A Piece of Reecie

December 27, 2012 2:00 pm

I check into The Referral Center Detox Program (TRC) at 1215 NW 25^th St. Oklahoma City, OK 73106. Having massive panic attacks and not able to drive I ask a friend to drive me. I am dropped off by friend Ray Smiley and his mother who live at (address near Portland and 22^nd) Oklahoma City, OK. Because it is snowing and I don’t want them to walk home I give the keys to his mother and tell her to take care of my 2-door cherry red Mustang. I tell them I will be calling in about 14 days. Ray tells me his phone is not working and that I should give him my phone because I won’t be able to use it anyways and then he will pick me up. Panicky and having black outs I agree.

Upon checking in a blonde haired patient, about 30, named Chastity is the first to comfort me. She shows me where my room is, sits on my bed, tells me her story and she listens to mine. She rubs my shoulder and explains all the rules at TRC. She checks out a day or two later.

Daniel Lee Heflin, 44 checks into TRC less than 24 hours after I do. When he sees me he tells the other patients that he is going to make me his girl. Daniel is polite, caring, and kind and soon becomes my favorite person to talk to. During the course of our treatment Daniel brags about his many houses and cars one being a Hummer, knowing guys lie I didn’t believe him for a second but still liked him as a person. After a few days in treatment and Ray Smiley not answering my phone calls Daniel tells me that Ray on 5 different occasions has sold him stolen cars. He also tells me that Ray tried to sell my car to his brother Tim, but Tim did not buy it. After hearing this I call my Dad to file a police report. Daniel reassures me he will get my car back for me. A few days later I talk to my Dad, he says he contacted Ray’s mother via text and that they would arrange a time to transfer the car. They never called back and my phone was never returned.

January 11, 2013 8:00 am

I complete the program at TRC and I am released. Upon my release I learn that an unknown female and male had been driving my car around and were arrested on Portland Ave. approximately January 5 and the car had been impounded by Arrow Wrecking Service and Auto Auction 700 N. Villa, Oklahoma City, OK (approximately 1.1 miles from the Roadrunner Bar) for a missing tag light. The cost to get the car out was $308.32. The car was totally trashed on the inside. I spend the evening detailing the car and trying to fix the light.

January 12, 2013 10:00 am

Being home for 24 hours now my observations reveal that my dog is extremely on edge, not wanting to play and staying very close to my side barking at Mike all the time and hiding from him. He was under feed and his back bone sticking out. My then current boyfriend Mike Glassgow, age 35 living at 2725 SE 89th Terrace, Oklahoma City, OK had been neglecting and abusing my very small Maltese and Yorky mix puppy, Bam, who was given to me as a Christmas present. Before TRC I witnessed Mike abusing the cat and hamster along with fondling the dog’s penis on more than one occasion then bragging several times about flicking the pink while he peed. He often liked to put his hands on my throat and me this made me highly anxious. The relationship had gone bad. We break up and it is over. I tell him I will pick up my things Monday.

Disgusted and not wanting to be in another violent relationship. I call number one on the TRC men’s list and now best confidant, Daniel Heflin, on the house phone. I grab the dog and hit the road. My replacement phone should have been overnight delivered by January 12 but it had not arrived and it was time for me to leave the duplex before the argument of the animal abuse became any worse. I left with no replacement phone, no phone numbers, just me and the dog and the clothes on my back.

