How To Stalk A Family - Chap 1

It all began in 2006. This was the year that my daughters met a boy at school. My girls, Kate and Samantha, are a year and a half apart, so they were only two grades separated. The young man that they met, Dwayne, was also a student at their school. The girls went to a basketball game one night, and that is when they met Dwayne.

Samantha took a shine to Dwayne. She is the younger of my two daughters, and I definitely wasn't ready for her to be interested in boys. I wasn't ready for either of them to be, but certainly not the youngest one. At any rate, she asked me if we could give Dwayne a ride home, and I agreed.

A couple of weeks later, Samantha came to me and asked if she could go eat dinner with Dwayne the following evening. Now that I was absolutely not ready for, especially since she was only eleven or twelve at the time. I expressed my unease and displeasure with her request, and she went away angry and pouting.

Samantha returned later with the phone. She had Dwayne's mother on the other end of the line. She explained to me that her name was Lisa, and she was calling on behalf of her son, Dwayne. She stated that Dwayne really wanted to take Samantha to eat dinner. She assured me that she would be with them the entire time. She would pick Samantha up, take them to a local restaurant to eat, and return her home right after dinner. Very reluctantly, I agreed to the arrangement.

The following evening, I walked my daughter out to Lisa's vehicle. I introduced myself and my husband and we talked to Lisa for a few minutes. They left to go to dinner. I had a sort of iffy vibe regarding Lisa, but I put it off to it being due to the situation. They returned on time, and without incident, so that eased my bad vibes and I put Lisa and Dwayne out of my mind.

A month or two went by, and Samantha made no more mention of Dwayne. One night, the phone rang and when I answered, I discovered it was Lisa on the other end of the line. She immediately began to scream at me, telling me that both Samantha and Kate were chasing after her son. She further stated that the girls were calling her house at all hours of the night and had run up the minutes on her cell phone. She wanted the bill paid â?" I refused. She went on to call my girls all sorts of names. I basically told her where she could shove it, and I hung up the phone.

Once I was off the phone, I called my girls into the living room and told them what they were accused of, what Lisa had called them and said about them, and that they were to stay away from Dwayne. He was a couple of years older than Kate, as it was, and I really didn't feel that any of them were old enough for all of that foolishness. Both girls denied calling him and denied chasing after him. For a time, that was the end of that situation â?" but of course, it wasn't over.

A short time later, my older daughter, Kate, decided to inform me that she and Dwayne were "going together". I questioned her as to whether or not this was the same boy whose mother had called before and called her and her sister all of those horrible names and made all of those accusations. She confirmed that we were talking about the same boy. However, she assured me, Lisa wouldn't be a problem. According to Kate, Dwayne was now living with his father because of his mother's psychotic behavior.

I told her I would think about it. Of course, there wasn't exactly a lot I could do about them seeing each other at school, but I needed to decide if I was willing to let things go on outside of school. I was a teacher at a local elementary school, and I did some investigating. Everyone that knew Dwayne knew that he was a troublemaker at school, but they also knew that his mother was, to put it nicely, completely nuts.

There was a school dance coming up, and Kate wanted to know if she could, indeed, go with Dwayne. I tentatively gave permission, and told her that I would be the one to drive them both there and back. The night of the dance, I retrieved Dwayne from his father's house, drove them to the dance, returned him to his father's house, and went home. I was later informed, in a very rude manner, by Lisa that Dwayne was supposed to have returned to her house after the dance and that she didn't want me transporting him anywhere. That was fine with me.

A few weeks or so went by, and the kids were still "going together". My husband and I spoke with Lisa, who claimed not to have recalled either phone call. She was sticky sweet, stating that she had no problems with us whatsoever and that she just adored our girls. My husband and I were, to say the least, perplexed. We weren't sure what to really make of her or the situation. We decided to take it a day at a time and see what exactly we would encounter. As it turned out, we would have been better off moving to another state.

Lisa was remarried and had a second, much younger, son. Her husband, she told us, was disabled, so he stayed home with the younger child. A day came when Kate and Dwayne were both out of school, and my husband and I both had work. Kate wanted to know if Dwayne could come over. We wouldn't allow that without an adult at home. Kate returned to us later that night with another request. Since we wouldn't allow Dwayne to come over because there wouldn't be an adult at home, could she go to Dwayne's for the day instead?

Naturally, we had an obvious follow up question. Would there be an adult present at Dwayne's house? Kate assured us that there would be. She said that Lisa had to work, but that Dwayne's step father and little brother would be at home to supervise them. As we had never met him, we weren't completely comfortable with that situation, either, but Kate got Lisa on the phone. Lisa insisted that her husband was willing to supervise the kids and that we had absolutely nothing to worry about. Reluctantly, we agreed.