I am at a complete loss with what to do. Aside from ringing the police directly, I think I have exhausted every other option that is not going to get me maimed, tortured or killed. 5 Crimestoppers ‘Give Information’ forms, 3 emails to the Victim and Witness Hub, 1 email to Victim Support and in the past 3 weeks I’ve given information to missingpersons.org with regards to the kid and where he can be found no less than 4 TIMES. Yet again, no sign of the police or social service

Im downright embarrassed at the moment. How HOW am I trapped by a gang of teenagers HALF my age? I feel like I’m playing a game of whack-a-mole. As soon as I get rid of one gang member- another one pops up. I’m having less and less time to myself and the only times I can write on here are when I’m alone. The days and weeks are starting to all roll into one. Every day begins the same and ends the same. It’s relentless. Someone once taught me how to trick my brain into not reco

So I managed to successfully get the gang believing I had locked my place down and buggered off into the sunset. Until I fucked up in style this morning… The bell to my intercom was going beserk this morning. In my half asleep, confused state I presumed it was the kid and stumbled over to answer it. After unlocking the door, I turn around and start making my way back to bed when mid journey; I find myself stumbling headfirst into… you’ve guessed it…the kid. I had that brief m

I GOT THEM OUT! But only by making them believe I am leaving too and moving elsewhere… They’ve just walked out the door and now I’ve realised what a stupid idea this was because I have nowhere to go and certainly can’t MOVE. Mr Boss Man is sat down the street asking when my taxi is going to arrive… FUCK. I don’t know how I had the energy to do that. It’s taken me WEEKS to work up the courage knowing what the consequences are going to be. DAYS to psych myself up enough to say

I am psychic. Everything I predicted was spot on. The vicious 17 year old is drug dealing from my home while the kid sleeps ready to do the night shift. The knives, cash and drugs are all present and correct. Stashed under my sofa/behind my toilet/inside the runner’s man bag which is laying on my living room floor. And I am slowly losing the will to live as with every minute that goes by, I can feel my energy draining, my spirit breaking and my determination waning. I keep ch

I have utterly and totally jinxed myself writing the post I did last night. Why? Because I was rudely interrupted from my sleep this morning by what sounded like someone trying to gain entry to my flat. So when the individual succeeded and it turned out to be the vicious 17 year old- I sat feeling completely bewildered as I attempted to work out how he’d managed it. He obviously saw the confusion on my face because he waved a set of my front door keys in the air and smirked.