I meet Daniel at the Roadrunner Bar at the corner of Reno and May I had barely enough gas to get there. I was hoping Daniel with his many cars and houses and banks accounts would loan me some money to drive home to Tulsa but he was broke. Instead he offers me a job. I fill out an application and am hired on the spot. The blonde lady named Chastity who was also checked into TRC while I was there (mentioned earlier) tells me she is the hiring manager. She pulls me off to the side and tells me she will be training me behind the bar tonight, but she needed $40 to pay a fine or a warrant will go out for her arrest and she will not be able to train me and the job might be lost. She also tells me she needed an additional $20 to pay for a babysitter or she will not be able to come to work tonight. Just then I remembered Dad had deposited $100 in my bank account for TRC. Happy to help my new boss, we go to the ATM. Forgetting my PIN she comes up with several plans to get the money on a Green Spot Card, making the check to cash or to her directly and cashing it at the grocery store or writing a check over $20 at Wal-Mart. We go to Wal-Mart I write two checks for over $20 totaling $40 and get a gift card for $40 for gas and the babysitter. She tells me she will repay the loan with $100 cash and I tell her $60 even is fine. Then she asks to borrow my car because her car is on empty to pay for the fines. I tell her no but I will be happy to drive her. She then comes up with the idea to put $10 in her tank and $10 in mine. On empty we use the gift card at the gas station to fill up with $10 in gas and head back to work. During the drive she tells me she will give me my own bar key and keys to the club. We go over the prices and talk about how much fun work will be and how much money we will make. When we get there I go to work and she leaves. I don’t see her for days. She never repays the $70 loan.

Back at the bar Daniel explains how all 5 of his houses and cars have been seized by the police and his several bank accounts frozen. I still didn’t believe he had all those things at once but maybe throughout his lifetime he did. We continue hanging out finally being able to be together after our strong connection at TRC. I meet Henry the co-owner of the bar. He likes my car. He wants to take it for a spin but I tell him the tag light is out. I have replacement bulbs in the glove box and he fixes the light in a few minutes. He and Daniel take the car for a ride and as they leave Henry says the car will go to the $10,000 Daniel owes him. I thought he was joking. Daniel tells me to hang out with Melanie the other co-owner as she pays the rent and takes inventory. I watch how the juke-box and pools tables are emptied for money and how the paper work is filled out and organized. I meet the landlord and watch Melanie set up the bar. Thought the week Daniel and I discuss the bars legal licensing and I offer to help the establishment with this paper work. The day passes and Chastity never returns to work so I don’t get trained behind the bar that night and I make no money. So Daniel takes me to Dusty’s house at (address is in the first police phone call). There I meet Dusty, 65, long white hair, mustache and goatee, a true cowboy and a slender black lady nicked named Pretty, 30 with crooked teeth. There are also two rounder other black females in their 20’s and two small children playing in the back room one boy, 8 one girl, 3. They all live there together. The house is infested with roaches and there is lice spray next to the sink full of dirty dishes. The house is heated by the stove and dryer. There is no hot water. Sometimes the youngest child runs around in dirty diapers for hours. I am polite. We all hang out and talk. I tell the girls that I just got hired at the Roadrunner. After a while Daniel and I go to another room to spend time together. He proposes to me I say yes. After a time the girls come to the room with the hiring manager of another club in town on the phone. On the spot and not wanting to lose the opportunity for more money I agree to go check it out. Daniel drives me to (club name/ at address). The hiring manager has a tattoo of a star under his left eye, he tells me to run home and put something cute on. I tell him it will take hours to get ready and decide that topless dancing is not for me and our fun little bikini bar is full of potential. After the meeting Daniel informs me that this individual with the star under his left eye is son of the leader of The Cartel. Now I am every afraid they want to separate the two of us and take me away I stay close by Daniel’s side. Daniel reassures me they will not mess with me because they know I am with him. When we return to Dusty’s, Daniel wants to sleep there, but the room has no heater and afraid we might freeze I beg him to take me to his mother’s house at (address) We have just enough gas to drive to the tri-city. I meet his mother who is waiting for us. Mom is not pleased with him at all and immediately begins fussing. I learn that he has been a habitual liar since high school. I tell her about our treatment and offer her books for insight. She listens to me and the three of us talk all night until the sun comes up. We drink chi tea. I cry and ask him why did he make me fall in love with him with lies and what else did he lie about? He pretends to sleep on the couch I pretend to wake him up. I ask him again. He is silent. I say to him I love you so much I will forgive you of all your lies and you don’t have to explain anything if you promise to me that from this moment on you will never lie again. He agrees. He sleeps on the couch and I sleep on the floor beside him.

