Bashed for 3 Dollars
February 12th 2007 09:05
The following is a true story that happened to me around 4 years ago. I had just been to a mate's place to help him celebrate the birth of his first daughter. We drank some beers and around 1:30 in the morning I decided to walk home, I only lived about twenty minutes away...
The walk through the Werro Duck Lakes was fucking scary. It was pitch black, and lots of muggings happen there. My heart beat so hard, it was all I could do not to run away from the long shadows all around me. I pulled out my remaining three dollars in the misguided hope that one of the Werro shops would be open and I could buy a cherry ripe. But it was 2 am, so nothing was open.
I got to the train station and my heart sank as I walked up to it. There were three youths there, about 16 or something, one with a big stick. They milled out around me as I walked up past them. One of them asked me for the time.
“Um, 2:10” I replied, and went to keep walking. They followed me.
“Give us your wallet”.
“No” I reply, and kept walking. Their ‘leader’ (the one who could speak) stepped up in front of me.
“Come on cunt, three against 1. Give us your money”.
“I don’t have any money! Do you think I’d be walking home if I had money?”
“Give us ya wallet then!”
The one with the big stick, laughing goofily, hit me over the head.
“FUCK OFF!” I shout out him, and I walk up the ramp as fast as I can. They mill about again and the leader started pushing me back.
“Three against 1, three against 1, give us your wallet”
“I’ve got three fucking dollars! Do you think I’d be walking home if I had any money?!”
“Give it to us then. Give us ya watch”
“What watch?”
“The one you told us the time with”
“Fuck off, I just wanna go home”.
“Give us ya watch and ya money”
“I just wanna go home”.
This exchange continued a bit longer, the guy kept pushing me, his stick-handling mate kept laughing, the other hung around in the background like the gutless piece of shit all three of them were. I just sit down on the ground and wish it wasn’t happening.
“Get up cunt!” They try to pull me up, and I eventually stand up again.
The leader tried to grab the wallet out of my pocket.
“HANG ON!” I pushed his hands away and pulled the wallet out myself. He tried to grab it off me. I held onto to it tightly.
“Wait, let me get my keys out”. I pull my keys out of my wallet and he snatches it off me. They pulled out the money and chucked all my cards over the side of the ramp and all over the concrete. He threw my earplugs and pick at me.
“Here have your earplugs and thing cunt! Now give us ya watch”.
I slowly started to take it off, and he started pushing me and pulled the watch off me. He then started feeling my other pocket, and tried to reach into it.
“What’s that in your other pocket?”
“It’s a fucking mentos and a train ticket”
“I’ll have that”, he pulled them out, “Cool, train ticket”. They laughed and ripped it up a few metres away from me. It was already used up, so I hardly cared.
“What else have ya got?”
“I don’t have anything else, if I had money I would’ve got a taxi home, ya fucking dickhead”.
He started walking towards me, smiling like a fuckwit, “Did you just call me a dickhead?”
“Yeah, well you are, aren’t you?”
They all fell in on me. The talker punched me in the side of the head and I just sat down again, curled up into a ball and covered my face, and let them get their kicks in. I didn’t make a sound, I didn’t cry, it didn’t seem to hurt. After a while they all walked off, still laughing.
I just lay there, wanting to cry from the unfairness of it all, but I refused to.
I got up, watched them disappear in the distance, and slowly went down onto the platform to collect all my cards and put them back in my wallet. I walked home and ran a bath for myself. The shock and unfairness boiled up in me so much that I had to tell someone, so I posted it on an internet forum, not wanting to wake up any of my family by calling them on the phone.
I went into the bathroom. My body started to hurt. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I cried like a great big baby. I waited up for my brother Jon to come home, and hugged him for as long as I could. Then, at 3:30 am, I went to bed.
The walk through the Werro Duck Lakes was fucking scary. It was pitch black, and lots of muggings happen there. My heart beat so hard, it was all I could do not to run away from the long shadows all around me. I pulled out my remaining three dollars in the misguided hope that one of the Werro shops would be open and I could buy a cherry ripe. But it was 2 am, so nothing was open.
I got to the train station and my heart sank as I walked up to it. There were three youths there, about 16 or something, one with a big stick. They milled out around me as I walked up past them. One of them asked me for the time.
“Um, 2:10” I replied, and went to keep walking. They followed me.
“Give us your wallet”.
“No” I reply, and kept walking. Their ‘leader’ (the one who could speak) stepped up in front of me.
“Come on cunt, three against 1. Give us your money”.
“I don’t have any money! Do you think I’d be walking home if I had money?”
“Give us ya wallet then!”
The one with the big stick, laughing goofily, hit me over the head.
“FUCK OFF!” I shout out him, and I walk up the ramp as fast as I can. They mill about again and the leader started pushing me back.
