Lisa’s favorite color was pink, her favorite flower, the rose and she loved animals, especially cats. She always placed a star above her ’I’ when signing her name. Her closest friends called her ‘Lisakinze’ a nickname she wore proudly. Lisa, like any other teen, wanted one thing…to be loved. What she didn’t realize is that she was. She was loved by many. She put all her trust and someone else above herself … for this she died. On November 9, 2006, Lisa was violently murdered by her boyfriend. He left her body to lie where she fell for 4-6 hours, making her wish of being an organ donor impossible. This boy who said he would ‘take care of her’ callously shot her in the face; she died ‘almost’ instantly. She was 18 years old.
Jennifer Ann Crecente (September 9, 1987-February 15, 2006) was an 18-year-old high school honor student who was shot and killed in Austin, Texas, by an ex-boyfriend on February 15, 2006. Jennifer was killed a few months prior to graduation.
Jennifer was a camp counselor at SciTrek in Atlanta and volunteered her time for the ASPCA and a local hospital. Jennifer also enjoyed the arts and appeared on stage with her dad in two musicals at the Colquitt County Arts Center. In 2006, a memorial bench was dedicated to her memory and in 2007, the Arts Center dedicated a performance of “Oliver!” to her memory.
In response to her murder, a nonprofit charity, Jennifer Ann’s Group, has been formed; a memorial grant was created in her name for graduate psychology students to study intimate partner violence; and two pieces of legislation passed in Texas.
Being abused is not something we plan on. It’s not something we see coming. It’s not something we expect to happen. But it does. Every day. It happened to me. It could happen to you. It could be happening to one of your friends right now and you would never even know. This is my story. Please listen and take with stride all of the information I’m giving you. Because if we don’t try and stop this now, it could end up being too late.
He was my best friend in high school. He was awkward and different, but we got along really well. He always seemed so sweet and he always made me laugh. I graduated the year before him. After he got out and I was in college, we started hanging out again. We reconnected. And it was just like old times. After a few months we saw more in each other and started dating. And it was wonderful. We were young and in love. I saw myself spending the rest of my life with him. I could picture it and I loved it. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Recently, DASH received an email from “T” (we are protecting her identity for privacy reasons), describing her abusive dating relationship. She agreed to allow us to post her compelling story in her own words. Because her story is quite involved and each incident needs to be shared, we will post it in two parts. Part one describes the intense beginning.