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I Was Friends With A Convicted Rapist

I Was Friends With A Convicted Rapist

WHAT THE FUCK?

That’s obviously what you’re thinking. And if the roles were reversed… I’d be like WTF, too.

It’s not exactly something you wake up one day and put in your calendar…

But it’s true. This isn’t some click-bait bullshit that the Daily Mail loves to vomit every day of the week.

This shit is real. And that’s why I have to share it because I couldn’t believe it.

 

Once Upon A Time

When I was 18-19 years old, possibly even 20, I hung out with a gang of friends.

If you ever seen us, you would have thought we were a mob of crooks and criminals. Because well: at least 5, 8, 10, 12+ of us would hang out together at any given time.

So from the outside in it might have looked intimidating. I know how that feels.

And there was one guy in particular who was “part of the gang” (pun intended), who’d chill with us occasionally.

Like me, he’s tall as fuck (over 6 ft at least). He had a goofy-ish personality, laughed a lot, and loved to crack jokes a lot. Kinda like Homer Simpson I guess.

I even remember laughing with the guy in the city centre outside retail shop: Debenhams.

Paul (we’ll call him that) was just your average everyday person. Certainly not a guy you’d look at and think: “wow, he looks like the kind of guy who’s a rapist”. Because let’s keep it fucking real: There’s no such thing as “looking a certain way”.

If there was I would have seen it sooner.

This is why stereotypes are dangerously overrated and inaccurate. But that’s a story for another day.

 

A couple of years later (recently) I couldn’t fucking believe what I was seeing

I avoid the mainstream news because it’s full of negative, atrocious, scum-of-the-earth shit that’s too depressing.

If I can’t do anything about what happened, then why dip my head into depressing stories which will only ruin my day? That’s my attitude towards it.

But this time I didn’t have a choice.

One of many people I know did some catching up with me. We wondered around, talking about “back in the day” and things of that nature.

And then he dumped the whole thing on me like a bucket of water. Except I was drenched in shock rather than water. Especially after reading the news report on the internet.

WTF? Was my obvious response. And after diving into the story, well, let’s just say:

  • An innocent woman was put through a horrific rape. And if it wasn’t for what she told him, who knows what would have happened next.

She was brave to report it, because 1000’s of rape cases go unreported every year.

The end result for the culprit was obviously Jail. With a sentence more ruthless than the pain of being kicked in the balls.

And rightly so. And I can’t help but wonder:

  • What the fuck happened to Paul?
  • Was he always like this?
  • Was I being mislead in regards to his true character?
  • What the F happened in the past 5+ years?

It’s uncomfortable talking about this, but fuckin’ ell. If that was your “friend” or “associate”, what kind of questions would be running through your head?

What “Paul” did was wrong and unjust. What’s worse is how the victim is bound to be affected for the rest of her life. And how difficult things will be for her in regards to trusting men.

And not in a million years would I have expected any of this shit to happen. Especially not so close to “home” if you know what I mean.

Everyday is full of surprises. But I suppose it’s not surprising when you consider this ruthless statistic:

“Approximately 85,000 women and 12,000 men are raped in England and Wales alone every year; that’s roughly 11 rapes (of adults alone) every hour. These figures include assaults by penetration and attempts.”

Source: Rape Crisis England & Wales Statistics

What a damn shame…

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