The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 13

The beginning of the end.

When I started writing this I really didn’t think I would get this far before I lost interest and found something better to do with my spare time so I never really gave much thought to how to write this next part. I think I was planning to make it look like it all carried on the same, putting in some of the better sex bits, and then put in a few big quick events to justify the fall of the gangs, and in some ways that is what happened, but it was really a slow decay, most of the next year in my life was devoted to watching it and not trying to stop it. The truth is that without the slow fall I wouldn’t have become the person I am, and it wouldn’t be the right way to tell the story. So the next few chapters are going to be a little bit darker and I little bit harder, hopefully I will still be able to put in the better sex bits.

Most people blamed the beginning of the end on the immigrants, asylum seekers shipped up north and put into the vacant flats on the estate because no one else would live there, they where soon joined by a far few illegals who lived with them. Most where Islamic Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan all pumped out their fair share and despite their internal differences by the time they reach the estate they were all Pakies too us. If the is one thing the poor do well is finding a sub class to hate.

Their kids didn’t want to join our gangs and we sour as hell were not going to give up territory to them, so we treated them badly. Their adults didn’t want to mix with ours so they didn’t try and stop it. And what was more important they didn’t follow the estates rules and that made tension. They did help the end come quickly but it was on its way before they became a problem. They were just easy to blame afterwards.

No I put the blame for the beginning of the end, or at least the end as it affected me in one place, with an 18 year old southern girl call Kate. Kate never went to the estate, she didn’t know its name, she knew no one from it, and had no ill will towards us. Her only contact with it would come more than a week later when she met me but still the blame lies with her.

Kate wasn’t good looking but that is not to say she was ugly, she was in a middle ground that quit a few girls fall into and convince themselves they are hideous, most girls are attractive in some way you just have to find a guy who has kinks that way. She was a brunette which she hated, her boobs where too big for her body but I have never heard a guy complain about that, her teeth where just a little too big for her mouth and she had a thin nose which made her look smug all the time but she had great skin and she loved her arse even if I did find it a little flat.

It started on a Friday night, it was the last day of Fresher’s week at Liverpool University which puts it at my second week of term. Kate was a Fresher at Liverpool that year, she had been raised a good girl in a posh southern suburb, had gone to a private school, had gone to church on a Sunday, she had never done anything bad other than to lose her virginity to a boy she “truly Loved” back home and as such had come to University and her first taste of freedom with the soul purpose of being bad. She was determined to try new things and over the last week she had tried as many as she could think of, she had got drunk off her face most nights and had had sex with 5 different boys in the last week, one of which must have been 30 and two one after the other against a wall in the street, she had tried weed and had taken an Ecstasy pill, she had even made out with a girl from her halls.

So this new Kate had jumped at the chance to go out Friday night with some second years from her course. They had taken out a dozen girls from first year to show them the town. Kate had gone down on one of the lads in a club bathroom, even swallowed, which was fine until he told everyone as soon as they “came” out. One of the second year girls had cornered her after and told her he was her man, she had twisted her nipples hard and told her she would make Kate her bitch if she did it again. The new Kate wasn’t all that sure that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to be the girls bitch but it wasn’t to be. With the point made the second year girls made sure to lose Kate the next time the change clubs but even that was ok.

As often happens to young, drunk girls who is not very attractive but nice enough, she was picked up by a group of guy. Things could have gone bad for her again as they went to more clubs and got drunker as the guy where starting to talk about taking this posh slut back home and tying her down so they could take turns with her. The new her pretended not to overhear as she was tempted to let them, until they started to talk about things they could put in her, which not only included a 14 year old girl who live down the street but one of the men’s dog she bailed the next chance she got.

But when one is young and at a University in Liverpool a night out can’t end there, a night out must end in The Razz, this is not whole true, you can go home anytime, but lots of people seem to end up there. The Razz was a real dive of a night club and we had some pretty bad one back home. The upstairs wasn’t so bad but the basement dance floor was truly terrible. It was cheap to get in, had cheap drinks, bad music and slutty girls so students love it. No one went there sober, no one headed out of a night to go The Razz but somehow, some way they found themselves there.

Kate found herself there, all dressed up, in her most slutty clothes, drunk, alone and looking for fun. The fun she found was named Robby. Robby was a parasite, he used his good looks and his charm to convinces impressionable, emotional, damaged girls he loved them and then he used them up. They would buy him things, lend him money that he never paid back, most of which went into an ever present hole of his gambling debts, he would steal from them, separate them from their friends and he would violate them. He would come up with way to humiliated, degrade and damage them sexually and convince them they liked it and they would look passed it all because they LOVED him. When they ran out of things to give he would move on and if they got wise t him before he was done with them he got mean.

Robby had heard of the estate but he never listened when he was told otherwise he wouldn’t have done what he was about to do. He was almost done with his last girlfriend, he had done things to her that a monster like me found disturbing even among the gangs we had some standards.