My question is: Has anyone tried to take your life away?
Has it happened more then once? I was thinking about this the other day and I realized my life has been threatened on more then one occasion and not
just threatened, actually attempted. There is more to this, but first I'd like to hear your stories
i went out a few years ago with a group of people who lets say i suspected were into a lot more than they wanted me to know.
most of them were related and we all ended up in a nightclub.
usually they all sat together in a corner only leaving to do the normal things,dance buy drinks and go to the toilets.
it was the first time id really been out with them as part of a group,i was seeing a girl who was related to them.
my sixth sense/paranoia call it what you will started kicking in when they started dissapearing.
it was common practice for all of them to walk home together and carry on drinking and so forth in the flat of the first one to leave.
i knew her well and she was always and i do mean always the last to leave,sometimes after being asked several times by the doormen to do so at the end
of the night.
so to leave a full hour before the club shut struck me as odd.especially as she had been her usual life and soul up until she said she was leaving.
i went to the bar about 20 minutes before the bar shut and made my way back to the corner everyone else was sat in when i left only to find there was
no-one there at all.
i wandered round the club and found the girl i was seeing,she was stood near the dj decks.
she told me she felt like going home,i said wait a few minutes and ill come with you.it was only 15 minutes or so until we had to leave anyway.
she said no its ok and pointed out her male cousin was also on his own and asked me to go have a drink with him which i did.she then left.
me and him went to the bar together just before they stopped serving,he then suggested we go for a walk round the nightclub.
we walked round and he spotted his sister and cousin,they were talking to 2 men so he said lets go say hello.
the 2 men they were talking to were both 6 feet 3 or 4 and probably tipped the scales at 17 stone plus.
we said hello and and are you alright then out of the blue one of the men told me to # off.
id never seen either of them in my life but they started getting abusive.i asked him why he was being like that,i said hes her brother and the other
ones his cousin so whats your problem.
you he said i dont like you.
i told him and his mate i didnt like them either and told the others i was off to the toilet.
the club was clearing by this time and i couldnt see the bloke i was drinking with but by this time i wanted to get home anyway,the sixth sense was
working over time.
why would 2 men in a nightclub trying appperently to impress 2 girls they just met start threatening their brother and cousins boyfreind who had the
audacity to say hello.
nothing added up.
on the way out the 2 girls were at the cloakroom and i stopped to ask them who the men were.
they didnt really give me an answer but said their cousin was outside waiting for me.
as soon as the fresh air hit me i knew i had to get out of there,i didnt bother looking for the cousin.
i knew i was in trouble and had to get home.
i lived 2 miles from the club and know the town like the back of my hand so i didnt go the normal or obvious way.i tried a few shortcuts and yes i did
check several times to see if i was being followed.
it took 30 minutes to get there i crisscrossed a few times waited and saw nothing,im ex army and surveillance was 2nd nature at one time.
i made it back to the block of flats i lived in,it was a 3 storey building with 2 flats on each floor.
to get to my flat i had to go through the entrance door,up one flight of stairs where there was a firedoor.i had to go through the firedoor and the
frontdoors to the 2 flats on that storey were behind it.
i entered through the entrance door and made my way up the stairs,the last memory or clear memory i have was puttng my hand on the handle of the fire
door.
i was hit with an iron bar.
i was hit several times one split went from the middle of my forehead and half way over my skull,one went down the back of my head and one was above
my right eye.
i had about 30 stitches and they glued the split on my forehead to cut down on scarring.