I grew up from the age of 4-16 with the loveliest boy imaginable. He came from a lovely family with two happy parents, a brother and a comfortable upbringing. Great school and a very nice place to live.
He was a good looking boy and was very popular and had lots of friends. The teachers likes him as although he was checking and in loving he wasn't badly behaved.
At 17 he repeatedly stabbed his girlfriend to death in her home. No drink or drugs involved.
In court his Defense team offered that he was influenced by the Sex Pistols music and the stabbing and murder of Nancy Spungen although I had never heard him talk about the sex pistols and the pink scene had been over for a couple of years.
He served 14 years in prison and was freed in 1997. He found religion in prison and formed a friendship with a prison visitor and when he was released they got married. He now has two children, a boy and a girl who are now of an age older than the girl he murdered.
He works and is known as a good natured, likeable man.
For years after the murder I refused to remember him as a killer and could only ever think about him as the kind and funny lad I grew up with.
It's only as I got old ghat I realised the magnitude of his horrific crime. He not only killed her as she battled for her life as he stabbed her 26 times but her mother smokes herself to death weighing four years as she could not cope with her daughters murder. The victim had a brother and the father died when the boy was a teenager.
A whole family destroyed.
The victim robbed of a life whilst he was able to get his back on track and have a job, get married, have children and all the things she will never do.
I carried some kind of torch of friendship for him for decades but now I despise him and die what he did.