To put it mildly, it wasn't an easy thing to do going through it all again from the start. Both of us have been having bad sleepless nights after it. To have such a violent event happen in your own home is violating in the extreme, on so many levels. To have to relive it by retelling it almost seems like another violation, having to go through that pain because of them. We've made an application to the Victims of Crimes services to see if we can get specialist counseling in the aftermath of it all.
Last night I had the most vivid dream that David had died from the assault and the nephew was locked up for murder. It was so real I was crying in my sleep. Indeed as David is a nurse, he knows that just a few millimeters differently placed with one of the hits and he would have died. Fuck knows what he's going through being the one attacked and damaged.
So there's a few additional things that came out of the statement making, sort of tying things all together.
After David knocked back my brother wanting a "head job" (so crass) he went into the bedroom with his son for a bit. Fuck knows what he told him, being the sleazy closeted asshole he is. Conjecture has it that he may well have told his son that David wanted oral sex off him. In which case the assault would have been very much like a gay bashing by the son. Conjecture, but it fits quite well with events.
One thing I added to it all was the final insult at the end. We bought special beer for my brother as he's intolerant to wheat. He didn't forget that last special beer on leaving. We found the empty bottle of it on the front lawn.
They were picked up a bit north of here by the police, about a 15 minute walk sober, about half an hour drunk zigzaging. So they didn't get far. I think they were incredibly surprised to be arrested by the cops for the assault. In hicksville Taranaki among some a good bashing is a way to sort things out without getting cops involved. Apparently they thought Sydney would be the same. Good grief, we're way more civilised here. Cops in New Zealand don't have guns either, they're nothing like the Gestapo style NSW police equiped with guns, tazers, and mace. They'd have been shitting themselves. Good job.
The nephew told the senior constable at the station that he was afraid he'd killed David as he "couldn't stop punching him", which will all be written down as evidence against him. What a fuckin psycho. Incredibly also, as we'd been angrily texting him and scaring him with the HIV boogy man, he wanted the cops to test him for it there at the station in lock up! Ha ha ha ha....... Cops told him he has to see a doctor as they're not medico's. Ha ha ha ha..... The constable told me this whilst I made the statement. I laughed out loud man. Said what's the point anyway, as you have to wait three months for the antibodies to form before you can be tested. Told her that there was very little chance of him getting it as David was undetectable, but we're not telling him that. Let the prick sweat for 3 months, ha ha ha ha...... She laughed.
So now the nephew is back in Brisbane. His court date in Sydney is end of this month. Will he get expensive representation and plead guilty from up there? Will he come down and have to put himself up in expensive Sydney accommodation? Will he fail to appear and simply run home to dear daddy in New Zealand? Who knows.
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