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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThursday November 9th HENRIKSEN, ALYSSE M 2184 CANDLEWOOD AVE, TWIN FALLS ID 83301 775-275-0692 alysse.henriksen@gmail.com th APRIL 10 1993 612788816 5’ 8”, 160 lbs, GREEN EYES, BLONDE HAIR, FEMALE, WHITE Walgreens Pharmacy 306 Blue Lakes Blvd, Twin Falls ID 83301 INCIDENT LOCATION: 1112 Woodland Meadows Way Twin Falls ID 83301 11/9/23-11/10/23 11pm-4am (ish). I swear this information is true and correct to the best of my knowledge, subject to penalty of perjury. Alysse M Henriksen th Thursday, November 92023 I stayed over the night before. We woke up about 9 am to attend Jared’s Protection Order hearing for his ex-wife Jessica Mathers, and William Mathers. Everything went as planned. I couldn’t’ say it was a positive experience, but I also couldn’t say that it set the mood negatively for the day. It seemed relatively neutral afterwards. So far as when we walked from the court house to the car I asked if he wanted to go get breakfast and maybe take Darla to the park, do something nice or get out and get some fresh air. Jared told me he had some work to do at the office, which reminded me I also had to go to work later that day. I think he realized I was trying to be sincere and supportive. Once we got to his house. I switched the laundry over and sat in the dining room scratching a lottery ticket. A few moments later Jared walks into the dining room from the garage and out of the blue he says to me “how can you just act like I don’t live here? And I don’t know what you’re doing?” I stop what I’m doing, and make eye contact with him, confused. “What are you even talking about?” I ask. He says something along the lines of accusing me of smoking fentanyl. I express that I’m just sitting here scratching a lottery ticket, and if you don’t believe me you should check your cameras. He kind of shuts me up or starts talking over me mid-sentence saying he is going to go for a drive to calm down. I don’t argue with him. He leaves the house with an attitude and I take that as my que to leave as well. I pack up my bag, my dog Darla, and the lottery tickets I was scratching and head home. Once I am home I start getting ready for work. Jared has called my phone a few times by this point. I am not interested in fighting before work so I don’t answer. Next thing I know, my front doorbell is ringing, again, and again. I have multiple missed calls as well. Questioning if its worth letting him inside or maybe if I ignore him he will just go away, I call my mom to ask when she will be getting home. She tells me in two minutes. Relentlessly, I go let Jared in because I’m worried he will make a bigger scene, and causes more unnecessary problems if I don’t answer and my parents get home when he’s outside. Once inside, he goes to my room and is livid. Pissed off, yelling at me that I stole his drugs, his watch, his lottery tickets, his money, blaming me for going broke (which I didn’t know to be an issue or maybe he isn’t going broke and was just looking for a fight). Basically, saying he is going to tell my parents everything nasty in the world you think of. Threatening to cause turmoil inside my home basically. As he is leaving he takes my phone and says, “come to my house and talk Aly, or bring all my stuff back”. Jared misplaces things all the time. I figured I’ll just go to work and maybe he will realize that I didn’t take his stuff, and he owes me an apology. As I am driving to work, I end up passing him in a stop light so he starts following me. Driving irrationally doesn’t even scratch the surface of how he is acting. I can’t go to work with him acting psychotic. I decide to drive to Buhl which is a safe spot at my friend’s house who could maybe, if necessary can intervene. As I am driving to Buhl, Jared is calling me nonstop, honking at me, following extremely close, pulling up beside me, trying his darn hardest to catch my attention. Even yelling at me through my closed window. Never once do I look at him. I focus 100% on the road ahead, not making eye contact or even turning my head to look his way. I am sure this infuriates him. He starts driving more psychotic. Speeding getting in front of me, slamming on breaks, I end up pulling over. Jared gets out of his vehicle and comes up to my jeep screaming at me to roll my window down. I do not. Instead I drive off, and he bangs my window as hard as he could. He starts to follow me, again. I pull over but I don’t let him near. He gets out of his vehicle and I drive off, trying to escape. He follows me all the way, to my friend’s house. A THIRTY MINUTE DRIVE, which took me easily over an hour because of all the stopping, turning around, trying to escape and evade him. When I pull in I AM PREYING Kirk is home and doesn’t have his four-year-old son. Thankfully, he didn’t. Imagine me blazing onto your property, kicking up dirt, dust, and rocks, with a lunatic hot on my heels profusely honking and following me. Terrified, I stay in my vehicle to make sure I can drive off if I need to. Jared puts his car in park and again jumps out screaming at me. Screaming about how I stole his watch, stole his money, stole his lottery tickets, stole his drugs, took him for everything basically. I don’t even bother arguing or saying anything because Kirk knows that Jared makes accusations about people and believes them without any proof. It is just about 2 pm and Jared is acting psychotic. I don’t get out of my vehicle until Kirk is outside. I walk over to Kirk, all while trying to stay out of reach from Jared as much as possible. The next few hours were a blur but mostly repetitive to these actions: Jared crying about loving me and wanting to be with me, Jared screaming about fentanyl and how I am living a lie, Jared lunging at me, grabbing me, forcing me onto the ground, holding me tight and not letting go, Jared hitting my jeep window, Jared hitting Kirks truck window, and Jared threatening to pop my tires. He is unable to calm down. I ask for my phone back, and he says something like “I don’t have it crazy, why don’t you give me my phone back?”