Where do I start?
I suppose the easiest place to start is the 'here and now' and then fill in the important details as it kind of takes shape.
I've been accused of rape.
Not a 'normal' rape... Nope, I don't seem to do 'normal' for some reason...
Before I continue I will point out that I stay in Scotland and the offence is alleged to have happened in Scotland so it is subject to the new legislation which came in not so long ago which explains my 'abnormal rape accusation'...
I have been accused of committing rape by 'forced penetration of the mouth'.
So, the alleged offence happened in my parents village. It involved a 19 year old girl, I am 28. I know that the details so far can probably identify me but I really couldn't care. I'm not going to name anyone or villages etc as I don't want my parents or the accuser getting any grief.
I had been severely stressed for a number of weeks with some arguments going on with the better half and our young daughter suddenly fulfilling the 'gruesome twosome' title and breaking out of her shell, bless her. Not big arguments but little niggles and the likes. Everything had calmed down and my better half and the youngster were off on holiday for a week (leaving Friday) with gran. I headed down to my parents (Saturday) as I do reasonably often at the weekends to help them out and also get some 'me time'. Being Saturday and with the stress I had been enduring I was really looking forward to popping down to the local for a few pints and a chilled out bit of relaxation which had been long coming. Boy was I in for a fright.......
I normally go to the pub on my own and meet people in there. I'm never really one for arranging things and prefer to just go with my choices. I did try to contact a couple of friends but they were doing other things. I went into the pub and started my few pints. I'd had around three when a group of people came in, I knew a couple of the guys (a year or two below me at school) and have to admit that although I didn't like them I didn't dislike them either. I got talking to one guy who was friends with another guy I know and we had a good banter about old times and such. They were all attempting to get me involved in drinking shots of Jagger bombs but I really don't like em, I did shout a round of apple sours (not too poisoning!). Around this time I had tried a Whisky (used to go on benders on it!) and was nearly sick, turned my stomach big time! I didn't finish it or take more than two forced sips, I then ordered a Morgan's and Coke to try and settle things down. Tasted just like whiskey but it did sit in my stomach and alleviate some of the sick feeling. I then had one more pint on the run up to closing time.
I was invited back to a party, more a post pub drink. I bought a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka from another pub (one of the guys mums used to be married to the owner). We all trooped back to the guys house.
On the way to the house one of the girls in the group (there were three girls) started asking me questions about a guy I used to know. Not knowing who she was but knowing who the guy was I joking commented "Who? The kiddie fiddler?" (apparently he'd been convicted of something involving kids but I didn't know what so the comment was a kind of identifying joke). This was quickly thrown back in my face as it was his SISTER!!!
I then enquired how he was as I hadn't seen him in a long time. He is DEAD! Suicide......
**** upon ****! I did explain that I was joking and that I was so sorry to hear what had happened to him although I never asked how it all happened... The conversation moved on a little but the lassie never said much to me after that. The atmosphere overall changed a little but not drastically.
We all went up to the flat for a drink. Council flat which was in the process of being done up, not too badly done at that but obviously it's done when money is on the go and one room at a time. I'm in the same boat with my house and I guess most others are too so I am not judgemental. We opened the vodka and all had a tall glass (probably about a triple shot with loads of Irn-Bru in a pint glass). Everyone sipped theirs and the conversation moved on. I was still talking to the same guy from the pub about the other guy I know and about other stuff. It was pretty quiet, some background music and lots of banter. I kept going out for a smoke as you weren't allowed to smoke in the flat (quite a good thing in all). One of the times I couldn't get back in but everyone seemed to come out. One of the girls was getting a taxi. I kind of hung around thinking we'd all be going back up. The girl got in her taxi and off and I was left with everyone else, a couple of which were also smokers. The group dispersed back upstairs to such a rate that there were only four of us left; me, the guy I had been speaking with and two girls. When we went to go back in it was discovered that the door was locked and the buzzer didn't seem to get an answer...
