Malia Marie Godsey
aka Malia Flemings, Malia Brennings
Malia Marie Godsey, my older sister. She has a long history of abuse, especially men. From beating her 7-year-old son in the face to killing a disabled person at Wal-Mart.
She was Raebecca's "inside person" to "get even" with for my lack of interest in a relationship with Raebecca, her unrelenting request for a relationship and me deflecting most of her attempts to humiliate or dehumanize me. Raebecca took offense to me not being emotionally fragile and not being of the same psyche as Troy Bright and easily hurt or broken.
So with my sister being forced into my house, the crew led by Raebecca, orchestrated by gang members and some others, including Alexander D Hays, they began to work on me.
It would be a full-on assault, including a team to misshape and distort who I am - ostracize me. "Flip shit around." The 'Main Street Stalker' was in full-on damage control mode.
Raebecca Grabowski
aka Reabecca Ward-Grabowski
My friend at the time, Troy Bright, was involved with Raebecca, not as girlfriend-boyfriend, but more of Raebecca hating white men, thing. Her goal is to fuck with white people for the entertainment of her cocaine-dealing, crack-dealer. Plain and simple.
After Troy went to the county jail, I agree to help her out. What she wanted was me to buy crack from her crack-dealer and I wasn't about that.
So I helped her move her furniture to another house and, apparently, she wanted me as a boyfriend and she owed quite a bit for her crack, that I became fodder for her, you guessed it, crack-dealer. To be clear, I didn't know at the time.
Troy and I are no longer friends because of her behavior and, to be honest, I found out he was a registered sex offender. Meh.
So, I moved her (or someone's stuff) from 420 Glencoe with a red door to 1004 W Main Street. Which wasn't even her place, it was someone else's. And guess where me getting stalked started? Why, it started at 1004 W Main Street in Decatur Illinois. After her and my sister robbed me, and I got arrested, I went to the county jail and someone said "Is that him?" A balding, burly black guy stared me down and I said "What's up?" And he slowly nodded his head and said, with slow, drawn-out words:
"Yep. That's him."
What both of these people have in common is Alexander D Hays, meth junkie, accused rapist and all-around-piece of shit. And his friend and fellow thief, Meagan, a meth dealer. He sells stolen tools, speakers and other people's belongs to his previous neighbor, Fred Born, who used to be my friends.
It's important to note that Alexander D Hays lived three house from Fred Born until Alex's house was demolished after numerous house fires because of numerous meth-related events. Cooking meth, making meth or at least, bringing hazardous materials to the neighborhood - no different than Fred Born.
Alex, being the opportunist that he is, has a lot to go with this story, including, but not limited to misdirection. You know, so I'd talk shit about other people so I'd have to deal with their retaliation. Simple stuff, really
He was certainly involved in this, but from pressure from Raebecca's Grabowski's Gang-involved crack-dealer
No matter how much I don't want to involve my father, it has to be done because without him, the story could potentially be viewed as a rouge sister just being an insane, uncaring family member. But it isn't that. It was an orchestrated, gang-related, drug-dealer attack on me and my family. Started and instigated by Raebecca Grabowski and helped by Alexander D Hays and a bunch of men wanting their dick sucked. Yeah. Ain't that something?