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AUTHOR: The Grimace DATE: 11:04:00 PM ----- BODY:

I'd like to tell you about a vindictive son of a bitch named Michael Lacey. He dated my sister, Amanda, for a few years. Although my family always thought he was a total butt, my sister claims he was always nice to her- for about the first five years they were dating. But then he turned mean. In March of this year, my sister gave him a haircut he didn't like, so he expressed his discontent by lifting her off the ground by her neck- Darth Vader style. A couple months after that, the hitting began. He hit her on the head- possibly to hide the bruises under her long dark hair? He also cheated on Amanda... at least once, although my sister claims to have found love letters written to him by numerous women. My family knew nothing about this... until November when my sister made some confessions about what Mike had done, and my mother commissioned some investigative work to confirm what had been happening. My parents immediately got Amanda out of town. This only lasted about a week... at the time Amanda still had feelings for him even though she knew the things Mike had done were wrong. She still made excuses for him, and she missed the good times they had once enjoyed. She returned back to Cincinnati, and although she officially stayed at my parents' house during this time, she saw Mike frequently, and stayed out with him as late as my parents would allow. Well, on Friday of that week, Mike decided he didn't want her going home- even though Amanda knew that if she stayed out all night with him, she would violate her understanding with my parents. See, my mom had warned Amanda that if she didn't meet her curfew, my parents would kick her out for good. When Amanda made it clear that she intended to leave, Mike tackled her to the ground and held her for a while. Amanda couldn't breathe, and thought she was going to die. After a couple of minutes, Mike made Amanda call my mother to say she wasn't coming home that night. My mom reminded her of the consequences. She says she heard tension in Amanda's voice that night, but she assumed it was just because Amanda knew Mom would be mad. After the phone call, the two of them went to bed, but Amanda didn't sleep. She waited for him to doze off then tried to escape. Each time she attempted this, however, he awoke and followed her around. She tried to make it look like she was going to the bathroom but he never left her side. Amanda later told me that this was the first time that she was ever truly terrified of Mike, and she knew she would never be safe around him again. In the morning, Amanda told Mike she had to go home otherwise her parents would get worried. He agreed, but said he wanted to meet her for breakfast later in the morning at a nearby restaurant. And as she was walking out the door, he ominously warned her, "Don't screw me." Amanda came home bruised and shaking. My mother rushed her to the police. While my sister did file a report, she didn't actually press charges because she was so frightened of Mike that she didn't even want to have to face him in a courtroom. While she was talking to the cops, Mike dropped by my parents' house, where my father warned him never to set foot on their property again. Mike left promptly, and he hadn't seen my sister since then until tonight. You see, even though the police warned Mike not to contact my sister or family, he has called all of them constantly (even calling my sister 60 times on one day last week). Usually my sister doesn't answer, but today for some reason she did. Well, although most of my sister's things were out of Mike's apartment, there were still a few precious items there- especially my sister's scrapbook, which held all of her favorite photos of friends and family throughout the years. She even had a whole page in there devoted to my tiny sister Elizabeth who died at the age of one, when I was four. (Neither Amanda nor my brother Chris had been born by then.) Well, today Mike tells her that he has finally packed up her things and if she doesn't agree to meet him tonight at 7:30 that he will throw them all in the trash. Also, my mother and father were forbidden from attending. Amanda agreed, on the condition that she was allowed to bring friends, and that they meet in the parking lot of the Cheviot police station. I called my brother Chris, and he arranged to have his friend Steve pick me and Chris up so we could follow Amanda to the police station. We were armed with a variety of blunt and pointy things. Amanda pulled into the station parking lot, and we pulled sneakily into the lot of the bar across the street. (But then my brother recognized Mike's car in the same lot.) Mike noticed our car, but thought we were just bar patrons, until he noticed that none of us emerged from the vehicle. (Amanda had told us not to get out of the car until she signaled us.) Once he realized what was going on, a couple of times, Mike approached the car and told us to leave, but each time he did I just told him to get Amanda's stuff out of his car so we could leave. Well, he finally got the box out of his car and took it across the street to Amanda's car. They talked for a long time... I'm thinking about 15 minutes. I tried calling Amanda's cell to tell her to wrap things up. She never answered, though. But then my mom drives up (we had instructed her to stay out of this) and Mike starts accusing her of harassing him. Mom called Chris's cell phone to find out where we were, and then she parked in the street, out of Mike and Amanda's sight. When it was clear that Mike was just gonna keep talking forever, Chris, Steve, and I got out of Steve's car (sans weaponry) and walked to the curb. I yelled across the street, "Amanda, two minutes." Mike told Amanda he needed a CD out of her car CD player. She gave it back to him, they hugged, and she started to get into her car. Mike starts walking back across the street towards us. "You guys have anything you wanna say to me?" he asks. While I stayed silent, Chris responded, "We've got nothing to say to you." "That's right," Mike says, haughtily, but instead of continuing to his car he approaches my brother and says, "You know, I used to have the highest respect for your parents, but now that's just over." He would have said more, but Amanda shouted at him to just leave. I told Amanda to get in her car, and Chris, Steve, and I waited until Mike pulled out of the parking lot. As I expected, Mike pulled up next to my mom, who was still parked. By this time, Steve had started his car and crept up behind Mike on the street. He just honked the hell out of his horn until Mike moved on. It was awesome. Once Mike was gone, our small convoy of cars met in a nearby parking lot. My sister was frantically looking for her cell phone. She explained, "he made me empty my pockets when I first got there, because he wanted to make sure I didn't have Mace or a gun on me." So she definitely had it on her person when they were talking. I tried calling her phone again. This time, instead of ringing and ringing like it did when I had called her a few minutes ago, it went directly into Amanda's voice mail. That only happens when the phone is turned off or when someone's using it. We believe that Mike swiped her phone when they were hugging. He knew what pocket it was in from when he made her empty them earlier. Why would he take the phone? We believe he had two reasons: 1) That it would be another excuse to see Amanda again ('Oh, I somehow ended up with your phone...') and 2) So he could get the phone numbers of her friends, and pump them for information. We already know he's been doing this, and even posing as other people as he tries to learn what Amanda's up to. (Apparently he's not hip to this new-fangled technology called CALLER ID!) So, here's the really cool thing that he did. Amanda gets home tonight, looks through the box he packed, and quickly notices two things: First, the box clearly does NOT contain all the things Mike was supposed to pack for her. And second, every single photograph had been torn out of Amanda's scrapbook. Even the ones of sad little Elizabeth. Mike has repeatedly, and I mean totally ad nauseum, said "This isn't between me and Amanda, this is between me and her parents." Well, do you think he was trying to hurt my parents by stealing all my sister's memories? I didn't think so. There is so much I could say to you about this childish, narcissistic, volatile piece of crap that is Michael Lacey. And it will all come out here, eventually. If you ever have the sad misfortune of meeting this man, run- don't walk- as far in the opposite direction as you can.

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