I'll Get You
By Sam Rule and Kelli Peters
Genre: True Crime / Thriller
PTA president Kelli Peters had a normal, happy life in Orange County, California, where she volunteered at her daughter’s school, carpooled, and took care of her family. When a school parent angrily accused Kelli of keeping her son waiting during the afterschool pick-up, it appeared to be a simple confrontation with an overprotective mother. Kelli soon learned, however, that she was the target of a twisted plot against her that involved drugs, lies, schemes, and a campaign to ruin her life. The vendetta led to reputations tarnished, careers lost, secret lives uncovered, two parents in jail, families destroyed, and a $5.7 million dollar civil judgment.
“I’ll Get You!” Drugs, Lies, and the Terrorizing of a PTA Mom is the true story of an ordinary American woman who survived an evil conspiracy that turned her life upside down and shook her hometown to its core.
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“I’ll Get You!” Drugs, Lies, and the Terrorizing of a PTA Mom is the true story of an ordinary American woman who survived an evil conspiracy that turned her life upside down and shook her hometown to its core.
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“Why would you say that?” Kelli said, her heart racing.
“Because his face is dirty,” Jill said. “It looks like his face was forced down in the mud.”
“No way,” Kelli says. “I disagree. That did not happen and you know it. Why are you doing this? If Layton’s face was dirty, it’s because the kids play tennis on the black asphalt, and the tennis balls are covered in dust. It’s hot, the kids are sweaty, they’re wiping their faces, and they get dirty. There’s no mud out there. There’s no mud anywhere.”
What the hell? If this woman really thinks her son was molested, why is she standing her talking to me? Why isn’t she calling the police or taking Layton to the hospital?
“The only reason she was interrogating me like that,” Kelli says, “was to try to get me to corroborate the weird, crazy story she was concocting. Any mother who thinks their child has been molested gets help or goes to the authorities. She doesn’t leave her supposedly traumatized, molested child alone in a car to go interrogate a school volunteer.”
Jill crossed her arms and stared Kelli down. “He was molested,” she insisted.
Oh my God. A chill went down Kelli’s spine. She knew the tennis coach well. He was a family man with children of his own whom Kelli had known for many years. He was a dedicated teacher who supported his family by coaching tennis at different places around Orange County.
“He was one of the nicest, most hard-working guys I knew,” Kelli says. “This would have been a horrifying blow to him. He would have lost his livelihood and been unable to support his family. I wasn’t going to let Jill Easter do this. I was ready to defend his character to the hilt.”
Jill repeated her mantra six or seven more times. Kelli continued to deny any possibility of what Jill was saying.
Kelli says, “She was accusing the coach of the lowest thing a man who works with children could get accused of. She did it without giving a moment’s thought to what she could do to this man’s life.”
When Kelli refused to give in, Jill stared at her with cold blue eyes and a calculating expression on her face. Kelli got the vivid sense that this was a woman who was used to bullying people to get what she wanted. She was clearly used to getting her way.
When Jill started up again, Kelli finally grew tired of her rant. She interrupted and said, “You know, I’m not doing this. I don’t get paid for this. I’m just a volunteer. I don’t know what you’re trying to do. The coach is the most amazing man, he’s got five minutes to pack up and leave. I’m not doing this. This is crazy. I’m not doing it. Goodbye.” Then she turned around and walked away.
Behind her, Jill shouted in an enraged voice, “How do you sleep at night?”
Kelli ignored her and opened the door to return back inside.
Jill screamed behind her in a shrill, piercing tone, “I’ll get you!”
Kelli froze in her steps. Her shoulders went up, a chill raced down her spine, and the hairs at the back of her neck stood up.
She’d never heard a tone like that before, or such frightening words: “I’ll get you!”
Those words were a direct threat.
A very real, frightening threat from the mouth of an unstable woman.
“Because his face is dirty,” Jill said. “It looks like his face was forced down in the mud.”