. Furious and fed up I walk over to Jared’s truck and see there’s a phone on his seat. I grab it, and see that it is his, not mine. So I throw it at him and yell back “here is your phone psycho”. The entire time this is unfolding I am trying to stay out of his reach. There is a car in between us, or mostly Kirk was in between us. Jared went as far as to literally CHASE me around a vehicle in circles. Jared never necessarily hit me while on Kirks property, but he did grab me, hold me down, tripped me, and held me on the ground forcefully not letting me up. Kirk split us up a few times. Eventually I got in Kirks pick up and locked the doors. Jared hit his truck. After about 20 minutes Jared finally calmed down enough and was quietly in his vehicle talking with Kirk. I stayed in Kirks truck until Jared left the property. Kirk and I talk about what just happened for a bit and I head home. I get home and I am exhausted, it’s about 4:30/5 pm when I get home. I take a nap. When I wake up about 6 pm. Jared has been texting on my mac (phoneless still), and he’s poking me bad, he knows exactly what to say. It’s annoying chatting on the mac vs talking on the phone or texting so I tell him I am going to his house to talk. I think maybe he will give me my phone back. I leave my house at 7:43 PM. I get there before he even text me back at 8 pm saying he needs to eat and doesn’t want company. Once I arrive no one is home. I ring the bell, and no one answers. Usually I let myself in, and for a split-second I question if I should or not considering how everything unfolded that day. I decide to let myself in. When I open the door, I say “hello, is anyone home?”. I still want to remain polite in the small chance he is home and has company. I look in the garage and see there is no Jared, but there’s my phone on the work bench so I grab it. Then I head to the ottoman in the living room. I sit, waiting for Jared to get home facing the front door. I know he will be home soon because he obsesses over his home security cameras. They probably have already notified his phone. Jared opens the door and asks why I am here, and I explain to talk about today and to get my phone. Jared sees I have my phone already but he is not really acting psycho or mad, so I think maybe he was just upset earlier. You know since he had court, he is also probably embarrassed for how he acted in front of Kir took. I still tread lightly and I am being hypersensitive as to not irritate him further. He tells me he went to go get food, but came back because I was here waiting. Not once does he ask me to leave, tell me he has plans, or make me feel unwelcomed. We are in his garage now, and he tells me he found his bag of drugs, and hands me the bong. I consider it an apology, since Jared has a hard time admitting sincere fault. We partake recreationally. Jared tells me that he needs to go the bank and his friend is coming over. He tells me he will be right back, and ask me to let him in when he shows up. Then he leaves. I wait in the garage for about 40 minutes, painting. Jared gets back about 9 pm, and his buddy still hasn’t showed up. We are waiting in the garage then his friends finally gets there. I go to vacuum out my Jeep while everyone is hanging out. It was easy going when Aaron was there, not at all hostile. Then, about the last 3o minutes of aaron being there I could tell Jared was kind of upset with me, by his little comments he would make. I asked him twice if he was mad cause he was being rude. Both times he brushed it off and played it out like I was tripping. So I believed him. Once aaron left I’m not exactly sure what happened but Jared got mad, and he was pissed. I think it had something to do with me vacuuming out my jeep and him thinking I was smoking fentanyl and using the vacuum to blow the smoke around? I honestly don’t know what happened. And I don’t know what happened between sitting in the garage to being in the living room. But I remember him grabbing my keys out of my hands in the living room, as I tried to leave and throwing them. I was lucky to see where they landed. Then he forced me to sit on the couch with my hands under my butt. I wasn’t allowed to touch anything. Not him, not m hands together, not the couch, nothing. I don’t recall the exact order on how everything unfolded. It’s hard to remember. I get like flash backs of the abuse. He pushed me around as to where to sit in the living room, on the couch, and on the floor. He would grab my shoulders and place me aggressively and push me. He would slap me for crying, slap me for screaming for help, slap me for breathing too loud, slap me for answering his questions, slap me for not answering his questions, he hit me so many times I couldn’t keep track. There was no way to keep him happy and from hitting me. He would put his forehead to mine intimidating me, then bite me. He bit the bridge of