My "friend" was dishonest and lied to a girls boyfriend that I had tried to sleep with her on the night of a social gathering. Doesn't sound too bad right?

He misunderstood my eagerness to share a cab with her as a forward notion of hitting on her, the complete opposite. Cabs at that time of the morning are very expensive and hard to come by so sharing is definitely preferred over walking home a very long way.

Her partner at the time was a beast and I mean the kind of guy you'd cross the street to avoid, he was a criminal a vicious one at that. My friend decided to tell him that I had "tried it on", in his sick imagination that it would play out in a normal scenario.

Every week after he told him what he thought I was trying, he kept telling me that (we'll call him Ted) Ted was looking to have a chat with me and at the time I was unaware of what had went on and what he had been told because to me trying to share someone's cab to cut costs and save yourself a walk is harmless.

One week my friend arranges a night in like we usually have with a few friends coming over, he was so insistent on me coming over he offered to order and pay my cab and get me anything I wanted. This was unusual because he was the greedy kind, I thought because of his persistence something was wrong and he needed help, so I took the bait you could say.

I get to his home, walk into the living room and there's Ted sitting in a chair taken from the kitchen in the living room. I heard the lock clatter behind me warning me there was no exit, at this point im scared to death and I sit down and a small conversation occurs. He asked why I tried to sleep with his girlfriend, confused and puzzled I am already beginning to plead with him that it's not true.

Before I continue let me reiterate the type of person Ted is, Ted is a convicted felon a violent thuggish beast of a man who shows no remorse, no sympathy and does not hold back.

Ted doesn't buy any of my defense, he's convinced that I'd tried to sleep with his girlfriend. My friend had even convinced his girlfriend and all of my friends that it was true, when everyone is fully aware that it's not. But the trouble is that Teds girlfriend is convinced now because of my friends story and how he knows me that it's what I was trying. Instinctively a boyfriend always believes his girlfriend, that's a shame for me now because his girlfriend has only became convinced because of my friends persistence.

Back to the living room, after the small chat Ted asks me a simple question, one that will haunt me until the day I pass. He asks so confidently and so flippantly "Your life or your hands". At this point im convinced I'm dead so I quite literally give in and tell him to do as he pleases. By the way this is all whilst my friend watches.

He lunged at me with a knife to my throat and starts to beat me, not only with his fists but with a hammer and knuckle dusters. After around two minutes of squirming which seemed like an eternity the knife falls from his hands under the sofa. That doesn't matter, it's not the knife doing the damage at that point it had only cut my head and torso, it's his reaction to himself losing the knife. He pins me to the floor and repeatedly jumps knees first with all his waist onto my ribs, I get up he badly beats my face until it's littered with golf ball sizes of concussion everywhere. I tried the door once and he let me know "it's locked sunshine" and pulled me in for another course of bodily damage.

So you're aware, this monster is in my friends house my friend is stood over him watching, I am pleading for my life to my friend, I am screaming that he is allowing him to murder me in his own home, I'm screaming that he's as accessory to murder if he let's this go on. He ignores my pleas, he ignores everything his face seems to be somewhat enjoying the ruckus yet it still goes on he still allows it.

Finally I'd had enough and feel so badly beaten and f'd up I tried to door as quickly as I could once more, this time the key was in the door for some reason unlike the first time I tried. Ted was under the impression the door was still locked so he jokingly allowed me to try it again whilst he laughed.

This time as mentioned the key is in the door and I make it out, the feeling of the cold air hitting my open wounds was something I'd never thought would be so exhilarating. I was without shoes and I ran and I ran there was no pain at this point just an overwhelming amount of adrenaline, blood gushing from places I'd never seen blood emerge before. I had ran to a main road, I had no cell phone no nothing I couldn't call for help. A passerby ran to aid me and was so scared because of the state I was in, he must have seen my condition and called an ambulance because it came some 10 minutes later.

This was my brief story of my "friends" betrayal and how it almost cost me my life. Ted was sentenced to attempted murder (I was lucky) some 3 months later for a different case and his life since then has been littered with jail time. I feel the lasting effects of that night to this day. I no longer have friends, a social life, a job, a relationship, a business anything that comes close to resembling a normal life......nothing. I was diagnosed with Ptsd under a year ago as a result of the incident, other diagnoses of similar mental conditions were thrown in there as it seems the ptsd has triggered those too. This life is killing me slowly, I cannot bring myself to trust anyone ever again I find no enjoyment from the normal things anymore, one simple lie has completely ruined my life and any hope of a life. Sorry for the rant.