“No way,” Kelli says. “I disagree. That did not happen and you know it. Why are you doing this? If Layton’s face was dirty, it’s because the kids play tennis on the black asphalt, and the tennis balls are covered in dust. It’s hot, the kids are sweaty, they’re wiping their faces, and they get dirty. There’s no mud out there. There’s no mud anywhere.”
What the hell? If this woman really thinks her son was molested, why is she standing her talking to me? Why isn’t she calling the police or taking Layton to the hospital?
“The only reason she was interrogating me like that,” Kelli says, “was to try to get me to corroborate the weird, crazy story she was concocting. Any mother who thinks their child has been molested gets help or goes to the authorities. She doesn’t leave her supposedly traumatized, molested child alone in a car to go interrogate a school volunteer.”
Jill crossed her arms and stared Kelli down. “He was molested,” she insisted.
Oh my God. A chill went down Kelli’s spine. She knew the tennis coach well. He was a family man with children of his own whom Kelli had known for many years. He was a dedicated teacher who supported his family by coaching tennis at different places around Orange County.
“He was one of the nicest, most hard-working guys I knew,” Kelli says. “This would have been a horrifying blow to him. He would have lost his livelihood and been unable to support his family. I wasn’t going to let Jill Easter do this. I was ready to defend his character to the hilt.”
Jill repeated her mantra six or seven more times. Kelli continued to deny any possibility of what Jill was saying.
Kelli says, “She was accusing the coach of the lowest thing a man who works with children could get accused of. She did it without giving a moment’s thought to what she could do to this man’s life.”
When Kelli refused to give in, Jill stared at her with cold blue eyes and a calculating expression on her face. Kelli got the vivid sense that this was a woman who was used to bullying people to get what she wanted. She was clearly used to getting her way.
When Jill started up again, Kelli finally grew tired of her rant. She interrupted and said, “You know, I’m not doing this. I don’t get paid for this. I’m just a volunteer. I don’t know what you’re trying to do. The coach is the most amazing man, he’s got five minutes to pack up and leave. I’m not doing this. This is crazy. I’m not doing it. Goodbye.” Then she turned around and walked away.
Behind her, Jill shouted in an enraged voice, “How do you sleep at night?”
Kelli ignored her and opened the door to return back inside.
Jill screamed behind her in a shrill, piercing tone, “I’ll get you!”
Kelli froze in her steps. Her shoulders went up, a chill raced down her spine, and the hairs at the back of her neck stood up.
She’d never heard a tone like that before, or such frightening words: “I’ll get you!”
Those words were a direct threat.
A very real, frightening threat from the mouth of an unstable woman.
Sam Rule
Sam Rule is the pseudonym for a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of 75 books. His books have been translated into multiple languages around the world. He enjoys writing stories about fascinating people that capture public interest. He also enjoys a fine Malbec when the situation arises.
Kelli Peters
Kelli Peters is a mother, wife, PTA volunteer, animal lover, people lover, kid lover, and life lover. She has been with her beloved husband for 30 years and talks to her parents every day. Her greatest joy is spending time with family, friends, and children. She loves walking her dogs and going to the beach. One of her greatest achievements, besides raising her daughter, has been surviving a campaign of terror that almost destroyed her life. She is a testament to what the human spirit can endure with the support of community, friends, and family. She is forever grateful to the people who stood by her.
Sam Rule is the pseudonym for a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of 75 books. His books have been translated into multiple languages around the world. He enjoys writing stories about fascinating people that capture public interest. He also enjoys a fine Malbec when the situation arises.
Kelli Peters
Kelli Peters is a mother, wife, PTA volunteer, animal lover, people lover, kid lover, and life lover. She has been with her beloved husband for 30 years and talks to her parents every day. Her greatest joy is spending time with family, friends, and children. She loves walking her dogs and going to the beach. One of her greatest achievements, besides raising her daughter, has been surviving a campaign of terror that almost destroyed her life. She is a testament to what the human spirit can endure with the support of community, friends, and family. She is forever grateful to the people who stood by her.
