April 5, 1999 My sons statement.

On March 30, 1999 my fiancée had just come from the United States, where she had gone for a couple of days. She came to work at about five o'clock. She came into the lounge, and then sat down beside me, and talked to me for about five or ten minutes before she started her shift. We discussed her trip and what she did on her trip. Then she left to go to work.

Later that night, at the courtesy desk she told me that she was mad at me. And I asked her why. She said that I wasn't happy enough to see her, and it didn't look like I missed her enough. I told her I was just embarrassed to show my affection in front of my co-workers. She did not believe my explanation. We argued for the rest of our shifts on different occasions. By the end of the night it seemed that things were resolved. And I apologized to her for arguing with her. She seemed to accept my apology. She told me she brought some stuff from the States for me. And she gave them to me at her car in the Wal-Mart parking lot. I thanked her for the gifts and then she asked me if I wanted a ride home. I told her, "That's O.K., but I feel like walking home today." So I proceeded to walk home, thinking of what happened that night.

At about eleven o'clock she called me. She said, that she did not think my apology was good enough. So we proceeded to argue about this on the phone. It ended with me telling her to call me back when she had something nice to say to me. I then hung up the phone.

She called me again that night. The call was at almost two in the morning. During this call she said that I still didn't apologize enough. And she said I still did not thank her for the stuff she got for me. So we argued some more. I then told her, "I guess you have nothing nice to say to me, so call me tomorrow." and I hung up the phone. I thought it would be better if we slept on it.

On Wednesday March 31, 1999, she called as I had asked her to. But she was still mad at me, and said I needed to apologize. We argued some more, until I hung up the phone again.

After the call I went back to bed, until the doorbell rang, at about two in the afternoon. I went to see who it was. It was she at the door. I opened the door and she walked in. As soon as she walked in, she asked me why I hung up the phone so many times. We discussed it for a while, and it ended up with me apologizing for my behavior. I then hugged her and told her how much I really missed her. At that moment she seemed to accept my apology. But she still didn't look happy.

I went down to my room, in the basement of my house. She followed me downstairs. I walked over and lay down in my bed. She took her shoes off and came by my bed and stood next to it. When she got there she started to accuse me of not being romantic enough. She told me that I hadn't spent enough money on her. She gave me hell for buying myself new shoes and not spending that money on her. She then started to call me names like "jerk" and "asshole". She still didn't think my apology was good enough. So we argued again. She handed me her ring that I had given to her, and said it was over. I said fine. She then told me that she wanted the stuff that was hers back. I took a bag and put all her stuff into it and gave it back to her, and then she sat down on my bed. She said I'm not going until you give me everything that I have ever given to you. I said no because, she had a lot of stuff that was mine at her house still and she had destroyed all my stuff the last time we broke up. I was afraid she was going to do it again. I told her this to assure that some of my stuff would be returned in good condition. I also told her I would give her the stuff she had given me after I had received my things back. She refused this and said she wanted her things now. So, I took the bag of stuff I had given her, got up from the bed and walked to the door and left the bag right there on the floor. I then told her to leave my house. So we sat there looking at each other for about a half an hour because she refused to leave.

The silence finally broke when my brother, and his girlfriend, came into the house. I asked my brother for help. I also asked him to come downstairs and get her to leave the house. After I had said this, she quickly got off the bed, and told me to be quiet. She then told me to "shut up and stop being silly." She then whispered to me about it being not right to get others into our argument. I then heard my brother say something, but wasn't sure of what he said. I stood there and started to think of what she had said. My brother and his girlfriend went upstairs. She then went and sat back down on my bed. I went and sat beside her.

She told me to get off it. I told her no, it's my bed. And then I said to her, if I just give you your stuff would you just go? She stood up off my bed, and said she felt that I loved my stuff more than her. She then went over to my nightstand and she asked me what I would do if she did this. She then proceeded to kick my phone off the nightstand.

She also kicked a mug she had given me off the stand. She then repeated, "What are you going to do about this?" She then proceeded to rip one small poster off the wall one at time. She stopped after each one repeating the same thing, "What are you going to do about this?" I told her to stop several times. She then took off one of my bigger posters of the wall, and ripped it in front of my face. She asked me, yet again, "What are you going to do about this?" So she proceeded to grab another one; this time I grabbed her arms around the wrists. I told her to stop wrecking my room.

She then dug her nails into the top of my left hand. I then let go of her wrists. Now that her hands were free, she punched my lower lip. She pushed me away and asked me again, "What are you going to do about it?" All of a sudden, she attacked me.

She started to kick and throw punches at me. She tried to hit me in my stomach, where she knows I have an Illiostomy. I was very scared, because I knew if I got hit there, I could be seriously injured. She knew this also. I was also scared she might strangle me like she tried to do last year in a bar. I feared for my well being, so, I cried out for help. No one came to my aid, so I protected myself.

After a minute she stopped hitting me, and I stopped protecting myself. I was crying, and so was she. I walked away from her. I felt very light headed, and dizzy.

I knew I was about to have an epileptic seizure. I lay down on the ground and passed out. When I woke up she was sitting over me. She asked me if she should get my brother. I told her that I was starting to feel a little better, and that I needed to lie down some more. She told me to go lie down on my bed. So I did.

Then she picked up the ring that I had left on the table and told me I could keep everything that she had given to me. She said she would keep the ring I had given her. She said that after I felt better I should go take a shower and relax. She then said she would leave.

As she was leaving, I stopped her just before she got to the front door. I stood at the top of the stairs and told her that I wanted to talk to her. This was when she threatened me. She said that if I told anyone what had happened, that she would charge me with assault. She then left and slammed the door behind her. I went back down to my room and cried.

A few moments later I heard someone come down. I called up to see if it was my brother. His girlfriend said that he'd be right down. Later, he came down and I explained to him what had happened. He proceeded to try and calm me down.

The next day, April 1, 1999 around six in the evening, I was at work. I was helping two customers when she came up to me and wanted to talk to me right away. I told her I'd be there in a second. When I went back to get a flat cart for my customers, she followed me to the back stockroom. She stopped me before I got to the stockroom, by the battery display. She started to yell at me, because she had found out that I had told my brother what had happened. She told me that because I had told my brother, she was going to the police to charge me with assault. I tried to explain to her that my brother probably knew something was wrong because he heard screaming. She stalked off upstairs telling me as she left that she was going to charge me.

My brother then came down a moment later and I told him what had happened. He told me that he had already overheard most of the conversation. I then went to management and told them what had happened. They told me not to worry, that she was just letting off steam.

Later that evening I got a call from the police to come down and talk to them. So I called my grandfather to drive me down to the police station, where I found out I was charged with assault.