has it come to this..?

by jamesendeacott

I’m writing this at almost 5am on Friday 28th November 2014. Around 10pm last night my 18 year old son was abducted for 2 and a ½ hours. He was stopped in the local park on his way home by 3 men in their late 20’ / early 30’s who, over the course of time, got several hundred pounds out of his bank account, took his wallet, mobile phone, mp3 player and scared the hell out of him.

Me and his mum were in bed at half past midnight when we heard the front door slam…he’s home. Next thing our bedroom door swings open and there stands our eldest – talking, shaking, shouting….

Long story short – they robbed him of all he had…saw a bank card in his wallet…ordered taxis and went to cashpoints….

What could he do…? He let them take whatever…eventually they let him go…

We called the police who were here in a flash….they took him away for an hour…retrace the steps…remember, remember, remember…finally he comes home…

Me, the boy and his mum open a bottle of whiskey…where do you start…? He’s alive…there was no violence. He tells us they kept saying sorry…they were apologising to him….the boy tells me he felt sorry for them.


He’s telling me that he feels for them… he doesn’t hate them he feels sorry for them.

“what drives a grown man to that dad..? I don’t get it….”

We are all shook up and we are all trying to understand…but you know what – it’s not hate or anger we feel…it’s an odd feeling…a feeling of ‘how the fuck has it come to this?’…

Not quite sure what I’m trying to say here but there you go….

At the end of the day it doesn’t seem to be working – whatever ‘it’ is…