Ashley’s Story
My sister Ashley was 29 when she died. She left behind two children, my niece and
nephew, and took with her another, as she was pregnant when she passed on. Ashley
did not have the best life. Technically
she was my half-sister, we had the same dad but different moms. Little did I
know that our mothers would be the defining factor between her lifestyle and
mine. Ashley’s mother battled with
addiction and mental health issues her whole life. She never got the help she needed, and when
she had Ashley her problems intensified.
My family tried to get Ashley who was then just a little girl to come
live with us. My aunt, my mother, and my
father all tried to get full custody of this little girl but their efforts were
to no avail.
As I said,
Ashley’s mom was an addict. She was in
trouble with the police but she still needed that “fix” so she began to send Ashley
onto the streets for her. At that point,
Ashley didn’t have a record, so her consequences if caught would be a lot less
than those of her mothers. Ashley was
her drug runner. She had her shoplifting
shampoo in CVS because all of the money went to drugs. At the age of 12, Ashley was sent into the
world of sex trafficking and prostitution.
Her mother became her “pimp” and would send Ashley to a local motel in
Marietta to have sex with grown men for money that went to her mother’s drug habit. Now remember this was her only daughter.
Ashley's
life then spiraled. She was in and out
of jail, still having sex with men for money for her mom, and she herself
became an addict. However, deep within Ashley
was always a want to get better. She
started to straighten out when she met a man and became pregnant with her first
child. Ashley cleaned herself up, much
to her mother’s disgust, and moved out with the father of her child. She got a job and started to raise the child
in a stable home. This went on for a few
years and during that time she had another child. However, things took a turn
for the worse when she was in a car accident and needed prescription
painkillers. Due to her addictive past,
she again became addicted. She got fired from her job, she was losing the
apartment, and eventually her boyfriend left pushing her right back into the
arms of her mother. Their lifestyle
quickly resumed and Ashley was again being trafficked and prostituted by her mom. If she said no or resisted
her mother would beat her until she would agree.
The last
time I saw Ashley was the summer before she died. My father took Ashley, her two children, and
me to Hershey Park knowing that the kids were never there before. I remember pulling up in front of Ashley’s
mothers house and the two kids coming out but not Ashley. That’s when her little boy who was about five
at the time got into the car. He told us
“mommy will be out in a minute, she's trying to cover up what grandma did last
night”. Ashley soon came out with cuts
and bruises all over her face with makeup caked on to try to hide the
marks. So that was what grandma did?
We got the
call December of that year that Ashley was found dead in her mother’s
home. She had missed her probation
meeting after getting out of rehab a week earlier. When the officer went to the home her mother
tried to tell them she was still sleeping, but when they pushed past her Ashley
was dead in her room. Her last words
ever spoken to me were “keep going to school, don’t ever let yourself get into
the situation I am. It’s too late for me
to change, so all I want is to see you go on and have a great life. You never got into this lifestyle, you always
kept your head on straight, you're so smart, and I'm so proud of you.”
When we
went to the funeral home to see Ashley before her mother had her cremated, the
bruises on her face were obvious. She
was beaten before she died. Ashley died
of a drug overdose. The nature of that
overdose, whether intentional or not, and who was responsible we will never
know.
Trafficking is closer to home than you think. Take it from me; it is very hard to get
someone out of that lifestyle. It is a lifetime
battle, it isn't something that you help someone out of and just brush your hands of
it. Anything can cause them to slip back
into that world. For us, it was even
harder to help Ashley because that was her mother. All that a little girl ever wants is her mother’s
approval. It was not some random scary
man on the corner that pushed her into that life; it was her own flesh and
blood. If you know someone that is in
this situation please get him or her help.
We tried to get Ashley help her whole life but we couldn’t break the bond
between a mother and her daughter. I am
telling her story to raise awareness. It
is still very hard to talk about the situation, but it’s even harder to get
that phone call that someone has passed on from this lifestyle.
Get help and be aware.
In loving memory.
Jordan Hall