At the House at 800

The dogs love their “Aunt Nene” (Irene) so she had no problem getting them into her truck for a ride. We headed inside to get clothes, medications, and other essentials. Deputy “Slammin’ Sammy” meets me at the top of the stairs and starts yelling at me, “you are a liar”, “you are only pretending to cooperate”, and “they tell better stories than you do!” He followed me into the house and continued to scream at me. When we packed enough, I told Irene I was going to go to the bathroom and then we could leave. Slammin’ Sammy ran into the bedroom and got right in my face yelling at me that I was not going to the bathroom without him. In spite of the pain it would cause me, I was never going to let that lecherous and foul man in the bathroom with me. He was absolutely rude. I am a victim here. There is no need to treat me in such a crude manner, yell at me, or berate me the way he was doing. As we were leaving, Slammin’ Sammy shoved me hard and put a piece of paper into my chest. He almost shoved me down the stairs. I gained my balance with help from Irene who wanted to take Sammy’s head off for hurting me. I ignored the paper he shoved into my chest. I folded it and put it away. I had no reason to think that it was significant.

It is flashback time again! Remember Sammy Slattern from the year 2004? This is the deputy who never did a thing when he was assigned by Sheriff Brown to be our liaison and set up a crime watch for Brazos Rock Road subdivision. He earned the nickname “Slammin” by being a ruffian and a bully who does not properly identify himself as a cop. We will get to more of that later when we discuss other victims of the PCSO.

Irene drives off and Robert P and I are in the van backing out of the driveway when Deputy Allain stops us. The PCSO wants both Robert’s cell phone and mine. They don’t care if it leaves me with no way to communicate. I signed the receipt for my confiscated phones at 0405 hours August 30, 2008. I asked the PCSO what they planned on doing to lock up my house whenever they decided to leave. They had no clues, so one of them took my keys and promised to lock the house for me. I have been up all night. I am getting really sick. I had to stop halfway up Bennett road and ask Robert P to drive, because I simply could not drive safely anymore.

Back to the Station for Bilbay's Theory

Robert P got us safely to his house and I laid down to rest. I barely touched the pillow and Bilbay was at Irene’s door wanting me to come to the station to get Robert as they were through with him. He is ticked off because I haven’t answered my phone. We arrive at the station and instead of getting Robert; Bilbay takes me into their interview room to question me. He is berating me because he cannot find the barrel of the rifle that shot Robert. He claims that I had 20 minutes to go find it and hide it before we fled for our lives. He is yelling at me telling me what I do everyday. He is dead wrong in his assumptions. I do not know how long it takes to walk from the house to Ulisi. I do not take timed walks in the woods up the creek bed. I do not leave my house for days at a time. I have a disability. I carefully plan my weekly shopping trips. None of the truth matters to this jerk. He has a theory. He finally asks me why I am not babbling over to talk to him. He truly did not expect my answer. It is close to daylight, I am getting very sick, I want to throw up on him, and so, I gave him an honest answer. I looked him dead in the eye and told him that I did not trust him or any other member of the PCSO and he should give me my husband and let us go! He did and we left.