I was then invited back to another flat, the guy who committed suicide's sisters flat. It all seemed friendly enough so I went. Nice flat, pretty well finished (clearly some pretty pennies spent!) and council owned. The absolute gem was that it was basically the next block or two away from where we had just left so the walk in the cold was limited!
The girl had just had a baby 9 weeks previous to this which probably explained the nice flat, relatives running round to make sure everything was done! I kept popping down for a smoke as this flat was also non-smoking, fair enough and especially with a baby (my house is also non-smoking).
We were all in the sitting room consisting of two couches, TV on glass display unit and an absolutely beautiful and strange carpet (never seen a carpet like this one before!). I was sitting on one couch with one of the girls and the guy I had been talking with was sitting on the other couch with the sister of my deceased long ago friend. I got the impression the two of them fancied each other. The girl next to me was awake and then asleep and then awake and then asleep. Eventually I fell asleep.
I was awoken with someone attempting to kiss me. I wasn't entirely sure who or why but when I opened my eyes it was the girl who had been next to me. She seemed to look at me and then said she was going to the toilet and would be back in a minute. I kind of drifted off again.
I was awoken by someone talking to me. I am a little hazy at this point as it has, prior to this, been mentioned that I was completely naked! It has also been mentioned separately that my trousers were off. I never took my trousers off and I sure as hell was not naked in someone's sitting room!
I was asked, calm as you like, to 'leave' the property. I enquired as to why, cheekily! I wasn't given a reason more that I was just to leave. Someone did shout something at me on my way down the stairs but I wasn't sure whether it was a 'gay jibe' (come to that shortly) or whether it was something else.
I was seriously confused. I thought I had made an offensive remark or that maybe the sister of my long ago deceased friend had spoken with the guy and said something to him and they had discussed it and basically 'rejected' me from the flat.
I walked home questioning myself as to what had happened. I couldn't figure it out. I felt as if my past had suddenly re-awakened and caught up with me in some kind of sick and twisted manner or that my comments about the girls brother had suddenly hit a nerve in her and my off the cuff statement had resulted in me being sent home. A lot of thoughts passed through my mind and ultimately I couldn't take it any longer. I could no longer take the rejection of my home town which I had fought vigorously to show had no impact on my life even though it destroyed my childhood. I went back to my parents, grabbed some money and my car keys and left for home. I got home almost without fault although my mother called me telling me to get the hell back to her and dads house (a bit of a history of driving whilst drunk although never caught!) as she normally did.
I had no sooner arrived home than my parents called me asking 'what the **** I had done' (not normal language from them!!!) which immediately rang alarm bells. A group of people had turned up at their door shouting and swearing. My mother duly told me that a story had 'evolved' right in front of her which went from 'taking a lone of my wee cousin' to 'sticking my dick in her mouth'. They were all looking for ME. Not entirely sure what they'd have achieved as there sure wasn't enough of them visible to do anything but being a small village it'd only be a matter of 10mins before there were 60 odd bodies there if I had been there. My parents, both old and ill, were left to deal with a mob that strangely was contained by the very guy I had been speaking with all evening. They eventually left but not before vandalising my brothers car by scratching 'rapist' across the bonnet and 'PD' on the roof (for peado apparently!) along with various other scratches.
Sunday passed with various phone calls from my parents looking for an explanation to the unexplainable. I felt as if my word was being questioned and I suppose it was after the horrific ordeal they had been put through (they also never discovered the vandalism to the car until during the day). I informed them that I hadn't done what had been alleged and that if I had then surely the Police would've arrived by now...
Eventually the Police actually DID arrive...
My mother informed me in another phone call that they had been to the door looking for me and that she had given them my number (or she gave me theirs, can't quite remember) and that we would be conversing shortly. The questioning in her voice remained as if she was unsure of me all of a sudden, it might not have been there as I could just have been over analysing the situation but none the less I wasn't liking what was happening.
