Another one, not me, but my best friend (Well was, long story we'll get into that.), a few years back we were all into some bad stuff involving drug (I was a coke addict and alcoholic and most of the others I hung around with were too, once we tried to rob some big timer who ripped some associates off and it fucked up, we got chased out of the house by armed men and my friend took it out on some random hipster in the street and viciously beat him and robbed him, we could of been charged on accessory but he kept our names out of it and he got a five year sentence, always stayed in touch, even though I sorted my life, have been on and off drugs since and associated with new circles and made new friends, one day me and my new friends were at this party with some of the higher ups in the drug game and one of them was at the same prison as my friend, I found out he was actually a cellmate of him, he told me he basically made his way into their circle and that as a favor he'd held some gangster hostage with a shank for 6 hours, then gave him up when offered chocolate and cigarettes (Retard, go figure, didn't quite work that way.), he comes out, meets my new circle of friends, one of them happens to be a cousin of someone he hurt inside, everyone falls out, horrible things done to each other he turns up at the house of our youngest lad off his noodle on rock and threatens to kill him and his mother, then beats him up.

Few days later I get a phone call off of a few teenagers saying "Your boy's in our hands, what do we do?" they put him on phone, they've already beaten him quite badly, he can barely speak. I tell them to let him go, they don't listen, I can hear him screaming. I literally search every house I can think of but for hours I still can't find him, by this point I'm worried sick, not rang police in case they turn up and someone does something irrational because I've seen crackheads do crazy fucking things, I keep getting phone calls, mainly garbled wired out shit, a lot of "He's gonna die for what he's done!", one phone call I can just hear him sobbing while someone pulls out duct tape, I'm pretty much having a panic attack by this point, thinking back to when we were all kids and playing football, smoking weed, playing knock a door run, like you would be if you were about to lose your best friend, youngest lad out of our bunch rings me up crying saying he doesn't know what to do and No names mentioned have made him go along with it, they've literally tied him up, broke his ribs, stuck a meat hook in his back, burnt him with cigarettes, beat him with bats, chairs, iron bars, golf clubs, one of them put an 8 by 2 foot table over his head. I finally managed to get them to leave it and paid them £400 to let him go, but still didn't fall out with my younger friend because it wasn't his fault and these people used him and forced him being the naive little idiot he is to go along with it.

My 'Friend' was pissed off with that so he nearly killed me with a bat, said I "betrayed him" even though I spent the night hunting him down through the whole area and barring a fight after I last saw him we never spoke again and I never will speak to the cunt again. He got locked up again recently for another ruthless attack, from what I heard from a family friend who just got out apparently the man who he took hostage got a few others, took him hostage, raped him and beat him for hours.

Was about to type something smug like karma's a bitch, but, deep down I still don't have it in me to feel good about bad things happening to my friends, even if they did fall out with me and try to kill me at some point. For all I know he could be getting held hostage right now, but he's beyond asking me for help now.