my nose, and the point of my nose. At one point in the living room I had a panic attack and couldn’t breathe. I asked him to take my shirt off because he kept hitting me to make me be quiet. However, I was hyperventilating and couldn’t be quiet. I tried my best to calm down but the entire night had truly turned into a nightmare. I didn’t think it would ever happen to me. I was able to almost distract him from hitting me by saying things like “shhh, the cops are here. Did you hear that?” That was the only thing I could do or say that wouldn’t get a response out of him that wasn’t physical. Until… it was. He started choking me. Every time he would choke me he would get more violent with it. It started from covering my mouth, and putting his hand on my throat, to squeezing his hand n my throat, covering up my mouth and nose, holding me in a choke hold, and finally full on strangling me. He strangled me I think three times that night. I honestly don’t know because Everything seemed like it happened in a whirl but really the night dragged on. I begged him to stop hitting me and I cried out every time he hurt me. I would jump if he made fast movements because I didn’t want to get hit again. He threatened to kill me several times. He threatened to bust my teeth in, he threatened to water log me. He even threatened to tie me up and put me in the closet. I started to believe he was going to. I begged him not to do that. And in a sick and twisted manor he said to me “To not do what? Don’t tie you up, Don’t lock you in the closet, or don’t water log you? Or all of it?”. I cried and begged him saying “baby, please just let me go”. He would taunt me and mimic my voice “Oh, baby please just let me go”. It was disturbing and seriously twisted. The entire time the abuse was happening he didn’t even look like the man I knew. His eyes were terrifying. See this wasn’t a man in front of me. This was a fucking monster, and he was going to kill me. I honestly didn’t think I was going to die until we were in the bathroom. Not only did he keep saying he was going to kill me, and he wanted to hurt me, but he wanted his gun too. I wanted a sweatshirt, see I was still topless from the panic attack. I was getting cold and needed to go to the bathroom too. It wasn’t urgent but I thought it would be a good distraction from being shot, or beat on anymore. I was pushed off the couch and pushed into the master bath/master closet. I asked to relieve myself, then put a sweatshirt on. He allowed it, but only under his close eye..I wasn’t able to leave his eye site. He started to chastise me about the dirty floor. He said “CLEAN THIS BATHROOM FLOOR WOMAN! What you like picking crumbs off the floor you dirty hamster?”. I didn’t understand why he was tormenting me about the floor, but I would rather have that then being hit repetitively, or killed. He demanded I start cleaning it, so I did. I asked him what I should use, and he got mad and slapped me. “Use a towel you dumb bitch! Shut you’re fucking mouth when you talk to me. Be quiet you fucking bitch!”. He took bathroom soap and squirted it along the floor and I grabbed a towel off the ground and wiped it up. The entire time he was making the movements as if he was going to kick me in the face, he even said “I should kick you in the face right now, you make me sick. I want to kick you in the face Aly!”. Some how we both ended up on the ground, and he had me by the throat, or by the hair around my neck, or by the sweatshirt I was wearing. I don’t exactly remember. I thought the only way I was going to get out of here is if I killed him. I WAS TERRIFIED OF THIS PERSON. This isn’t the man I love. He scared me so bad that what occurred next was something I will never forget in my life. Jared and I were facing each other on the ground in the bathroom. His abuse continued to get more violent and serious throughout the night. I had no thoughts about what I did next. It was almost like something took over me, and Instinctively I fought for my life. I grabbed Jared’s shoulders, or neck, or head, and I bashed him into the wall. We struggled and fought for a bit but I ended up on top of him. I wrapped his chain around my hand and I squeezed with everything I had. I told myself not to let go repeatedly. I told myself if I let go he was going to be furious and he will kill me. SO I didn’t let go. Instead I twisted and pulled harder. I gave it everything I had. Two different times he yelled out “stop Aly, I can’t breathe”. I didn’t stop. I didn’t realize exactly what I was doing until I saw his face and neck red, and the veins popping out/bulging from his necklace. I thought, I can’t kill this man and I chickened out. I let him go. WRONG DECISION ALY. He hit me in the face and smashed my cheeks against the ground. Relentlessly strangling me.. I went for everything and anything I could. His eyes, his penis anything. I kept thinking about the movie Miss Congeality. I realized fighting was of no use. The position we were in wasn’t allowing me any movements. He was on top of my back, my belly on the ground, and my face smashed in between the ninety degree angle where the floor meets the wall. I could not move an inch. I told myself to stay calm and try to think of something better. I thought this is it, I was going to die. It actually brought some type of peace knowing that soon this would all be over and I wouldn’t have to fight like this anymore. Have you ever had no air? With an enormously large amount of weight on top of you? I felt