Eventually I received contact and I was asked to attend the Police station the following day for a 'voluntary interview'. I know not normally to attend when on a voluntary basis but I felt that it was more a requirement than an informal request (obviously now I know that I would simply have been arrested and questioned!). I attended with my mother (for emotional support as I have been suffering from stress and anxiety for a long period of time and consistently get side-tracked in everyday conversations never mind interviews!). I was informed that my mother would not be permitted so I knew that it was to be a formal interview. I thought I would chance my luck to judge the seriousness of the situation and said to my mum that we were leaving. I was at this point detained which told me what I needed to know. It also gave my mother an opportunity to go out and find me a decent solicitor rather than a Police station provided duty guy. Things quickly moved to interview and I was happy to answer questions (I have seen the 'don't talk to the Police' YouTube video!) as I really did have nothing to hide and felt that it was better to state my version of events so that they could check them out against the already stated version and pick holes in the lies that had clearly been delivered to them. The interview went on for a couple of hours and then I was processed as an arrested person who'd been charged with a S.1 Rape.
I was to be taken to another station for a 'Viper' and closure. Not knowing what a 'Viper' was I started ****ting myself thinking that I was going straight to jail and not collecting that £200...
'VIPER' is an identity parade with a modern, probably long term cost cutting, video capturing put together thing. My mum had found a solicitor!!! Damned good one if the comments from the Police and everyone that came anywhere near me were to be believed.
He was present at the VIPER and we managed to have a quick 5 minute conversation before I was going for 'closure'. He explained that I would be held overnight until an appearance in court in the afternoon the following day (why it is not in the morning is anyone's guess....).
Back to the original Police station, resigned in and then off for DNA to be taken, TWICE. I then got a dinner, two dinners!, as I hadn't eaten in well over a day. I was also given a newspaper to read as I had been 'compliant' I suppose, certainly helped pass a little time. I eventually fell asleep, having been held in custody before I know that staying awake does you no favours the following day so forced sleep is better than no sleep even if it is bloody hard to do.
I suppose the easiest place to start is the 'here and now' and then fill in the important details as it kind of takes shape.
I've been accused of rape.
Not a 'normal' rape... Nope, I don't seem to do 'normal' for some reason...
Before I continue I will point out that I stay in Scotland and the offence is alleged to have happened in Scotland so it is subject to the new legislation which came in not so long ago which explains my 'abnormal rape accusation'...
I have been accused of committing rape by 'forced penetration of the mouth'.
So, the alleged offence happened in my parents village. It involved a 19 year old girl, I am 28. I know that the details so far can probably identify me but I really couldn't care. I'm not going to name anyone or villages etc as I don't want my parents or the accuser getting any grief.
I had been severely stressed for a number of weeks with some arguments going on with the better half and our young daughter suddenly fulfilling the 'gruesome twosome' title and breaking out of her shell, bless her. Not big arguments but little niggles and the likes. Everything had calmed down and my better half and the youngster were off on holiday for a week (leaving Friday) with gran. I headed down to my parents (Saturday) as I do reasonably often at the weekends to help them out and also get some 'me time'. Being Saturday and with the stress I had been enduring I was really looking forward to popping down to the local for a few pints and a chilled out bit of relaxation which had been long coming. Boy was I in for a fright.......
I normally go to the pub on my own and meet people in there. I'm never really one for arranging things and prefer to just go with my choices. I did try to contact a couple of friends but they were doing other things. I went into the pub and started my few pints. I'd had around three when a group of people came in, I knew a couple of the guys (a year or two below me at school) and have to admit that although I didn't like them I didn't dislike them either. I got talking to one guy who was friends with another guy I know and we had a good banter about old times and such. They were all attempting to get me involved in drinking shots of Jagger bombs but I really don't like em, I did shout a round of apple sours (not too poisoning!). Around this time I had tried a Whisky (used to go on benders on it!) and was nearly sick, turned my stomach big time! I didn't finish it or take more than two forced sips, I then ordered a Morgan's and Coke to try and settle things down. Tasted just like whiskey but it did sit in my stomach and alleviate some of the sick feeling. I then had one more pint on the run up to closing time.
