The Collapse of an American Family

I had taken educational psychology at Texas A&M, but I was not prepared for what Sabrina was about to put our family through. She was about to get a full head of steam and huff and puff and try to blow our house down.

After we took Sabrina's cell phone, she began to take her manipulative game to a higher level. She began to tell these outrageous stories of her rescuing others who were in dire need. I distinctly remember coming home from work two days after we caught Sabrina in her web of deception and being amazed at what was transpiring in my living room.

My wife was in tears as she relayed to me the amazing, spectacular story of what Sabrina did for a fellow classmate at school. Sarah began by telling me," Kevin, listen what our sweet daughter did at school today in the midst of her trying time." Sabrina with tears rushing down her pretty face could hardly get the words out as she said,"Dad, today at school there was a new boy sitting all alone and I couldn't just sit where I was with all the popular kids and watch him eat in solitude.I invited him to sit with us at the popular table."

This is when I first saw Sabrina's gift in full operation. She was able to seduce with enticing words her very own mother into thinking she had turned into a "SAINT". I wasn't falling for our fifteen year old's "Mother Theresa" imitation. Sabrina was trying to suck my wife into her vaccuum called "emotional manipulation." This would be the beginning of my daughter using her talents, skills, and teen-age drama to seduce,deceive and infect people with her destructive newfound "gift."

Later that night I talked to my gullible bride about how Sabrina was using evil communication patterns to seduce her. Sarah said she understood and would try to be more watchful in the future when Sabrina throws out the bait of "rescuing others" not to chomp down on  it and run with it. Believe me Sabrina was about to throw the bait out to a whole lot more people!

Are you ready to get into the juicy details of this compelling true story? Fasten your seat belts because you're about to go the ride of your life(weeee!!)

That Thursday my wife and I decided to give Sabrina back her cell phone, and to reaffirm our love to her, in spite of what was going on. We were hoping that this was just an isolated instance and we could go back to being that "All-American" family. We approached Sabrina to tell her the good news of returning her cell phone to her. She was playng on the computer as we handed her back her cell phone and told her,"we love you." She stood up and said,"I think I'm going to pee in my pants, I'm so excited, Ya'll are the very best parents in the whole world!" Would this be the end of the saga? Could we just get back to enjoy the remaining three and half years that Sabrina would be in our home?

On that Sunday , for some reason, I couldn't sleep and I always sleep like a baby.I didn't want to wake Sarah up since she was sleeping so sweetly. So I went into the living room and fell into a frothing at the mouth deep sleep.

Then suddenly I heard a pounding on the front door at 5 a.m. Who could it be? What the helicopter is going on? As I peered out the door I was shocked to see my youngest daughter in the custody of the Shawnee Police Department. This was the first time an armed officer ever had to step foot on my lawn. Sabrina had the familiar baby face look that says,"How can I paint myself as the victim?". She was dressed in heavy make-up, no bra and resembled a twenty-two year old hooker.

I opened the door as my shock and disbelief was turning to anger as fast as you can say Ticonderoga.( That's a line from the three stooges if you didn't know it) The officer informed me that our neighbors thought someome was breaking into our house as Sabrina's supposedly ex-boyfriend was helping her out the window and into the safety of his caring arms of lust.

The officer informed me that Sabrina seemed to be good at the skillfull art of blameshifting. The very observant officer told me that as she was taking Sabrina to our front door she began to deflect all the attention off of her own actions and to place them squarely upon her "Father". Can you believe it? She whispered ever so subtly to the officer,"Please don't tell my Dad, because he'll hit me."