The worst part about the whole Frederica situation was that I had tried to fill that prescription—either that very day or the day before—**twice**. Both times, the pharmacy claimed they never received the order. So, I got back on the bus and returned to the dental clinic.
The same person who had helped me when I was being discharged was there. I told her the pharmacy said they hadn’t received the prescription. She told me she *had* sent it, but that she would call and resend it. I waited there while she confirmed with the pharmacy, even verifying which location it was being sent to. But when I got back to that pharmacy, they *still* said they hadn’t received it.
I think it was the next day—right before a three-day weekend. I had just had an impacted, abscessed wisdom tooth removed and I *really* needed that pain medication.
I was hanging out at Casey's new house, which happens to be less than a mile from where I live now. Ari had been feeling sick for about a day and a half with what she claimed was a migraine. She had locked herself in the bedroom. I can’t remember if it was JC or Courtney, but one of them had Frederica and her friend with them. Her friend worked as a tech at the *same* pharmacy that kept saying they hadn’t received my prescription. I believe her name was Alice.
They showed up, and JC bought a couple of pills from Frederica. Within an hour, Ari came out of the bedroom, took a shower, and said she felt 100% better. Then she went out with JC—or maybe it was Courtney.
As Frederica and Alice were leaving, Frederica told JC or Courtney, “Make sure to give me a call if you need any more—it’s a limited supply.” That’s when Courtney (I’m pretty sure it was her—she had her wallet on a chain, I remember that) bought the rest of whatever Frederica had. She gave the bottle to Ari, but not before I happened to catch a close enough look to see that it had *my name* on it.
Someone must have thought I sold the pills to Courtney for Ari, but I never even had possession of them.
The next night, they both came back to Casey’s, and I spent a couple of hours with them while Casey was getting ready. That’s when I saw Frederica using a cordless Dremel tool and a tiny stencil to alter over-the-counter supplements—some kind of sulfide or sulfate pills—to look like they were Tylenol 3s. She etched “526” onto them, which I believe is the code for that medication.
After they left, I asked Casey what that girl's name was because I couldn’t remember. She told me it was “Damien.” I said, “No way, that’s not Damien.” She insisted, “Yeah, Damien Chase—or Chassy.” I said, “That can’t be her.”
Later, I found out that Damien had spent a lot of money to look just like Frederica. They started presenting as twin sisters, even though they aren’t related at all.
I'm pretty sure it was Frederica’s parents who came and picked me up and brought her to the hospital the same day I had my tooth removed. When we arrived, they told the entire hospital staff that Damien’s name was *Brittany*.
The funny part is—they had no idea that Damien had lived with my mom and me for six months. They didn’t know that my mom’s boyfriend (who passed away) was Damien’s uncle, Dave. He had been with my mom for over 10 years.
I don’t know what Damien said about my family—or to anyone else—but I know it couldn’t have been good. I won’t go into detail, but let’s just say I have a strong feeling it wasn’t anything positive.
While Damien was living with us, Griffin was also there, and I was running my after-school daycare. Ashley O’Callahan was there, Troy Boyardi was there, and all the neighborhood kids were always around. You can ask *any* of them how she was treated: with kindness and respect, just like everyone else. I never even raised my voice at her, let alone did anything inappropriate.
She tried to claim something happened in our basement—but the apartment we lived in at the time didn’t even *have* a basement. We moved into a different apartment about 20 doors down shortly after she left or was picked up by her parents (or Frederica’s parents). That *new* apartment had a basement, but she never saw it—she was already gone by then.
Of all the Walmart pharmacies I’ve been to—and believe me, it’s been quite a few—this is the only one that consistently claims they didn’t receive part of a prescription order. And it’s *always* the narcotic or opioid part they say is missing.
Also, this is the *only* pharmacy I’ve seen where the two particular girls (Frederica and Alice) wear their name badges *upside down*, so you can’t read their names.
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