So there I was, hanging out with my mates, just having a bit of banter and discussion as the sun grew late in the sky. We considered for a bit heading down to the local pub but decided that perhaps it would be better to just grab a couple six packs (we all drank different stuff and well, cheaper?) and just chill out down in the garage with the half sized pool table.
Grabbing the wallet and anything else we needed, decided to take a shortcut across the park, it's always good to get where you are going in a hurry and there was a nice bit of water to walk beside instead of the road and all the stinky cars running along the asphalt. Bad idea.
Sitting there at the little gazebos was a few guys and girls, eyes flicked over them as we approached counting at least 15-20 at first glance, but I'm not one to stare and didn't want any trouble so just tried to ignore and head on my way. But when I looked to my right at my two buddies I noticed one of them just straight up staring at them, probably looking over the girls, Carlos was a bit of a lecher like that.
I heard a noise from the left again, always had good awareness like that, I guess it comes from the years of people ragging on me, pays to know where the next threat was coming from, and moving my attention back towards I noticed a few of the lads eyeballing right back.. that's when the words dropped. "Oi.. Wotcha looking at?"
I knew we didn't have a snowballs chance in hell against such odds, they looked to be in their late to mid thirties and well, we were only a couple of 20 year old youths. So I picked up the pace and hissed to my friends, "we should probs get going" at which point the other group started to call after us.. "Oi fellas, we just wanna talk, come on back here".
"Yeah they don't want to talk" I growled again, getting rather panicked now at my friends lack of give-a-shit. As I could hear the guys behind us starting to follow on, "We should run", they did nothing, just casually kept walking, hell, if anything, I swear Carlos was swaggering a bit maybe even slowing down.
Adam-ski on the other hand, well, he was looking mighty worried, he always had a bit of a soft streak in him and so I wasn't too sure if push came to shove he'd stand the test that was soon to come. So I urged them to move on faster but this momentary lapse in awareness cost me.. dearly.
Heard the pounding footsteps just as stars exploded in my sight, and suddenly the world tipped sideways. I felt rather than saw the ground coming and barely had enough time to wrap my arms up, protecting myself from the fall.
Curling into a ball now I felt the blows starting to rain down, first punches on my exposed areas and when they got tired of leaning over I guess some started to lay the boot in, I tried to move away but two or three of the good old boys knelt down on my legs and back and held me still while they kicked repeatedly in the face.
After I time I guess they got a bit annoyed at the lack of response and wanted to see the effect the hard work they were putting in was giving, and so I was dragged upright, finally getting a good look at what was happening to my friends, I mean.. they hadn't come to my rescue yet, so I guess they must have been busy. Wrong.
I glanced further down the path between the hustle of the ten odd bodies around me, it was hard to see between rapidly swelling eyes. I could see Adam-ski trying valiantly to make his way past two of the aggressors but where was Carlos. Oh, there he is, a good halfway down the path and wait.. running away? Coward!
As they moved back in to work over my face this time, I decided enough was enough, it was time to act, no one was coming to my aid and if I didn't get out now well.. the stars were starting to crowd in, passing out was not advised. So I grabbed the two sets of hands buried in my hair and persuaded them to let go. Unfortunately for me, they didnt, and so out came a few handfuls of hair along with the fists. That's ok, I grew up with quite a few older sisters who had a penchant for hair pulling, so it really didn't bother me all that much.
And that's when one of them decided to go for the straight punch to the face, I couldn't turn away and took it fair on the eye, it was a solid one, I remember this. Rocketed me back onto the pavement again where I lay still, they were obviously impressed with the work and started to discuss with each other. "Oh I think he's out, what should we do?" - "Maybe we should throw him in the water, pretty sure he'll drown" and the hands came across my ankles.
Well, now you don't have any means to defend yourself Sir, and I will not be taken down so easily. I broke his jaw. I'm disgusted at myself for this. I felt his bones shatter beneath my fist.
