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Jun 15, 2009 23:06

Hi, uh, you don't know me. But I'm Coraline. I used to be a friend of Daria's and she gave me your name. She said that I should talk to you about things. She said that was how I could try and make things up to her, but I don't know what to say.

I was the one who was protecting Pat from the police.

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abigail_lilith June 15 2009, 11:13:13 UTC
So he had you believing he was someone he wasn't? I know quite a lot about that myself.

Would you like to talk to me in person, Coraline? I promise I won't judge you, but if you'd rather talk here that's okay too.

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waywardaughter June 15 2009, 11:22:17 UTC
I think... I'd rather talk here. I don't know if I can say any of this in person.

He convinced me that the story was all the wrong way around and that Con was the bad guy, and that he'd been locked up so Con could get away with it. And I had my reasons for believing him and he was so convincing.

But I saw him soon after the police were looking for him and I hid him and promised that I wouldn't let the police take him.

I love him. Loved him.

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abigail_lilith June 15 2009, 11:26:51 UTC
I lived for years with a man who routinely beat me up and the apologised for it the next day. And I forgave him. I loved him. I understand. Sometimes all we see is what we want to see, and no matter what others say, if they say anything at all, our eyes are not opened.

Whatever you did, you felt you were doing the right thing. And you've learned now that you should listen to your friends, because they wouldn't lead you astray.

You did a very dangerous thing, and you're lucky to still be around to write all this. But if you feel such remorse, you clearly didn't set out to hurt anyone.

Do you have any idea where he is now?

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waywardaughter June 15 2009, 11:38:30 UTC
He never hurt me. Not until the end. He took me to his house for the first time and then in the middle of sex he told me everything. He held me down on a bloody bed and told me about all the girls he'd killed there. I didn't ever expect it. He'd always been so kind to me. He told me that he loved me. Then he locked me there and expected me to die and now I'm not dead but I wish I was.

He wrote to me and said he was in London. I told the police but that's all I know.

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