Jan 13, 2013 6:00 am

We wake up early. Biscuits and gravy. I teach Daniel to pray. I help him with yard work and organizing a pile of his belongings piled in the corner of his parents front yard. He works I supervise and read aloud our program from the Big Book. We agree we are on step 3. The parents now like me and are somewhat happy with him. His step-father Bo even begins saying a few words to him. They haven’t talked in month’s maybe years. We do our laundry. We eat pot roast, potatoes, and veggies for dinner. We then go visit his two sons Christopher Lee Baker, 15 and (name), 18 and I meet his first wife Caroline, 45. We only meant to stay a few minutes we end up talking for hours. The family discusses the third son’s, Shane Leon Rhea, 29 pending case with his father and the family comes to some agreement and understanding. Caroline Baker is married to (name) they live in a trailer at (address) near the tri-city area. We go back to his mother’s house, we eat left overs and watch a movie. He shows me pictures of his old life and promises to take me to the court house on Monday to be married.

Jan 14, 2013 5:30 am

We eat cereal for breakfast. Daniel is supposed to go to Day Labor at 6:00 am today but we wake up late. His mother reluctantly gives us gas money and we drive into town. All morning he calls old bosses and old paint jobs to find work and we stop by a few places to ask if they are hiring. A couple of the jobs sound promising and he should be able to go to work very soon. We also talk about opening up his old business D+H Painting and how he will handle the money and I will do the paper work. Hungry we spend the last $5 at Arby’s for lunch. I share mine with the dog. Daniel then remembers he has food stamps and we go to DHS to pick them up. This takes a couple of hours. It’s Monday and I cannot pick up all of my stuff at this time because I have no place to put it. So I decide to grab clothes, bathe, and then it’s off to my new job. I knew my situation was bad but I believed having that job and working hard would make my dad proud and pull me up on my feet. I also saw the potential in the bar and Daniel and I often talked about getting a loan to purchase the bar while the price was low and business was slow. I knew Daniel and I weren’t perfect but together we had something to work for. I have never brought any friends to Mike’s house to protect Mike and I, but I became highly anxious about returning to the duplex of dog abuse that I couldn’t do it alone, I am too anxious to drive and I definitely don’t want to see Mike. I have already encouraged Mike to change the locks on his door while we were still together for our safety, because of the people who stole the car first; they had my phone with navigator, the address to the house, car keys, and the house key. He refused to change the locks and told me that if he has anything missing he will pin it on me, he won’t even change the locks to protect me or my belongings worth over $10,000. Mike is extremely passive aggressive and I believe him to be a dangerous time bomb. On our first date I told him I was ovulating and not interested in sex, he raped me in my sleep. I thought I was pregnant and decided it best that the baby had a father. Thankfully he is not able to have children. I was expecting the door to not open but he had not changed the locks so I used my key, took a shower, and grabbed a two day bag and some dog food. Daniel waits in the car like a gentleman while I take 3 hours to get ready. He only goes inside before we leave to use the restroom and leaves the toilet seat up. Mike pees sitting down and the next time I speak to him he is very angry someone has been in his house. I come clean about meeting Daniel at TRC and he already knows because he went through my things and found the love note. He finally changes the locks. My cell phone has still not arrived and Daniel rushes me to leave by 5:30 before I can take care of some personal business and phone calls. My first night at work, I am supposed to be trained but I am not. Daniel is supposed to be watching the stage and me but he does not. Daniel pressures me to give a table dance and I am not trained to do this either, he tells me to do it just like I would to him two table dances $20 each and we can call it a night and get a hotel room . I tell him I don’t want to do table dances just be on the stage in my bikini. I wear his leather jacket most of the night. I make $25 on stage over the night and he holds on to the money for me every night. The nights almost over and I don’t know where we will stay. He leaves me at the bar, races the car, doubles our money and we split a room.