Coming to my feet in a rush I grabbed two of the nearest bodies and well, clapped their heads together like cymbals, before shoving them apart as they reeled. This afforded me the opening I needed to make an escape, unfortunately (for him) one of the guys working at Adam-ski noticed the hollerings of his friends and turned to face me, lowering into what can only be described as a rushing tackle as we came together.
I've never flown before, I am not a bird, but I tell you the wings were on my feet at this point, and I knew I had one chance to get past him. So I picked my moment, ducked left, weaved right then pulled off a little feint as the last second to put him off balance. It worked, and just as I came past him I reached ever so gently around his back, grabbed the back of his pants and lifted his feet off the ground while stiff arming him across the back of his neck at the same time. He went down. Hard. I'm pretty sure I drove his face into the pavement after toppling him over. Shame I didn't have time to savor this little victory because I still had the stampeding horde behind me.
Some how I managed to complete a full three sixty rotation whilst I did what can only be described as a "full on ninja move", and came back down onto my feet, still pounding pavement. However the next guy saw what I did to his buddy, and wasn't so easily fooled.
I went down like a sack of potatoes, one of his arms hooked into and around my knee and the other up around my waist. Man I've never bit pavement at full speed before, believe me, it hurts.
That's when the rest of them caught up, and I'm guessing they were not pleased about losing their sport for a few minutes and really started to work me over, this is when I got mad, started to curse them. "You are scum of the earth, fight fair, line up and I'll go through the lot of you".
Appealing to their honor obviously had no effect on the males, but the lady folk present must have had some sense of it, because they started to push them off me. "He's had enough, let him go" and I felt the frequency of the strikes fade off as they pushed the guys away, who promptly turned on this interruption and started to abuse and threaten the ladies.
I rolled over and came to my feet once more, not moving so fast now, and limp-ran my way down the rest of the path, Adam-ski and Carlos had already gone, who knows where. And I pulled out my phone. (no idea how it stayed in my pocket but eh, whatever), dialing the police I told them in a shaky tone. "I need help, please help me."
It took everything I had to go over the sequence of events and not get hysterical at the lackadaisical tone of the operator on the other end, didn't they realize that I was still in a very compromising situation? I mean I was hiding between two parked cars, moving around them and whispering into my phone as this crew searched.
I waited, I waited some more, decided that these guys were not going to get away with what they did and started to follow them, clothes torn, blood pouring out of me. But hey what's the worst that could happen? I was already broken right.
It took the police 45 minutes to arrive.
By this point the group had walked lazily past a police station, boarded a train, and had left for destination unknown.
Pretty wild story huh?
Well.. it's not a story.
This happened to me 11 years ago, and is still as fresh as the memories of yesterday.
Abuse never leaves you, you carry it forever, please think twice before you go and turn to anger or hate.
Remember that this gift is one that will never wear down, never be forgotten, and likely never forgiven.
Use your words not your fists.. Please.
This hurt to dig up again, I'm sitting here panicked and breathless, my hands sweaty and heart pounding in my chest
There is no hope you enjoyed on this one, there is only hope they you understand the damage this can cause, and make a solemn vow with yourself never to inflict this upon one another. Much love, Peace be with you. <3
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Despite being a shit story in real life, you told this well. Glad you got out of it ok, physically at least.
Was a real pounder of a story, finished it up and pretty much passed out for some hours. Thanks for the support chuggachug girl. <3
Buddy that is a shithouse go. I've been flogged a few times but not to the extent you were. It scars you for life. Thanks for sharing.
Yeah out a helping hand instead of a fist, I can't stress this enough.
It was a tough write up, but if it just gets one or two people to rethink the actions before they happen, that's enough for any discomfort I am going through.
