I couldn’t even go to the bottom of the garden. “I lost control, chucking tables and chairs around, and screaming, ‘I want to die’. “For the next month, I wanted to die,” he said.
Too scared to stay in Manchester, fearing it might happen again, he moved back in with his parents in Newark. Sam (left) with his brother Jake and friend Kirsty, at the Boardmasters Festival, in Cornwall, in August 2015.Īfter taking internal swabs, blood tests, and photos of Sam’s cuts and bruises, the police officers - who he said were “brilliant” - took the clothes he had been wearing when he was attacked. Jan said: “It was horrific to hear what had happened. Sam’s girlfriend phoned his mum Jan, and care homes manager dad Gary, both 49, who drove to the flat in Manchester. “I had the same clothes on and smelt of the blokes. “I wasn’t interested.”Īfter officers arranged for him to have swabs taken later that evening, to collect evidence, he was told he could not wash. I wanted to shower but they said no.”Īll three of them were interviewed by police, who then drove Sam to the place where he remembered seeing car park arches, after leaving the hotel - hoping to pinpoint the location of the crime. “It was only the thought of my family, that it would have destroyed them, that I thought, I can’t do it to them.”īack home, he broke down as he told Brady and his then girlfriend-of-18-months, who does not want to be named, what had happened. He recalled: “I took some cash out to pay my rent. Left with internal cuts and bruises, Sam remembers staggering home, in a daze.
Since then, he has tried to add me on Facebook a few times (he keeps making new ones) but I block him every time.Sam with his friend Brady, who was with him on the night out before the pair got separated. After a few heated phone conversations that consisted of him drunk and accusing me of telling his friends that I didn’t even know, I finally blocked him on all social media and also blocked his phone number. He began to get really paranoid that I was telling people about our encounters. We hooked up a few times after that but I really began to question his sanity. He didn’t want his mom to come home and see that he had company. I then had to walk a block to my truck because he didn’t want me to park his driveway. I quietly opened the door and stepped outside. Luckily he had a door that led outside in his room. It obviously didn’t feel very pleasurable so I never ended up… Uhm… finishing.Ībout 30 minutes into the disastrous encounter, his mother comes home. He put the ziplock over my dick and tried to suck it. He went to the kitchen and got a ziplock bag (I kid you not). Neither of us had any condoms so he decided to get creative. He wanted to try preforming oral on me but didn’t actually want to put his mouth on my bare penis. We jerked each other off for a few minutes but soon grew tired of it. His mom was still at work and would be for the next hour or so. I was pretty horny so I got in my truck and drove to his house. But, then it was a struggle.Īnyway, one day I had just gotten home from Hawaii with my family, I got a text from you know who asking me to come over. Now I find it funny because I have my own set of friends and am much more sure myself and what I stand for. In middle school, he was only nice to me when it was beneficial for him. He was (and probably still is) what you call a “follower”. You see, I use the word “friend” lightly. The conversation was usually nothing out of the ordinary and then would unexpectedly take a sexual turn. is operated by Annitak Ltd, acting as a Merchant of Record, a company registered at Patroklou Kokkinou, 5 Office 2 Strovolos, 2000, Nicosia, Cyprus. I had been texting an old friend back and forth for a couple months.