Jan 15, 2013 11:00am

Daniel forgets to wake up at 7:00 am and call the few promising jobs he had lined up. We check out of the hotel and I go to work. I work for 14 hours and make $44. As soon as I make exactly what we need, we leave immediately. It was a long day and Daniel’s second wife, Kathy M. Donke, 47 had come to the bar. We explain to her that we had no idea we were going to meet at TRC and fall so quickly. I tell Daniel I don’t want to dance anymore and the people at the bar I’m just dancing for fun until the baby shows. Daniel agrees and tells me he spoke to his boss today. He has to call him back at 6:00 am to find out which job he will be working on. Daniel is a painter he doesn’t make much, but I think he’s adorable in his painter whites and artist in his own right. We are $5 short for a hotel room and have to find a friend awake to lend us the money. This takes forever and 5 houses later I meet D at a big blue house called The Palace. D, 40, is big and bald with a tattoo in cursive of “Garcia” across the back of his head. He has a keg to sell to some friends at a party that needs to be moved. So Daniel, D, me, and two dogs pile into the car full of bags with the keg in the back. Only sober could I be ok with this. We drop off the keg then drive across town to a motel that is near the job Daniel has lined up to catch the transport truck that leaves in 3 hours.

Jan 16. 2013 10:00 am

Daniel sleeps though work. We check out of the hotel. We go to Dusty’s house. Exhausted and broke I sleep on the couch. When I wake up Daniel is gone with the car. I wait for him most of the day. The girls in the house are preparing for DHS to come. I offer to change the baby’s diapers. I help doing all the dishes and sweeping the floor. I want to leave and go home to my father. When Daniel returns he has fixed the radio in my car that has been silent for months. I read aloud the Book of Daniel at the kitchen table. He cooks me dinner and again I see the potential in him. At the bar there are no dancers and I’m not on schedule, there is no possible way I could ever dance on drugs. The bartender pressures me to get on stage and then says you can’t be here if you are not going to work. Dusty comes with me for protection to Mike’s to grab some clothes to change into. Mike is there. He unlocks the door and I hand him the old key and the garage door opener as soon as I walk in. My phone has still not arrived. I go back to work. I make $11 then get fired for a glass of whiskey that was Henry’s, the co-owner and silent partner of the bar who isn’t very silent, 43, black and tall. The bartender blames Daniel and we both get kicked out because the bar has no liquor license. It is late and with no money for a room we drive by The Red Dog Saloon. Daniel tells me to walk in there and get a job. We need the money. I go in with my gear on, heads turn, I talk to the manager. Sounds like I will be hired tomorrow, but the latex on the nipples makes me nauseous and I do not take the job. We go back our bar. We talk to Melanie, the owner, 45, tall, rock-n-roll blonde, she explains it was all a misunderstanding and hires me back. With no money we go to Dusty’s to stay the night. I don’t want to be there.

Jan 17, 2013 10:00 am

Daniel has an appointment with PSI downtown at 12:30. We don’t have enough gas to get there. Dusty gives us a $5 we previously loaned him for parts to fix the hot water. We meet Daniel’s mother and she buys us BBQ for lunch. We picnic in the park with our two dogs. Daniel has a red and black stripped pit bull named Mama. Now we must get the court documents for PSI from Kathy who is determined to put Daniel in jail. Kathy has a restraining order on Daniel even though she breaks it all the time. I have to talk to Kathy for an hour to obtain the papers. My patience and persistence pays off she runs out of excuses that she cannot find the papers and hands them to us. We are running late and don’t know exactly where we are going and we miss the 12:30 appointment. We visit Daniel’s AA sponsor and speak to him for a couple of hours about our recovery. Then we visit a community center that will help us with shelter for a few days so I don’t have to go back to Dusty’s and until Daniel’s job puts him up with a hotel room. Daniel fails to call them back to arrange a place for us to stay. We drive back downtown to the rescheduled PSI meeting at 5:30. I learn about Daniel’s long history of crime and jail time. I believe it is not him and it’s the people around him. I stay strong and believe if I can get him out of his old life he will be a great husband. We pray every day. God answers our every prayer but then everything always seems to fall though. I go to work. I don’t want to be there, but we need the money to get a hotel room so I don’t have to go back to Dusty’s and I can take a hot shower. Dusty hasn’t had hot water for days. I give two table dances and we leave as quickly as we came. I want to go straight to the hotel room. But Daniel says Chastity is at Dusty’s and we are going to get my $70 back. We arrive and there is quite a stir. Apparently a few people want to fight her. They keep me in one room and Daniel talks to her in another. I’m not mad and give her a hug. She hands me a $20. I get the feeling I have seen this bill before. I smile and thank her. I can see it in her eyes she feels bad for her lies. She and I talk all night. It gets late and Daniel confesses he gave her the $20 that I made earlier that night. I told him I already knew. We stay at Dusty’s and talk about what I begin to call the “Lion’s Den” and how is Daniel going to get out. We fall asleep on the couch.

