Several years ago I beat up a serial rapist and left him for dead. I got away with it even though I confessed more than once as for some reason it haunted me and took over my thoughts. Cops in this town were dirty and someone else confessed. They said I was a serial confessor but these guys were bad cops and highly arrogant.
I figured I lucked out even though I didn’t understand it at the time/ The confessors hurt him after I left him for dead. They used knives while I used my fists. They took the rap and even let me know we saw we you but figured you had as good a reason as us. We grew close as a result of this insanity.
I forgot about it over time even though one cop knew I did it,!but said all that matters is the bottom line. It’s just the way the world is. Someone else is in jail that confessed. Be happy you got away with one. Only cop there that admitted he believed it was me at least the one that broke every bone in his body not the cuts and worse.
Ironic thing is the rapist was a spoiled rich kid that is the son of a highly corrupt cop in that crappy city. No wonder the cops laughed at me and he laughs the hardest. I wound up feeling just as well. I’ll just live with this dark truth that for some abnormal reason haunts me.
I believe that justice is served. Some places require you to report crimes. Some places have a stand your ground law which means you don’t have to back up when confronted. I believe if attacked and you beat the deal out of someone… too bad for him. Left to die… His problem… Don’t let this weigh you down.