An Abortion At Her Majesty's Pleasure

MandelaTwo

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When I was in my early 20's my partner became pregnant (bearing in mind my so called father not only considers me illegitimate but any children I have too). My partner's younger brother who was (he's dead now) a drug addict and a petty criminal to pay for his habit asked me out for a pint or two. OK why not? After our night out we were heading home, directly across the from police station, there was a house with it's door wide open. He, her brother said he is going in to see what he could nick, I said don't be silly, look police station. He went in anyway (with hindsight clearly all a set up). I refused to go in but thought I would wait outside to see what happens. Then a guy appears from within the house and attacks me with an acoustic guitar. Anyway he ended up wearing the guitar when about ten policemen arrived from across the road and started beating me up. They dragged me across to the station, put me in a cell, then beat me up again before taking me to the hospital, where the doctor asked if I was trying to hang myself. No a policeman had me by the throat I replied. Next day they charged me with assaulting the guy with a guitar and my partners brother with burglary. He got released on bail and I got remanded in custody for three weeks for reports.

Off to Perth prison, then I started noticing two guys following me around where ever I went. (in those days no toilets in cells etc). I didn't like it. Between the ages of 9 and 14, my so called Fathers house was in a posh part of Perth called Burghmuir which was a mixture of private houses and prison officers houses and most of my school mates were sons of prison officers, some I knew well because I was in there house with their son. Anyway I noticed a prison officer who's son was one of these mates and I asked him about the two guys following me around, he said he couldn't say but asked me to just trust them. You have to remember that my younger brother was stabbed through the heart a few years earlier at HMP Polmont. Clearly with hindsight those two were protecting me.

Three weeks that seemed like three months passed and at court, they dropped the charges and I was released only to find out that my partner had an abortion while I was in prison. At first I thought it was her idea and it was done by the NHS. I later was informed (by another source) that the abortion actually happened at a private hospital in Dundee despite her having no money for such a procedure.

Hindsight is such a wonderful thing, I can now see that my so called father used his blackmail powers to get me out of the way in prison, then he paid for the abortion at the private hospital.

A couple of years later of course she was pregnant again but this time I was not so easy to get rid of! Of course there was the infamous incidence at Perth ROYAL Infirmary where the doctor appeared to be happy to let the child (now my son) die in the womb until I threatened to kill him if the baby (or his mother) died.
 
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