Jan 18, 2013 11:00 am

It’s my birthday, but I don’t realize this till 11:30 pm later tonight. When I wake up Daniel is busy and has already organized all of our things. I am dirty and need to shower but there is still no hot water. I spend the day making phone calls on Daniel’s cell phone to contact my therapist and father. We arrange a time to pick up the rest of my belongings at Mike’s tomorrow at 2:00 pm including my replacement cell phone that has finally arrived. I am ready to go home with my dad. I plan on doing so when I pick up my things. Just one more day and I will be home safe. I call Mike back to see if I can pack another two day bag. I take a shower while I am there and bring Dusty along for protection. I take a few hours to get ready and get to work at 7:00 pm. The bar is full my hard work has been paying off. I put on my cowgirl hat and daisy dukes. All eye’s on me. I don’t even have to dance the customers are handing over their money when I open my palm. This makes Daniel cause a scene. He does his best to make sure I don’t make money tonight. 11:30 pm I look up at the clock and to my surprise it is my birthday. I tell everybody. Nobody cares. Daniel makes peace with me when he realizes this and asks me what do I want? I tell him I want him to purpose to me in front of the bar. He does. We leave. We don’t care about the money and go to Dusty’s.

January 19, 2013 11:00 am

I wake up to Daniel telling me he found us a place to live. A small camper we could buy for $300, fix up, and flip for $3,000. His mother meets us at the guy’s house to check it out. We drive up. I see the camper in the drive way and it is perfect. Daniel, his mother, and the man negotiate on the porch. After 30 minutes he returns to the car to tell me the title is not clean and Dusty lied about it being for sale. Not surprised this time I make plans to get my own life in order without him. Daniel’s mother fills up our tank with gas. He buys me a rose and we head off the Mike’s house to pick up the rest of my belonging with my dad. I wanted to drop Daniel off at the bar and go alone to give me a chance to go home but Daniel insists on being by my side. My dad meets us there. We take about 2 hours to grab all of my things. I give my dad the expensive jewelry, clothes, shoes, and my other guitar and take only what I need for the winter. Daniel spins the wheels as we leave and we return to the bar. Back at the bar I activate my replacement phone. Mike sends texts that has called the cops and will make sure I go to jail. Daniel responds The Cartel says hello. On schedule and not dressed out they ask me to leave the bar. Daniel quits for me. We pick up Kathy for a much needed AA meeting. But then Daniel insists on taking us both out to dinner and spends part of the $300 on Mexican food and margaritas. We have a great time. Kathy and I talk about going to Law school together and how she stood up in the court room and pretended to be a paralegal to win back Daniel’s kids. We talk for hours; Kathy cries a long time in the parking lot and is terribly upset about losing Daniel to a younger woman. We bring her home and head off to The Palace. I play guitar and sing for everyone, they love my music. I fall asleep there on the couch.

