So What could I tell him? His friends and girlfriend came through, such good friends he had, and they are still with him and around him today. He woke up the next day, but I could not tell him anything, that was left to my dad.
A few days later, Back at the house we had a visit from the police. We were told that he the monster had came through a fence from the field and right into the side of the car. We were told he was in possession of drug's, that he had, had a girl also in the car but they were fine.
I remember thinking why on earth was he in a field, was he trying to bunny hope over the verge, over the car?
The explanation of that night was he had came into the side of the car, right into the passenger side, the car had rolled six times before coming to rest. Passenger side down to the ground with my step-dad having all but the belt holding him up. My mothers breathing slowing, and my brother hanging by his leg. By chance some of duty police men found them and got them to safety. Those men, I have no idea who they were but I will be forever thankful to them.
Stories flew about the paper's, and while I was out buying my brother trousers baggy enough to put over his stooky, I seen a shop advertising the daily news. I was so angry I wanted to run into the shop and demand they took it down, I wanted to cause a war with this little newsagents. My husband reminded me that was just the way of life, it was another story to sell papers. To this day whenever I see a headline I wonder what the family are feeling. Do they want to tear it down off the advertising stand?
We moved away soon after the funeral to Crewe. I could not bear the thought of that Monster opening a door for me and the pram and not knowing his face say thank-you. If that Monster came around here tomorrow and offered me an apology I would still slam the door on his face.
In the court cases that followed he claimed epilepsy, his wife vouched for him. It turned out he had cause other car crash's in previous years. He got away with the famous 'Not Proven'. The 'Not Proven' of Scotland that can never be proven so it is more or less a 'You got away with it, and if any evidence crops up that proves your guilt - well we can't try it again so don't worry'
In the claims court it was found that he did not actually have epilepsy and it was just a lie to get him away with it, his wife messed up her story, and he started swearing at the judge, his doctor walked out on him as apparently did his lawyer.
He can relax though thanks to the Terrible Justice System that Scotland has, even though his guilt shone through he get's to find a happy place in the knowledge that Scotland does not let cases that are 'Not Proven' Back to court.
He still get's to drive, as his license was never taken away. Watch out people of Angus It might be you he get's next.
I write this story because people seem to be rather silent, silent about Car Crashes, Silent about unfair 'Justice'
I don't see why, don't be hushed by society telling you to keep it bottled up. Write it, shout it, let people know otherwise it will always be the situation people find themselves in.
Justice? Don't make me laugh. Karma Don't get me started. God .. Don't even go there.
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