I used to be a heroin addict and petty criminal. Shoplifting. I got caught in the town centre. The offending officer and a police lady attended. They both seemed nice, professional, doing their job but treated me fine.(So far). I accepted I’d done wrong and just sat quietly in the managers office of Marks N Spencers waiting for them to arrive…
Now this is very important to the story, I forgot that I had a piece of tin foil on me with about £5 worth of Heroin melted into the foil on me. Addicts smoke it on tin foil. So when they came they looked through my handbag (as per procedure – that’s fine), he found the tin foil and put in an evidence bag , and all the stolen goods went in another. . . . As I wasn’t a major criminal, no knives, guns etc, I’d imagine it was a pretty straightforward standard job for them.
Off we went to the station. First time I’d been in one as a criminal. Was strip search by the women, put in cell for a few hours. All fine. Standard stuff.
After a few hours the 2 that had attended my arrest came and took me to an interview room. Now this is where it’s odd…. In hindsight. . . They mentioned the stolen goods (obviously), I admitted yes I stole them to sell for money I’m an addict. I was expecting them to mention/charge me for the small amount of drugs next, which I was dreading been in the local paper for because I’d be ashamed and didn’t want my mother and neighbours to know. I had a young son living with me at the time and I was scared of losing him if the drug habit came out.
Anyway, next thing I know I’m signing a release/bail form and I’m free to go. No mention of the heroin!!
Suspicious eh,??
I was that young N naive that I’ve assumed they must be doing me a favour or something. I don’t know. But I knew it wasn’t correct or proper police procedure. I was just glad I wasn’t going to be in the local “court report” for Class A drugs. Especially smack.
Anyway, I’m outside the station. It’s late at night on a Saturday. Last buses have gone. I haven’t got enough for a taxi home, I only had my day rider bus ticket.
Pc Male (we shall call him) came out while I was sat on police station steps wondering how i was going to get the 7 miles home. I’m starting with heroin withdrawals now and feeling awful.
Pc Male comes out, says he’s finished his shift now. .. how am I getting home ? I said “walk it”. .. he said it’s not safe for a young girl like you to walk 7 miles home. I thought this guy has been sound so far, you can trust a policeman right ? I accepted the lift. He was chatting N friendly on the way. Half way to mine he stopped for petrol. . . Remember he knows my address/phone/all details because he’s just written up the paperwork for me (this is 25yrs ago when cops still used paper!). . ..when he came back out from paying for his petrol he showed me 2 men’s shirts he had hung up in the back of his car ( I should state at this point that this was his own personal car, not a police car), he asked me which one should he wear to go out on the pull tonight,!!
Weird but whatever I said. . . Then he said “I’ve got a present for you,”…. NOW THIS SET OFF MY ALARM BELLS MAJORLY, WEIRD VIBES -)…. He told me to open the glove box in front of me…. I did….. The F*****g piece of tin foil + heroin was RIGHT THERE.
Now I’m getting a mega weird and bad vibe about this whole situation…… I know that’s it’s majorly unethical for him, as a copper, to give an addict their drugs back, which should of been confiscated off me N written up… And were NOT.
.. VERY SUS !!!
I outright asked him “why would you do this, you’re a copper ?”. He said I know you would go home N suffer otherwise.
I thought … Ok….
Sat in silence then…. Nearly at my house now…. He should of turned right up the hill to my council estate. He turned left, into an industrial estate. . Remember it’s sat night, All in darkness N nobody’s there. I’m feeling mega scared N freaked out now. I know this copper has bad intentions for me. I also know he is corrupt and a joke of a copper giving me those drugs back!!.
Naively I thought he had took me there to come down heavily on me to get me tell him names/numbers of dealers etc. Nope.
Once parked up I said “why are we here, you are freaking me out, please just let me get out here, I’ll walk rest of way, I’m not talking about any dealers, I won’t do that, I value my life and my little boys life.
He said “I don’t want you to tell me about dealers you stupid white junkie bitch, I want my dick sucking, and if you’re shit at it, I’m gonna drag you out of this car and bend you over in those bushes and stick it up your junkie slut arse”. . . I was young N very frightened now. … I started crying N said “please let me just go, take the drugs back I don’t care”. The car was on child lock N I couldn’t get out. I tried.
(Obvs he valued me that little he thought I’d do anything for £5 worth of smack,)
Next thing I knew he had his penis out, he pushed my head down forcibly and pushed me towards it….. I ended up biting it and in that moment while he was in pain N distracted, I hit the child lock button and managed to get out … I ran like hell round the corner to my friend’s house who lived on the main road there with her family. .
This is my true story.
Constabulary: West Yorkshire Police
Timespan: 2000
Did you report it to the police?: No
Do you want to revisit this with the police?: Yes
Your ethnicity: White British
Have you experienced suicidality due to this?: Attempted suicide more than once
Are you disabled as defined under the Equality Act 2010?: Yes