I was invited back to a party, more a post pub drink. I bought a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka from another pub (one of the guys mums used to be married to the owner). We all trooped back to the guys house.
On the way to the house one of the girls in the group (there were three girls) started asking me questions about a guy I used to know. Not knowing who she was but knowing who the guy was I joking commented "Who? The kiddie fiddler?" (apparently he'd been convicted of something involving kids but I didn't know what so the comment was a kind of identifying joke). This was quickly thrown back in my face as it was his SISTER!!!
I then enquired how he was as I hadn't seen him in a long time. He is DEAD! Suicide......
**** upon ****! I did explain that I was joking and that I was so sorry to hear what had happened to him although I never asked how it all happened... The conversation moved on a little but the lassie never said much to me after that. The atmosphere overall changed a little but not drastically.
We all went up to the flat for a drink. Council flat which was in the process of being done up, not too badly done at that but obviously it's done when money is on the go and one room at a time. I'm in the same boat with my house and I guess most others are too so I am not judgemental. We opened the vodka and all had a tall glass (probably about a triple shot with loads of Irn-Bru in a pint glass). Everyone sipped theirs and the conversation moved on. I was still talking to the same guy from the pub about the other guy I know and about other stuff. It was pretty quiet, some background music and lots of banter. I kept going out for a smoke as you weren't allowed to smoke in the flat (quite a good thing in all). One of the times I couldn't get back in but everyone seemed to come out. One of the girls was getting a taxi. I kind of hung around thinking we'd all be going back up. The girl got in her taxi and off and I was left with everyone else, a couple of which were also smokers. The group dispersed back upstairs to such a rate that there were only four of us left; me, the guy I had been speaking with and two girls. When we went to go back in it was discovered that the door was locked and the buzzer didn't seem to get an answer...
I was then invited back to another flat, the guy who committed suicide's sisters flat. It all seemed friendly enough so I went. Nice flat, pretty well finished (clearly some pretty pennies spent!) and council owned. The absolute gem was that it was basically the next block or two away from where we had just left so the walk in the cold was limited!
The girl had just had a baby 9 weeks previous to this which probably explained the nice flat, relatives running round to make sure everything was done! I kept popping down for a smoke as this flat was also non-smoking, fair enough and especially with a baby (my house is also non-smoking).
We were all in the sitting room consisting of two couches, TV on glass display unit and an absolutely beautiful and strange carpet (never seen a carpet like this one before!). I was sitting on one couch with one of the girls and the guy I had been talking with was sitting on the other couch with the sister of my deceased long ago friend. I got the impression the two of them fancied each other. The girl next to me was awake and then asleep and then awake and then asleep. Eventually I fell asleep.
I was awoken with someone attempting to kiss me. I wasn't entirely sure who or why but when I opened my eyes it was the girl who had been next to me. She seemed to look at me and then said she was going to the toilet and would be back in a minute. I kind of drifted off again.
I was awoken by someone talking to me. I am a little hazy at this point as it has, prior to this, been mentioned that I was completely naked! It has also been mentioned separately that my trousers were off. I never took my trousers off and I sure as hell was not naked in someone's sitting room!
I was asked, calm as you like, to 'leave' the property. I enquired as to why, cheekily! I wasn't given a reason more that I was just to leave. Someone did shout something at me on my way down the stairs but I wasn't sure whether it was a 'gay jibe' (come to that shortly) or whether it was something else.
I was seriously confused. I thought I had made an offensive remark or that maybe the sister of my long ago deceased friend had spoken with the guy and said something to him and they had discussed it and basically 'rejected' me from the flat.
