Bully turned murderer.
I hated school. Every last moment of it. Bullied relentlessly and without a single friend it made me the messed up person I am today.

One particular bully was of the less sophisticated kind - he had a penchant for physical violence. Never premeditated, but always present. If I made the mistake of being within physical range and the elders weren’t looking a rain of kicks and punches would ensue. And such was his reputation. His particular brand of violence dolled out on the likes of me made sure that everyone knew he was the local “hard nut.”

So, I guess you want to know what makes this a little bit more than the run of the mill big kid picks on little kid story? Let me explain but please realise I can’t be too specific. This happened in the mid-eighties and the person concerned will be back in society now, so I hope you can appreciate that.

Well, a three year old girl was killed and her body dumped in some bushes right by the entrance of the local primary school.

The bully’s explanation? I can’t exactly recall but something to do with the kid screaming when an ice cream truck came round and this bully getting pissed off with her. So he decided to shut her up. He did.

How does this affect me directly? Well, you know how certain events in your life become images burned into your mind? You can literally picture the scene and remember almost everything that was going on. One of the defining memories of my childhood was sitting in my living room with two plain clothes policemen (CID I guess, but I didn’t really understand at the time) and my parents present. Me sitting at one end of the room, with the police oddly sitting at opposite ends of the room and my parents directly in front of me. I can’t remember exactly how they came to be there, but I do remember they were asking me about this person specifically and how I may think it could have been him.

All I can remember was stumbling, staring at the ground and sayings lots of “dunnos” because I couldn’t bear my parents to realise that I was being physically attacked by this guy every time he came across me. He was the reason I didn’t go anywhere other than school - too scared to leave the house. I was too ashamed to admit this to my parents.

What did the the local rumour mill have the bully’s father allegedly saying when the police came to take his kid away? “Don’t worry, son. I’ll be your pal.” Nice.
(dxg, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 22:52, 2 replies)

That wasn't very funny.
But hey I spose stuff like that isn't. I had a couple of officers turn up at my house once to talk to me about a missing friend, they found his body 2 days later.
(chrisdood Why yes, I am the shizzle, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 23:01, closed)

Thats tragic, buddy
Hope things are better for you now. Feel terrible about the victim... That is just fucking wrong.
( SpankyHanky, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 23:33, closed)