January 20, 2013 10:00 am

I wake up at Dusty’s covered in rose petals. I notice a peep hole too our room, disappointed I call my mother and we talk for an hour she asks for Daniel’s full name and address. Today everybody is hounding me for a ride to this place or that. Annoyed but thankful for a place to stay I bring Dusty to the DMV, Pretty to the weave shop, and the other two black females to the grocery store. We also go to the thrift store. I sit in the car eating a chicken sandwich and I share my French fries with D. A creepy small white guy, 55, with shoulder length greasy grey hair walks way to close for comfort by the car. I lock the doors. I take a good long look at him remembering his features. D reassures me he’s got my back. He is the only person being nice to me today. We go back to Dusty’s. The girls are at the table using the internet on my cell phone. I don’t mind. When I get my phone back it alerts me that the sim card has been removed and the time at which it was done so. I straight up show them and ask for it back. They reply it doesn’t come with one and you have to buy it separately. I didn’t buy the lie for a second. Daniel has organized all of our things again and removed my belonging from the car and placed them in our room. Daniel has filled the car up with gas, changed the oil and spark plugs and is detailing it. Someone asks if the car is almost ready? Something is different about Daniel today his voice has completely changed into something evil. He has been like this all day. He says today for money we will be picking up his friend Randal at TRC for $40 at 5:00 and we need to leave now! It is 3:00. He is very angry and pressuring me to get in the car. And it hits me, I’m in deep trouble. I come to the realization that Daniel has not been fixing up the car for me and he could care less about what happens to me. I ask him to please grab my 3 bags from the room and place them in the car. I tell him I think someone has stolen my sim card and I don’t feel my belongings are safe here. He refuses and keeps me separate from my things. He tells me D is a thief and is trying to steal your laptop from your trunk and we need to leave now! I have no idea if any of my belongings are in the trunk now. He shows me the door to our room is locked and takes out his knife to prove that you cannot jimmy the lock. D is standing near the car holding my puppy who has been trying to run away all day. I return to the car and sit in the driver’s seat to watch the door to our room and the trunk to the car. Cool, calm, and collected I begin detailing the car formulating a plan to retrieve all of my things, the dog, lock the doors to the car and drive away from Daniel forever. I tell myself this is a game of chess. Take your time and take out one piece at a time. As I slowly detail the car Daniel gets increasingly angry. I tell him we have 2 hours before we need to pick up Randal and if we are going to detail the car we need to do it right. Using his anger and lies against him I say fine let’s leave. I pack up my dog in the kennel, my purse, and guitar. I’m half way there. Daniel has the keys. I tell him I am not leaving without my bags. I sit in the driver’s seat and continue to detail the car. Dusty and Pertty come out a couple of times thinking we have left and walk towards the door to our room then awkwardly walk back inside when they see me watching. Chastity and a thin white male, 30, skinny and thuggish have been dropping by all morning. They return for the third time and I speak to them about the $70. They give me the run around. I tell her Daniel told me he gave you the $20 you gave me. She stumbles on more lies and leaves but stays at another house nearby and returns again. Another woman comes by the house a few times too her name is Taz, 45, big and white with a tattoo of a tear under her eye. Daniel talks to her more than he talks to me. Stalling for time I join in the conversation and ask questions to keep her engaged. The conversation between the 3 of us finally reveals she is carrying two purses under her jacket. When she walks away I secure my purse in the back seat. Refusing to leave without my bags I argue with Daniel some more. In his anger he throws the keys at me. I place them in my pocket. We argue some more. I ask D and Pretty to help me with my things, they ignore me. We continue to argue. In his anger he grabs a screwdriver and forces the door to the room open like he has done it a million times. Because we are fighting everyone stays away from us. I use the space to grab 2 bags and put them in the front seat so no one can sit down beside me. I continue arguing with Daniel to make space between me and the others. He tells me to get the fuck out and he has stuff in the trunk. He flings open the trunk which appeared to be closed. He often left the trunk open like this. He throws something in the trunk and quickly slams it closed. I check it out and all my belongings are there. Laptop secured. I go to the room to grab the final bag which is behind the door. He tells me to give me his jacket and tries to rip it off of me and my phone flies from the pocket. He pushes me to the ground and tries to pull me into the room and lock the door. I use a stripper move to keep