Disclaimer & Trigger Warning

Names and identifying details have been changed as legally required to protect privacy, but I no longer prioritize the anonymity of those who played a direct or enabling role in what happened to me. This account is based on my recollection of events as they happened. It is shared to document what occurred and is my perspective.

Trigger Warning: This content includes references to trauma, assault, and abuse.

I met the Haddron sisters when I started at Carson City High. Ashin Haddron (name changed) was in my P.E. class and I met her, along with a girl named H. Milsner (name changed). At the time I should have realized they were metal, but Ashin (name changed) and her sister Mollie (name changed) swore they were into punk. Mollie’s metal boyfriend should have been another clue. Back then, metal and punk did not mix.

I  was working at Scolari’s and paid for Ashin, my boyfriend Jesse, and I to go to a Ministry concert. Somehow her sister Mollie ended up with the ticket stub, but she was not there. I had heard rumors about Ashin and Jesse, but did not believe them. However, Jesse and I did end things. He was going to USC and the friendships with Ashin and her sister were tense. 

Their mother had relocated back to where they were from (Ohio) so they basically ran the house. I went over one night and they hid my Fluevogs in the freezer.

This is me in the Carson City High Yearbook before I relocated back to Whidbey Island.

Other than P.E., Ashin and I did not have any classes together. I was still in Journalism when I left and had been made editor –later given to Tim Hoff (name changed). But I am not in the Journalism staff photo. Weirdly, guess who is? She was not in the class when I was and I am not in the photo despite being the initial editor of that year’s paper.

It would get weirder. I did not know one of my dad’s old neighbors knew Mollie and Ashin. Through him, Ashin got in touch with me when we moved from Whidbey to Reno and we started talking again. We ended up going to a Candlemass concert in San Francisco (again, metal and not my thing). She begged me to go. I had no idea what they sounded like and was not into them. Ashin assured me everything was covered since I got the Ministry tickets. But when we got back, she wanted $50 for my share of costs, but I didn’t want to go in the first place, she said she got paid and it was covered, and I didn’t have it.

Common sense should have told me to stay the hell away. People had warned me — a few cheerleaders said Ashin might be seeing Jesse, and a guy from off-campus told me the Haddron sisters weren’t really my friends. Everything came to a head on the Friday before my 18th birthday. For some reason, it had to be that night — before I officially turned 18 on the 12th.

From what I can recall, I was told people were throwing a party for me. I had no idea what was actually planned. What I experienced felt like a setup. I remember cake ingredients being thrown on me, followed by a brutal assault. I was stomped, filmed without consent, stabbed with what I later identified as an auger in my back left shoulder, and a fork in my tailbone. My $300 Doc Martens were taken. 

I still have the scar from the fork.

I graduated from McQueen and we moved less than a year later.

For some reason, Ashin apparently moved to Whidbey also. However, we never saw each other again.

As my memories came back, I did reach out to her brother for some info. He said to check with Ashin.  I asked her about the person who told me they were not my friends and never heard from her again. I am keeping it that way.