Thanks for your support. Much love. <3
i can't imagine going through something like this, trouble is people stop being concerned after the body heals, but that's when then real trouble starts- thanks for sharing this, I'm sure it was tough but I'm learning some profound healing can take place after you publically share pain. ♥️
I just hope it helps someone else share and potentially heal as well. And if the message just makes one person re-evaluate the action before it happens then I consider this a great success, thanks for the support and kind words dayleeo. <3
shame dude, this is horrible!
I hope it helps you to heal a little bit after sharing this with us.
Glad you got out of it alright... apart from the mental shatter you face every time it comes up again.
Lots of love,
@mysticlilly16
Maybe it will, the healing for me comes from the hope that someone might take this on board next time they get angry. Thanks for your support. <3
I hope so too, unfortunately from what I've found though is the people who truly need to read your post are the kind that don't read period!
Hopefully there are enough of them who are on #steemit #minnowtowhale who can read this and take it to heart next time they are faced with their anger issues!
P.S. Enjoy your pizza haha
I always enjoy disk foods.
Must be something about circles.
Thanks for your kind words and support. <3
always ;-) keep up the good stories!
waters the garden with loves <3
I hope you find peace and that this never happens again.
Thank you.
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Damn man tough story. I've been in a few blue's. King hit as well out cold. It's never pleasant and leaves you in an emotional fear state for months after...
Did you notice writing about it helped at all, like writing therapy?
All the best mate
Nope, panic hitting me pretty hard right now, body sore, tense, adrenaline spiking. Feels like it's happening all over again. Sorry that happened to you.
Keep working on coming to terms with it I suppose. I talked to a councillor about my abusive situations and now I can think back on those times without the physical response and often feel no emotional upset. I have accepted the situation and forgiven those involved... It sets you free from the post traumatic stress.
Working on the emotional healing and acceptance is so important.
Also, your writing experience lets you tell your stories in very engaging ways. Keep it up :)
Doing the best I can, trying new things, it's all I can do.
Thanks for your support and kind words, take care.
I know it must have been very difficult to share this story. I know that fear and anxiety can set in with PTSD. Just surround yourself with positive people and remain positive. Continue to teach and express yourself. Peace and love be with you dear friend.
Thank you for your support and kind words, I hope you continue to heal while you travel dearest nurse. <3
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I am thoroughly unimpressed with your friends and I hope that operator got raked over some red hot coals, they're supposed to assume everything is serious and if someone is pranking they can get charged for it after.
Don't feel bad about doing what you needed to do to defend yourself and escape the situation.
It was very difficult, the police report was even more challenging, sitting there while the guy asked the same questions over and over and single finger typed it. Clack Clack Clack, it was like a jackhammer.
much hugs
Aaargh DX
I hope things got dealt with after all that.
Nope, they got off scot free. Except for the one guy who was stupid enough to go back for the beer they left behind, he went down for 18 months.
Now I'm even more unimpressed 😐
However i can't help but laugh at the guy who went back for the beer.
Yeah that was one costly beer. I pleaded with the cops to charge with per-meditated / attempted murder because they discussed what they were going to do before attempting it, but he went down for aggravated assault and battery and something else I can't remember.
I enjoyed the fast pace of the read. Not so happy with the ending...but it put's the whole story into a different light.
It's truly amazing what our bodies are capable of withstanding and performing when there's no time to think. Survival is the strongest of all human instincts imo...only way we could possibly have made it this far...that and our brains...stupidity will take us out.
Good message <3
I can only hope we reach an enlightened state before the stupid takes over, haha.
Yeah it gets a bit real right at the end there.
Damn man, thanks for sharing, must've been tough writing it out, reliving the experience.
I'm glad you came out the other side and that it helped empower your principles, you're a better human now.
Love waves and light words photon.
Wow that's one suspense thriller till the end.... I cudn skip even a line... Nice message in the end mate... Good one
I was worried it was long winded, but this reassures me. Thanks for your support.