my leg in the door. We struggle. He puts his hand on my throat. He tells me if you fuck me I will kill you. I get on my knees and beg him to work this out with me. I see the phone on the floor. I kiss him and slip the phone in my pocket. I take the argument to a space in between the car and the room to watch both, the center of the chess board. I tell him I will give him his jacket back once he gives me back mine. I put my hands in my pockets securing the keys in one and the phone in the other. At this time Henry, Kathy, and Dusty pull up in Henry’s big old red work truck. He parks at an angle blocking me in like he has done this before. There is not enough space between his truck and the house for me to get out. I’m trapped. I trick Daniel into grabbing the third bag by telling him to get in the car let’s leave. I close and lock the driver’s side door. He puts the large bag in the back, but he cannot sit down in the front seat because of the other two bags. Kathy runs to the car. I tell her I am scared of Daniel and to please help me. Daniel grabs the two bags and throws one as far as possible from the car. I struggle with him for the second one. I use Kathy’s sympathy to separate Daniel from me and secure the second bag in the back seat telling her to get in the car instead of him. Not knowing what to do next she tells me to not shut the door 3 times and she will be right back. I agree. She walks to Daniel to formulate a new game plan. When she is far enough away I lean over and close the passenger’s side door and lock myself in. I call the cops. I tell them I am in a domestic dispute that has been going on for hours and I am now trapped in the driveway by his friends truck and there are 8 people trying to steal my stuff and no telling what they will do to me. But I do not know where I am and they cannot help me. I keep them on the phone. I am fearful someone will come with a gun. I know the space is too small for the car but I try to fit anyways. I carefully back up avoiding the truck and scraping the house. As the value of the vehicle declines and declines Henry finally agrees to move his truck. I roll out. I give the house number and nearest cross roads to the cops and head off to Tulsa. The sun is setting now. I am glad I got out of there before dark. The cops tell me to call back if I think anyone is following me. Daniel calls. He asks me to meet him at the bar and I agree. I do this to buy some time and throw them off my course. I keep Daniel on the phone the whole drive to Tulsa for clues and to know of his whereabouts. He tells me the room we had been staying in had a camera watching us. I over hear Kathy saying he is a con-artist. He tells me there are cameras all over the club and he will have me arrested for prostitution. Before I hit the highway I throw out a portable internet card Daniel has put in the visor. I wonder what he threw in the trunk. As I drive to Tulsa I carefully watch every car. I take detours if someone is driving with me for a while. I go slow so there is nothing but black behind me. On one of my detours a newer model red truck with a white and black logo pulls along beside me. I take a snapshot of the logo with my mind. I detour again and then find my way back to the highway. I decide to not drive straight to my dad but to a friend’s house first to check the trunk for another portable internet card. I knew Daniel had two. As I pull up with Daniel on the phone he says to me “Have a nice night at Chris’ house” this really freaked me out. How did he know I was pulling up to Chris’ apartment? I detour and drive. I don’t even know where I am going. I just detour and drive. I get off the phone with Daniel and call the cops I tell them I would like for them to meet me somewhere and I think I am being followed. I know Daniel had pulled my radio out completely to fix it and thought there might be something inside. They tell me to go to the nearest gas station. There is a first response vehicle waiting. I don’t trust it. I pull in. Then the red truck with logo pulls up beside me. There is no way we could have arrived at the same time with all the detours I had just made. I put the car in reverse. There is a grey Hummer at the pump behind me. A young black lady steps out. She watches me. I watch her. I give her room to walk into the store. But she just stands there. She looks to the left and the right as if she doesn’t know what to do now. She awkwardly looks for something to do. She pulls money out of her pocket and starts to count it. I back up and circle the parking lot unpredictably not trusting anyone. Then the creepy guy who walked way too close to my car at the thrift store rides up on a bicycle. I had seen his face before. We look each other in the eyes. I continue to circle the parking lot. The creeper on the bike crosses my path a couple of times. I eyeball down every car and person there. After a while the cops finally come. I thank them and tell them my story. They check the car for tracking devices and look in my trunk for me. We wait for my dad to come pick me up and ask the gas station to watch the car in the cameras. We pack my things into dad’s car and as we leave the grey Hummer returns.

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