The Guy I Thought I Knew.
They say to never look back on your past because sometimes the past is meant to be the past and sometimes you just mind find something you didn't want to know about probably hear...
I was 12 when I met this guy, and I was two months shy of my 13th birthday. This guy was sixteen (or so I thought...) And I met him through a classmate of mine who was his step brother. His name was Quentin.
I first met Quentin when I went to go hang out with my friends. We all attended the same school and we all lived in the same apartment complex.
We were some crazy ass kids and we all lived in the same unit, except for Quentin and Allen who resided two units away from us. But all of us were outside hanging around the steps and that's when I noticed him. He was hanging out with my friend Tabitha because he was around her age. (Or so I thought...)
Tabitha was sixteen and again, Quentin said he was sixteen so I didn't think anything about it, nor did I expect that he was going to end up talking to me and hanging out with me because why would a sixteen year old want to hang out with a twelve year old?
I didn't think anything of it and ended up in a friendship with him where of course I had a crush on him. Everyone thought there was something going on with us because we would just go walking around and hang out and it would just be us.
We would hang out and smoke cigarettes and chill and talk and that's what it consisted of. He never touched me, he never made me uncomfortable, and he never once talked about anything inappropriate.
Quentin was a very good looking young man in my eyes, he was one of those country boys, he had dark hair and dark eyes, olive complected skin, and he was just an overall goof ball that knew how to make anybody laugh. He was just outgoing, friendly, fun to be around, and very respectful.
We were just really good friends and he was the first guy I had met that showed me any kind of respect which attracted me instantly to him. At the middle school I was at, I was a severe outcast and considered a freak. The geeks didn't even like me.
I was 5'8" at twelve, going on thirteen, I weighed in at 170-180 which is considered the max weight limitation for that height, because I weighed in a little more than the average 160 for that height I was automatically fat and it made me even fatter because I had hips, boobs, and an ass already. (According to the mindset of the kids I went to school with)
Pretty much even though I was basically 13, I looked like I could have passed as 18 and apparently it made me a huge freak and everybody would always come up to me and ask me how old I was because apparently while they were still experiencing their first hormonal changes, I had already been through mine and it made me a freak.
Doctors even asked my parents why I wasn't on birth control yet because of how fast my body was maturing.
While I had friends that lived all around me at the apartment complex, it still wasn't the extent of the friendship I had with Quentin because Quentin never judged me from the moment he met me, unlike my other friends who were judgemental to me at first before they realized I was nice.
Then one day, Quentin disappeared and he stopped coming around and hanging out. He was still living in the unit away but he just stopped hanging out without an explanation, he would avoid me, and he stopped talking to me altogether. In fact, he stopped talking to all my other friends too.
A month later Quentin and Allen are gone Tabatha told me that Quentin wasn't showing up to the high school and we all noticed Allen was no longer showing up to class so we investigated and found out they all moved. And we never heard from anybody in that family again. Not Quentin, not Allen, not Shelby, nor Jessie or Bubbie as everybody had called him.
They all disappeared without telling any of us they were moving, which made me believe that the move was unexpected. For years I tried finding everybody in that family through social media until I found a mugshot of Allen online.
Apparently he was living in San Jose, ca and he had been charged for multiple burglaries and robberies with an accomplice. It still wasn't enough because I wanted to try to find Quentin and reconnect with him now that we were both much older and I just wanted to know why he stopped hanging around and what happened that they had to up and leave...
I kept trying to find Quentin on Google but the biggest problem I had was, I could not remember his last name for the life of me. It was 2015 when I started trying to find him and it wasn't until 2017 when I found him.
I started not just typing in his name, but I typed in Jessie's name but only much to my demise, the article I found was an obituary for nine year old Jessie Len Rogers.
Much to my sad disappointment, I find Quentin's mugshot, and I find a picture of the him in an orange jumpsuit in shackles where he was sentenced to life without parole for the murder and attempted rape of Jessie, his nine year old step sister.
It took me a good three times to read everything because it was such a shock and I couldn't believe it was him.
He planned to kill his stepmother and all of his step siblings in a fit of rage and jealousy because he felt like they were the reason why he was having issues and arguments with his father.
He was going to shoot everyone as they found a gun hidden under the bushes near the trailer he was living in behind his dad's house. He went in and smoked some weed, he watched a movie with Allen, where they passed out in the living room.
Quentin wakes up, goes into Jessie's room where he removed her clothes and attempted to rape her but she screamed and fought him so he strangled her with his bare hands until he passed out.
After she passed out, he taped off her mouth and nose incase she woke up and was breathing again. Jessie died between the hours of 4 to five am. He retreated back to the trailer and became frightened at what he did so he decided to spare the lives of his remaining family members.
Jessie's mother found upon attempting to wake her up for school and that was when everything unraveled to the police and Quentin confessed and cooperated with the police during the investigation.
Quentin received life without parole because it was his first offense.
What upsets me the most is this happened a year after they moved. It was 03 by the time they left and 04 when the murder happened.
I was thirteen in 03 and he was sixteen and he told me and everyone that. A year later when the murder took place, he should have been seventeen but instead, he was 19 years old!
Quentin lied to me and everyone about his age so no one would question why he was hanging around teenaged girls. It was august of 03 when I met him and October of 03 when he stopped hanging out.
Come to find out his eighteenth birthday was in October of 03 and that's why he stopped coming around because someone that knew probably said something to him about it.
I know my dad hated him from the moment he saw him, and I remember my friend's dad who was maintenance of the apartment complex had exchanged some words with him because he kept hanging around us all, particularly me.
It's really creepy when I think about it now because what if he was trying to groom me and had plans to do something to me? I mean it was very peculiar how even a sixteen year old wanted to hang out with me as a 12 year old kid. It just doesn't seem right at all now especially that he lied to me about being younger than he really was.
And how lucky I was that he didn't get a chance to do something to me. I'm just really sad for Jessie because she was a bright girl and full of ambitions and dreams and he took that away from her...
Fucked up thing was before finding this out I was reading statistics about serial killers and it says on an average life time we run into or have contacted at least 3 to 5 people who have already killed someone in their lives... Creepy...
I wanted to post a picture of Jess, but I haven't been able to find one....
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Re: The Guy I Thought I Knew.
Thank you for posting this. Very interesting. Also sad.
One of the guys I used to work with was a surfing dude, and he had lived next to Spahn's movie ranch when the Manson family lived there. He knew them on a passing basis.
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