I'm so sorry that i didn't read this immediately after you sent it to me. I've done some things in the past, that i'm not proud of. I agree 100% with this post. People who use violence as an answer generally have deeper seated issues, remember that. I'm glad you had the strength to post this, and hopefully change a few people's perspectives on the matter. Keep up the great content mate, and stay strong! <3
Can't stop keeping on, if I do, they defeated me that night regardless of the short term outcome.
I wont let them win. Thanks for your kind words and support.
Aw, Sammo...what a story. Thank you for sharing it, despite the pain. I'm sorry this had to happen, I'm sorry it happens at all. <3
I just hope it has the desired effect. <3
Very gutsy of you to go there @sammosk, hope ultimately it helps on your healing journey and totally support your philosophy too.
Tough ride man but I'm not getting off anytime soon. Thank you for your support.
You're entirely welcome, see you in chat...
I will never understand how someone can inflict this kind of pain on another person and not feel that something is horribly wrong with them. Abuse never leaves you. Even after you can't see the physical scars anymore you are left with so much more that meets the eye. I hope that putting this out there helped you in some way - more than reliving the pain it caused to write it. Sending my love and positive thoughts your way. You don't deserve to be going through this <3
I don't think I will ever understand, but I can try to let it go and move on from that moment, it's been a very long journey. Thanks for your kind words and support creativesoul, hope you are doing better today. <3
I can only imagine you have dwelled on whether to share this with everyone, knowing that doing so would force to relive it again. Very brave of you to do so, by the way what happened to your other two friends when you met up with them, did you stay friends with Carlos?
I called them both up the next day, and explained that I was very disappointed in them. Called them cowards and no friends of mine, spat on their shoes, and showed them my face.
Adam-ski threw up, Carlos burst into tears.
Told them never to talk to me again, I'm a man of my word, we never saw or spoke to each other again.
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One thing is for sure. You are a better man now Sammo! :)
This story made me feel sad and angry that this happened to you. I'm so sorry you had to go through this. Abuse stays with us even as time heals.
We live and learn, I can only hope that one day I look back at this moment and say I am stronger as a result.
Thanks for your kind words and support, I hope you have a glorious day. <3
Thanks mate
Maybe one day I'll share how I was assaulted one night on a dance floor. No fun at all.
Better out than in, right?
:<
But you just wanted to dance.. that sucks. <3
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This is a gut wrenching story. I've had to wait all day to finish reading because I had training all day and errands to do before leaving for Canada tomorrow, but it was worth the wait and I felt as though I was right there during this brutal attack. I'm glad you weren't drown by these dreadful men. I know what it's like to be attacked and defenseless, I've been a victim on many occasions (that's another story) You are amazing and I know writing this & reliving it was very hard. Well written and beautiful lesson to leave your reader with. ❤ Much love & respect
That you took the time to get through it makes me happier and I hope that it wasn't too hard on you with any flashbacks to your own memories.
Was a bit worried about that to be honest. But figured if it could just make one ripple in the pond to not spread, then it was totally worth it.
much hugs and love waves Take care of that garden wild rose. <3
I don't understand why any of us on this earth has to result to this kind of violence. Truly horrifying experience, sorry you had to go through that. Explicit write up with a message, that i hope reaches a lot people on Steemit. Following my friend keep writing. The more you write the easier everything will get.
I can only hope.. burnt me out so much I instantly fell asleep, and still feel somewhat out of it, almost half drunk.
Thank you for your kind words and support, I hope you have a great day. Much love. <3
One day at a time my friend, that's all you can do minute by minute. Have a good day.
That was intense mate, got me shaking a bit here - first thing I've read this morning. I've got in a couple of one on one blues, but never got a kicking like that and the thought of it's always scared the shit out of me.
My Dad was always a bit mad, but apparently he didn't go right over the hill til he got his head kicked in one night in Brisbane. He was a muso, arty type and taking a shortcut home through a park which was a common meet up for gay guys looking for anonymous sex. Being 1980s Brisbane and all, was also a common spot for gay guys and anyone at all out of the ordinary to cop a flogging. A pack of thugs spotted him and set upon him, gave his head a real kicking and apparently he was never the same again.