crushed, suffocated, and about to be violently murdered. This was the end….. Then Jared let me go. I believe if he held on for two seconds longer, I wouldn’t have survived. I jumped up for air, gasping but not panicking. Immediately jared said something like “there’s blood everywhere we have to stop.” Then he started screaming and crying about how his feet were on fire. There is something on the floor that are burning his feet. I tried to remain calm and explain that we should wash it off then. He goes into the shower and I follow trying to be hypersensitive again worried at any moment he will attack me again. I squirt soap on the mat that you use to clean the bottom of our feet without bending over. I offer to wash them but I make no movement to crouch in front of him. I was afraid that he would be above me and bash my head in with something. I thought that he was just trying to distract me to get another and better grasp of me to end my life. He put his foot in the air and I tried to help clean it. Jared then brought up he wanted his gun, and it’s in the garage. He pushed me with his body to kind of lead me out of the bathroom and into the garage where is gun was loaded and located. I remember stopping abruptly before entering the garage. I made a point I wasn’t going out there. Not verbally, but pysically by not walking further. Jared walked pass me and grabbed his gun. He turned around and pointed it at me. I begged for him to stop and put the gun down as I hid behind the door jam. “Please don’t” I kept saying and crying. He is still balling, still very upset. I thought this is it he is going to shoot me. Jared: “You’re not worth it Aly. Will YOU KILL ME INSTEAD?” he screamed. Aly: “No Jared, please Don’t. Put the gun DOWN. PLEASE!”. Jared: “You’re not worth it, I DON’T WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE”, he screamed at me and got on his knees. He put the gun in his mouth and then laid on the ground, with the gun in his right hand. I looked over my shoulder and see Darla standing by the front door, as if she knew it was time to go. If I was going to escape I couldn’t be caught. I didn’t want to think about what he would do to me if I wasn’t successful. I look back at jared, he is still belly on the ground, gun in his hand and he is crying. I turn and make a run for the door. I unlock it and sprint as fast as I can calling Darla and hoping that she comes with me. Once I realize I made it out I don’t look back. I am pretty sure I ran faster than Darla. I choose the house that has cars in the driveway and the lights on. I make it to the door and ring their RingDoorBell. I am terrified he is behind me, and he is coming for me. I keep trying to listen and be quiet but also I am preying they are home or let me in. I try ringing the bell two more times but the device won’t make a sound. So I start knocking. I am loud enough they hear me, but I don’t want to terrify them. I am sure I looked terrifying. I am bloody and seriously beat up. A woman says over the doorbell device “What do you want” all I could blurt out is “Call the police”. I am not sure if that’s when Jared called my name (like he went outside to find me), or if it was when I was knocking. The woman doesn’t say anything for a brief second then tells me to hide in the backyard. I grab Darla by her collar but she is resisting. I have to let her go if I am going to hide safely. I go to the side gate and try to open it. I am frantically trying to figure out how the hell the gate opens. I am pulling on the hinges stupidly, realizing that it is a hinge and not the locking mechanism. I pull it together, and slow down thinking if I don’t open this damn gate Jared will most likely find me. I get itopen,and I am now in the backyard. I see that this family has kids. There is a play set and a trampoline. I feel awful and almost like a monster that this has now effected this families comfort zone.. I owe them a huuuuugge apology. If I ever get a chance to know who they are I will express my gratitude in how they helped save my life and apologize for everything I caused them. I decide to sit in the corner of the cement patch under their cveored balcony because it has the most light. I want the family to know where I am and what I am doing at all times, plus I want the police to see me. I am freezing, soaking wet, and barefoot. Darla is in-between my legs and I am sitting holding her and trying to quiet her. We both are shaking. I see the lights out front flashing, Darla gets anxious and barks a little. I try to quiet her but I have to put my hands up because the police are coming around the corner. I put my hands up and wait for instructions by the officers. I don’t feel safe yet. I start to feel safe once I am in the police car and Officer Smith gets me a blanket. He is a very nice man and he deserves a shout out at the least. He argued for me in getting Darla and was on my side from the beginning it felt like. For that, I am thankful far beyond I can express. So we got D, went to the hospital,then the station. I finally was able to go home at 1 pm and I slept until 9 pm that night. Then again from midnight to 10 am the next day. It still dawns on me daily that I am lucky to be alive. I never thought this could happen to me. As I write this statement I can hear my father’s voice “Everything heals with time honey”. I don’t believe that I have even begun to heal yet, I still don’t believe this is actually real life. I feel as if I am waiting to wake up from a terrible nightmare still.