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Life Behind the Door

Life behind the door is a term used to describe doing a sentence in prison. This post will give you the reality of day to day life in prison from an ex County Lines boss, who was sentenced to a 5 year stretch after being charged with a Category one Lead Role in a County Line.


The Arrest

My driver and I pulled into the car park of a restaurant to drop off some shots to a customer, we drove around the car park but I couldn't see the person who was supposed to be waiting for me. As we went to leave, I saw two BMW X5's screech across the car park. One pulled up in front of us and one pulled up behind us. I knew immediately it was the police. I pushed the passenger door open to lean out and throw the line phone, and an armed police officer jumped out of the bush, kicked the car door into my arm and made me drop the phone. Other officers jumped out of the X5's brandishing their MP5 firearms. I was thrown to the ground and restrained, while my ankles and wrists were handcuffed.


Police Custody

I was thrown into the cells and left there for about 16 hours before I was interviewed. Once I had been interviewed, I was told that I would be video linked to court on Monday morning. Which meant I spent the weekend in the cells.


The Court Hearing

Monday morning came round and I was video linked to the court. The prosecution told the judge what my offence was; Possession with intent to supply- two counts, supply to an undercover officer- one count, and conspiracy to supply-one count. They advised I should be remanded into custody due to being a flight risk. The judge agreed to remand me until I had my trial.

When the judge agreed, I was sickened. I was terrified, my stomach was tied in knots. I was taken back to my cell for about an hour, and then the prison bus turned up. I was handcuffed and escorted onto the prison bus and we made the journey to the prison.


Prison

It was 10pm by the time I got onto the landing in the prison. All the prisoners were locked up. I was put into a double cell and felt numb from shock. In the morning when the door was opened, the fear had kicked in. I could hear all the other prisoners talking and shouting. I was fearful of the unknown, this was my first time in prison. As I stepped out onto the landing, I looked around in terror. As I walked down to the prison officers office, I was grabbed from behind and shoved into a cell. I was confronted by three prisoners who all possessed blades. I was told "if I didn't get the pack (of drugs) out, I would be cut". I explained the police took it. They didn't believe me and continued to threaten me. So I pulled my trousers down, sat on the toilet and took a shit to prove I had nothing in my possession. I went to leave the cell, and was told if I was going to produce any of the shots I had swallowed, I had to hand them over immediately. I was so frustrated- I had not swallowed or plugged anything. Reality had set in by this point; I had no idea what was going to happen, my head was spinning, the consequences of my actions had dawned. I had lost my freedom and the feeling of confinement was overwhelming.

I was on remand for 7 months before I was sentenced. The judge sentenced me to 5 years, but because of my early plea, that took a third off. Still, I was left with 40 months of jail time. This loomed ahead and it was impossible to see the end.


Release

The day of my release was like all my birthdays, Christmas's, and holidays merged into one. I can't describe the unabated happiness and relief I felt.

You are sent to prison to stop you from committing further crimes when your sentence ends. My time in prison was enough to put me off committing any further crimes in the future. The thought of going back makes me feel sick to my stomach. I will never jeopardise my freedom again. There is nothing that would make it worth it.




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