“I’ve got three fucking dollars! Do you think I’d be walking home if I had any money?!”
“Give it to us then. Give us ya watch”
“What watch?”
“The one you told us the time with”
“Fuck off, I just wanna go home”.
“Give us ya watch and ya money”
“I just wanna go home”.
This exchange continued a bit longer, the guy kept pushing me, his stick-handling mate kept laughing, the other hung around in the background like the gutless piece of shit all three of them were. I just sit down on the ground and wish it wasn’t happening.
“Get up cunt!” They try to pull me up, and I eventually stand up again.
The leader tried to grab the wallet out of my pocket.
“HANG ON!” I pushed his hands away and pulled the wallet out myself. He tried to grab it off me. I held onto to it tightly.
“Wait, let me get my keys out”. I pull my keys out of my wallet and he snatches it off me. They pulled out the money and chucked all my cards over the side of the ramp and all over the concrete. He threw my earplugs and pick at me.
“Here have your earplugs and thing cunt! Now give us ya watch”.
I slowly started to take it off, and he started pushing me and pulled the watch off me. He then started feeling my other pocket, and tried to reach into it.
“What’s that in your other pocket?”
“It’s a fucking mentos and a train ticket”
“I’ll have that”, he pulled them out, “Cool, train ticket”. They laughed and ripped it up a few metres away from me. It was already used up, so I hardly cared.
“What else have ya got?”
“I don’t have anything else, if I had money I would’ve got a taxi home, ya fucking dickhead”.
He started walking towards me, smiling like a fuckwit, “Did you just call me a dickhead?”
“Yeah, well you are, aren’t you?”
They all fell in on me. The talker punched me in the side of the head and I just sat down again, curled up into a ball and covered my face, and let them get their kicks in. I didn’t make a sound, I didn’t cry, it didn’t seem to hurt. After a while they all walked off, still laughing.
I just lay there, wanting to cry from the unfairness of it all, but I refused to.
I got up, watched them disappear in the distance, and slowly went down onto the platform to collect all my cards and put them back in my wallet. I walked home and ran a bath for myself. The shock and unfairness boiled up in me so much that I had to tell someone, so I posted it on an internet forum, not wanting to wake up any of my family by calling them on the phone.
I went into the bathroom. My body started to hurt. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I cried like a great big baby. I waited up for my brother Jon to come home, and hugged him for as long as I could. Then, at 3:30 am, I went to bed.
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Comment by Ash
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I hope you have moved on from this ordeal.
ash
Comment by Mrs M
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I understand what you mean about being mad. I would go through cycles of being helpless, scared, to raving fucking mad.
Did the cops get the guys that bashed you?
Ash, hijacked? Bloody hell.
Love & stuff
Mrs M
Comment by Ahmed
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A fat lot of good it did me, I only ever have been in a fight when pushed to the extreme, at least no one knicked my three dollars. ironic I found myself in a somewhat similar situation back in highschool (early highschool, when I was like 13) with a gang of others who wanted me to finish some random fight I had gotten into earlier. I never started that fight, I didn't want to finish it, and best of all, the guy who did start it with me didn't want to either.
But thinking about it from what happened to you, I shold be thanking the almighty for not getting beat up by about ten other kids my age, I almost did. SO yeah, I feel for ya in all ways except physical. Lucky me.
Reminds me of the movie 'three dollars', in a way, healthy person unhealthy times = crap. The 3 dollars thing is just a wierd coincedence...
Comment by Tracy
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What an awful ordeal. I can imagine that would stay with you for quite a while.
Ash, sorry to hear about your awful ordeal too.
Terrible experiences for you both,
Tracy
Comment by Luke
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The thing is, the place where I got bashed - on the ramp at Werrington Station - was directly in sight of the Train Station security camera. So it should've been all on the camera. The cops went to try and get this footage and it turns out the camera wasn't on or didn't have film in it. Yay for cityrail.
The cops also organised that newspaper article pictured above. Nothing ended up happening though... I would never have been able to recognise the three kids, I was drunk and it was late. And derro thugs like that are a dime a dozen in Werrington so the chances of the cops picking them up is something like trying to find the proverbial needle in the haystack.
Thanks for the comments guys, like I said, this happened a while ago. I'm okay now, but if you see one of my previous articles - Really Long Link - that's actually a continuation of this story. Getting bashed kind of took away my sense of being superhuman, so I definitely feel more vulnerable now when I outside by myself.
Comment by Cibbuano
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Actually, the worst part about it is that it's all about physical size.
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If you let the inner fire build up, you end up fighting back. They usually give up if you can surprise them with a hit where it counts. Can be hard to consider at the time, though.
When it comes down to it, experience rules over size.
Comment by Trina
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After reading your post I just wanted to hug you. Really.
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I hope you are OK in any case...I also want to send a hug
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thank you.
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