Trashley: Thirty-Six
Sweet Bobby, part three
I sent Ashley to Lake Arrowhead to charge my car so I could have the cabin to myself while I messaged Michelle back. Not only had Ashley denied knowing Michelle, but she also encouraged me to reply to her so I could get the info Ashley needed to have her lawyers send a cease and desist. This was all after Michelle sent me a message on Twitter saying that Ashley had catfished her and she had proof to back it up.
When I asked Ashley if what Michelle had said was true, instead of saying, “No,” like a normal liar, she became physically violent, tearing across the living room and shoving me against the wall. She had gripped my arm so hard that I worried it would ruin my career as a writer, and I didn’t have a backup plan. I wasn’t just scared for my safety, but also Perci’s.
Finally alone. Time to do a little digging.
Once Ashley left, I messaged Michelle and asked to see the evidence.
I had learned the value of keeping your receipts when I sued my former boss Alki David a few years earlier. As the plaintiff, I had to bear the burden of proof, I couldn’t just point him out to the jury and say, “This horrible man assaulted me, please believe me!” The good thing was, I had a mountain of proof, taller than even Denali. I had kept a detailed record of interactions, text…
