not post. But I can't delete them. I didn't know Jessica and might have spoken to her parents once in the grocery store. I've never seen an obituary, didn't attend a funeral or memorial service.