Kind of a story confession, but one that was a massive part of my life and have wanted to post before, but not under my username..
Couple years back me and my Dad lived in a horrid area with grade A chav's, ****** and tax spongers all around. We'd lived there for a 8+ years and I was fairly well known to the locals (after previous minor altercations) and wouldnt really get too much hassle.
However, as life does, it went to **** and my Dad ended up in the local paper for some **** in which the locals didnt like. The paper span the story as they do and it resulted it a pretty rough time for our family and made it pretty tough for everyone. But, I stuck by him through him losing his job, sister moving to a different country, mother divorcing (for separate reasons) a year before, and plenty of other ****.
But, that first night of the paper printing it (we didn't know) I was out round my gf's and returned home in the morning to find my work car had been smashed up. Didn't really think to much into it at the time as it looked like a standard robbery. Reported to the Police, had company come out and fix the car (windows + lock).
Next evening, again, I was out around the gf's as we still didn't know anything about it being in the paper. Dad was at home alone with the dog. That evening there were loads of people from the area outside the house throwing stuff at the house, cars etc and eventually put a brick through the front window before they all dispersed.
I returned early in the morning to find it all and Dad in a fairly shook up state. He'd called the police at the time, but they didn't come out till 10am. Boarded up the window and left basically. They informed us that our address would be on high alert and any calls would be responded to instantly for the next 48hrs.
At this point my mother had got in touch after someone mentioned to her about the paper and we finally put 2 and 2 together.
Figuring it would get worse, I Set up Cameras and moved what was left of my work car and dads car to a different location. Luckily, I had my pride and joy car with me both nights so far so it was untouched.
In the middle of the day, we let the dog outside to do his business, and the neighbour next door leaned over the fence and threw a glass bottle at him. Narrowly missing him. I saw who it was, words were exchanged, and he threatened to stab me whilst holding a large kitchen knife.
I again phoned the police, 1 chap on a bike came round about an hour later, had a look at the broken glass, said there wasn't much he could do as it would only result in it being my word against his and left.
That evening, I had the cameras set up recording to laptops which were streaming straight to my iphone so I had it constantly on me so I could always see what was going on.
At about 6ish I noticed a lot of small groups of people walking slowly past the house and staring looking up and down. Few hours rolled by and we could hear they were all in the back gardens of houses next door either side all drinking and shouting.
At this point I know that they were not aware I was in, and thought it was only my dad again.
Dad went for a shower.
"That ****'s in the shower, go now" loudly heard from the gardens.
At that point the front of the house looked like a wasps nest of people. Male, Female, Dogs, aged anywhere in-between 13-60. Everyone and their mother was out to have a go.
Started with eggs and small stones being thrown at the front. No big issue, But called the police anyway.
Then, the stones start getting larger, they start getting more confident.
Rocks start smashing the house and windows, now from all directions, front and back of the house. There in the back garden too after jumping the walls.
I'm upstairs with Dad at the safest point fingers going a dozen controlling the motorized webcams getting great images of all of them.
Windows front and back being smashed in with bricks and eggs going left right and center. Then a couple of them come and start kicking in the front door.
I call the police again. "There are people kicking our f'ing door in, I'm in fear for mine and my family's life." And what does the operator say??
"Well, it doesn't sound like it from here"
I went bat**** mental. Took the phone downstairs and held it to the door that on the other side, was being kicked in. Shouted at him and hung up the phone.
At this point, I was seeing red, and where you literally feel like your house is about to be set alight and your trapped at all angles I decided it was about time I took it into my own hands and went out with a baseball bat.
I barely touched the door handle when the final kick flew it clear open. To the 2 people stood kicking it's surprise, I was home. Something that they didn't know.
I planted what can only be described as the best haymaker of my life of the first one and he went straight down which in sequence took the other one off balance and a stab with the bat knocked him over too.
I heard shouts from my right as everyone else realised the door was open, and I was stood there.
What to this day I still remember perfectly like a scene from The Matrix when all the robots first brake through the ceiling into zion; they ran and flooded through my front gate.
I'm pretty sure I just closed my eyes and started swinging the bat. Couple of them went down, punches were thrown. I just remember all I was thinking was I must protect my Dad and the house behind me. I was literally blocking people from getting to them with the bat, me and anything else at disposal.
At the same time I took an almighty wack to my ribs with a metal bar and fell to the floor (later to find braking 2 of my ribs) I finally see blue flashing lights and hear sirens entering the road.
Dad dragged me up and back into the house.
They all quickly huddled together and told the cops that I had ran out and started attacking them so they retaliated.
The cops walked straight into the house and cuffed, and bloody and battered, me.
To which point, I pointed out I had a recording of it all.
I went and brought the laptop and rewound, played and proved everything that had just happened.
In fairness to the police that attended, they dealt with defusing the situation fairly well.
We all decided that we couldn't stay in the house any longer, but at the same time, even if they arrested the main offenders, others would continue to retaliate. The only option was to make it look like their plan of saying it was us, worked. So the cops put me again in cuffs but not under arrest and put me in the back of a van with dad and the dog in another and took us away from the house with some bags of our stuff.
Luckily, I was previously quite aware of the angle I left the recoding camera at, and at no point on the recoding can you actually see me, only them.
Despite a lot of them being bloody and bruised aswell, The main copper said to me, "look, as long as you don't tell me that you went out their throwing punches, then I see it as self defence and I wont look into it any further."
We went and made statements and gave them numerous copies of the DVD.
For the next 3 weeks me and Dad stayed at my other sisters house and went back to ours at about 4 am every day and crept around like mice packing the house up.
The day came where we had to get everything out and we recruited a few friends to help out. When we pulled the van up at the front a lot of them came out and started shouting etc. One of our (big) mates thought very quickly on his feet and told them he was an undercover cop. They all backed off from violence but stood no less then a couple feet away from the van and us guarding it throughout the day.
We eventually got everything out and dad and mates left with the van.. I had my car parked a couple streets away and slipped off to leave. However, typically, I forgot my keys. Throughout the day I'd been in a fair bit of pain with my stomach and was quite week on strength, but Id put it down to my ribs still healing. I had to sneak back to the house and got my keys but on the way out someone spotted me.
I ran my arse off and took a few back alleys with these guys chasing behind me, I was in no state to defend myself.
I just managed to lose them by diving into someone's garden behind a fence, meters away from my car. They ran straight past and luckily didn't twig it was my car. I waited in agony for a few minutes before jumping in the car when I felt like my stomach exploded. I managed to drive down the road whilst phoning Dad and they came back and got me to end up rushing me to hospital.
Appendix had exploded.
Dr's rushed me straight into theatre to remove it and said another 10minutes and It would have killed me.
6 Months later. The police never contacted us again. And, as far as I was aware had done nothing about everything that happened.
So, the confession part?
I went back and set every car I knew was there's a light. 6 In total.
That was good enough for me.
