So to start things off I’m a 16 year old guy that is a bit taller that most people I’m 6’4 and sometimes get mistaken for an 18 year old, I know it’s not really important but I just wanted to give you an idea of how I look. Anyways, I have an instagram with about 200 follows, not the biggest but no the smallest page. Anyways, around 4 months ago my instagram got deleted, at least I thought so, as soon as I saw this I made another instagram and posted on my other social medias so my friends and family could know that I have a new instagram and that my old one got deleted.
A few hours after I posted that my old instagram got deleted one of my friends from school had texted me that it didn’t get deleted and that it’s still up, so when I read that I searched up my old instagram on my new one and saw that it still existed. So I signed out and tried to log back on to my original instagram.
Unfortunately it didn’t work and it told me that the password was incorrect. I didn’t really think much of it and just logged back on to my new instagram, i also told my friend that I didn’t have the password for it and to just unfollow it.
One week later a girl that I knew from a chemistry class (I’ll call her Ashley)texted me saying “hey”I thought it was strange because I only had her number because we got paired up with each other for a project and haven’t talked to each other in a long time. So I texted her back “what’s up?”. She asked me where we were gonna meet up tomorrow. I was lost and didn’t know what she was talking about. So I asked her what she was talking about. She told me that I texted her on instagram earlier that morning asking her to hang out at the mall later that week.
Being the teenager that I was I just played it off and pretended that I did ask her to hang out. I also kind of did have a little crush of her earlier that year. At no moment did I even wonder who was the one that texted her, or even who was controlling my instagram.
Two days later I left to the mall and went to the place where Ashley and I were going to meet up. After five minutes of waiting at the food court I saw her with an older man with his arm around her shoulders, I just thought it was her father and he was bringing her here. So I walked up to her and greeted her and the guy that was with her. I asked him if he was her dad, he brought her closer to him and and said “yeah I’m her father and sorry but she has to go home with me, maybe you guys can hang out some other time.” I looked over at Ashley and she had her head down with a sad look on her face.
Now I didn’t know Ashley that much but I knew that she wasn’t usually this quiet, she’s usually an outgoing person. I asked Ashley what was wrong and before she could say anything the man pulled her arm and said “sorry we’re in a hurry”.
I got the signal that he wasn’t Ashley’s dad, and that Ashely was in danger. So I chase after them and when he noticed that I was chasing him, he grabbed her even harder and started running. I guess being a football player payed off in the real world because I caught up to him and tackled him down. I was more concerned about Ashley than I was about the man so I went to see if Ashley was okay because he was basically dragging her by her wrist. I picked Ashley up and thankfully she only had a small pain on her hands where he pulled her.
She thanked me for helping her but she was really worried, also the man took off with her phone. We stayed for a bit to fill out a report and I drove her home after that. She didn’t mention anything about hanging out another time so I thought that.
A few days later I got a text from Ashley’s number saying that she was thankful for helping her and she was hoping if she could make it up to me with a make up date. I didn’t reply to who ever was texting me and I haven’t heard anything from Ashley about that incident ever since. It’s been 4 months since then and nothing’s came up.
I tried to take down my old instagram by having a lot of my friend reported it and block it just in case it didn’t go down. If Ashley didn’t tell me that he stole her phone, who would’ve known if I would’ve been her to tell this story, or if I just left Ashley get taken who would’ve known what happened to her.