I walked home questioning myself as to what had happened. I couldn't figure it out. I felt as if my past had suddenly re-awakened and caught up with me in some kind of sick and twisted manner or that my comments about the girls brother had suddenly hit a nerve in her and my off the cuff statement had resulted in me being sent home. A lot of thoughts passed through my mind and ultimately I couldn't take it any longer. I could no longer take the rejection of my home town which I had fought vigorously to show had no impact on my life even though it destroyed my childhood. I went back to my parents, grabbed some money and my car keys and left for home. I got home almost without fault although my mother called me telling me to get the hell back to her and dads house (a bit of a history of driving whilst drunk although never caught!) as she normally did.
I had no sooner arrived home than my parents called me asking 'what the **** I had done' (not normal language from them!!!) which immediately rang alarm bells. A group of people had turned up at their door shouting and swearing. My mother duly told me that a story had 'evolved' right in front of her which went from 'taking a lone of my wee cousin' to 'sticking my dick in her mouth'. They were all looking for ME. Not entirely sure what they'd have achieved as there sure wasn't enough of them visible to do anything but being a small village it'd only be a matter of 10mins before there were 60 odd bodies there if I had been there. My parents, both old and ill, were left to deal with a mob that strangely was contained by the very guy I had been speaking with all evening. They eventually left but not before vandalising my brothers car by scratching 'rapist' across the bonnet and 'PD' on the roof (for peado apparently!) along with various other scratches.
Sunday passed with various phone calls from my parents looking for an explanation to the unexplainable. I felt as if my word was being questioned and I suppose it was after the horrific ordeal they had been put through (they also never discovered the vandalism to the car until during the day). I informed them that I hadn't done what had been alleged and that if I had then surely the Police would've arrived by now...
Eventually the Police actually DID arrive...
My mother informed me in another phone call that they had been to the door looking for me and that she had given them my number (or she gave me theirs, can't quite remember) and that we would be conversing shortly. The questioning in her voice remained as if she was unsure of me all of a sudden, it might not have been there as I could just have been over analysing the situation but none the less I wasn't liking what was happening.
Eventually I received contact and I was asked to attend the Police station the following day for a 'voluntary interview'. I know not normally to attend when on a voluntary basis but I felt that it was more a requirement than an informal request (obviously now I know that I would simply have been arrested and questioned!). I attended with my mother (for emotional support as I have been suffering from stress and anxiety for a long period of time and consistently get side-tracked in everyday conversations never mind interviews!). I was informed that my mother would not be permitted so I knew that it was to be a formal interview. I thought I would chance my luck to judge the seriousness of the situation and said to my mum that we were leaving. I was at this point detained which told me what I needed to know. It also gave my mother an opportunity to go out and find me a decent solicitor rather than a Police station provided duty guy. Things quickly moved to interview and I was happy to answer questions (I have seen the 'don't talk to the Police' YouTube video!) as I really did have nothing to hide and felt that it was better to state my version of events so that they could check them out against the already stated version and pick holes in the lies that had clearly been delivered to them. The interview went on for a couple of hours and then I was processed as an arrested person who'd been charged with a S.1 Rape.
I was to be taken to another station for a 'Viper' and closure. Not knowing what a 'Viper' was I started ****ting myself thinking that I was going straight to jail and not collecting that £200...
'VIPER' is an identity parade with a modern, probably long term cost cutting, video capturing put together thing. My mum had found a solicitor!!! Damned good one if the comments from the Police and everyone that came anywhere near me were to be believed.
He was present at the VIPER and we managed to have a quick 5 minute conversation before I was going for 'closure'. He explained that I would be held overnight until an appearance in court in the afternoon the following day (why it is not in the morning is anyone's guess....).
Back to the original Police station, resigned in and then off for DNA to be taken, TWICE. I then got a dinner, two dinners!, as I hadn't eaten in well over a day. I was also given a newspaper to read as I had been 'compliant' I suppose, certainly helped pass a little time. I eventually fell asleep, having been held in custody before I know that staying awake does you no favours the following day so forced sleep is better than no sleep even if it is bloody hard to do.
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