What's even more sad is from then on he became a violent son, brother and partner. My mum ran away when I was about two and I still haven't met him to this day. My grandad on that side still sleeps with a baseball bat under the bed. I've always tried to escape my father's legacy and I'm ashamed to say I did a piss poor job of it in my late teens and early 20s ...
Great post mate, thanks for sharing. Violence and abuse causes long term and often inter generational damage.
The cycle continues through the abused. :<
sends hugs and loves
I read a book called A New Earth, and found that to be helpful.
And music, lots of music. Take care of yourself and thanks for sharing, nothing cuts like family and friends. <3
Thanks mate, you're a top bloke and a top writer!
I'll check out A New Earth, when I get a chance. I have two books from Christmas still to go and another one @forexbrokr recommended!
Good to see msp-creative doing well, I'm getting > votes from that than lovebot now <3
Indeed, creativebots is a hardworker.
It's a good book, you can find a pdf for it onlines.
Sweet yeah I might just cheat and do that hahaha
What a chilling story of abuse. I have written about my abuse as well but I in no way can write as well as you do and you really put me there mentally and I am so sorry you experienced that and and am further sorry that you happened to be around cowardly friends.
Did you stay friends with the guys that ran away?
I hope you have calmed down since writing this and commend you for going through that sort of torture to share your story. I know how hard this is to do but it is also super important and can give courage to other people who've experienced similar things.
Just terrifying..so glad you got out alive and disappointed in the slow-poke police. You could have easily been killed in 45 minutes!? Like, what the heck...
I'm sure the police had something more important to do.
I talked to my 'friends' once more to explain to them why they would never see me or talk to me again.
I'm sorry to have triggered your previous experiences, this was not my intent, I just wanted to hopefully make a few people re-evaluate their actions before making a mistake that would cost the life of another (and potentially more) egardless of if they died or not.
Thank you for the support.
Take care. <3
I am glad you got rid of those friends. Good riddance.
Oh you didn't trigger me! I was just saying since I openly write about my abuse I understand how triggering it is to personally re-write this stuff. My abuse was of a different nature and I talk about it so often that it is hard to trigger me. Mostly I trigger myself by writing about it.
You take care as well. :) I have followed you so I can see more of your writing.
Thank you for the kind words and support, I can understand the self-trigger, I was so worn out after this one I think I slept for most of the day haha.
Time to get some tea and ponder the next excursion into the deep. Much love. <3
Sorry you had to go through that. There are some ill people out there and I blame the media and education system. No excuse for what the did to you. But its increasing for sure here in UK.
I had a friend who was put in a coma an is now parallelized in his face by a group of lads. The police said as they were under 17 they could not do anything!
I think the media desensitize us to acts of violence, through movies, through overexposure to 'radical' acts on the tv.
Ultimately it's in the hands of the people to change what is acceptable and not acceptable, and I just hope that we can all act in a more enlightened considerate and caring state with each other..
I'm sorry for your friends loss. :<
You've nailed it right there!
My friend is a tough one he manages and lives a normally life. Thankfully he can still move one side a bit. Communities like @Steemit will change the paradigm and when the hundredth monkey awakes ... wow :)
An accident that happened in your life you scripted very nicely and this type of incident are happening everywhere.By shareing this i think you have minimize the pain and agony you experrianced 11years ago.
thank you, it was difficult.
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"Use your words not your fists"
Well said. And very beautifully written. The simple ideal to "think before your actions" is often forgotten. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for your kind words and support. I sometimes fall into the trap of overthinking things as well, so it's tough to strike a balance. But you can't go wrong with kind words over a clenched fist. <3
Education, compassion, kindness, love and acceptance. This is my creed now.