Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - I Survived Prison, Lost My Brother, and Now I’m Telling the Truth They Tried to Hide PART1 #20

Episode Date: July 12, 2025

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Hey everyone on Reddit. Can't believe it's been almost two years since I posted that story. Honestly, I never thought I'd be back here typing up an update, but after all the messages and comments asking what happened next, here I am. Figured I'd give you the whole rundown. But first, let me address the two biggest questions y'all had last time. No, I didn't go back to prison. And yes, I'm doing okay now. So, let's rewind a bit. A lot of people asked what prison was actually like. To be real with you. It wasn't like the horror stories you see in movies.

I'm not saying it was some vacation, but it wasn't constant violence or people getting shanked over a pack of ramen either. Because of my age, I ended up in a young offender's institution instead of regular prison, which honestly made a big difference. I was lucky, I got placed in a unit where they let us finish school. Yeah, I actually studied inside. ended up finishing my A levels while I was there, got an A in math and P.E. and AC in biology. Not bad for someone stuck behind bars, right? My second year inside was actually kind of productive. I started tutoring some of the other inmates, helping them with math mostly, and I spent a lot of time applying to universities. Somehow, I got accepted into a local uni for sports science. They let me do it

remotely while I was still inside, and then when I got out, I finished the last year on campus. Graduated just last June, which still feels wild to say out loud. Not that it was easy. Those first few months in there. Rough. A lot of dudes trying to size me up, make me hand over my stuff, my shoes, my hoodie, even my snacks. But I figured out quick that if you stand your ground, if you show people you're not going to be intimidated, they usually back off. You don't have to be the biggest guy, just got to act like you belong.

So I held my own, and over time, the tension eased up. My cellmate for the whole sentence was this guy named Charlie. 23 years old, middle-class dude who got mixed up with the wrong people, county lines drug stuff. At first, we were both kind of walking on eggshells around each other, but after a while, we clicked. We bonded over rugby, music, and our mutual screw-ups. Now, he's one of my closest friends. He's still inside, but he'll be moving to an adult prison soon to finish the rest of his time. We still talk when we can.

He's a good guy, just made some terrible choices. Now, on to the other big question, Harry and my parents. Harry, man, I don't even know how to describe how much he's. meant to us. He didn't just stick around, he became family. My parents literally see him as their third son now. And me? He's like another brother. He supported us when we lost Kai, he stood by me through the trial and the sentence. Hell, he even introduced us to his new boyfriend Tom like we were his actual family, which we are, in every way that counts. He's the real deal. Aside from those four years inside, my life hasn't been all that different from any other 23-year-old guy.

Finished uni, got a job, well, two actually. My uni kept me on as a strength and conditioning coach for the sports teams, and a semi-pro rugby club decided to give me a shot. I'm living at home with my parents still, saving up to move out. Dated a few people casually, nothing too serious. The only thing that really hurts is that I can't be a teacher like I always want. That dream kinda died with the criminal record. And Kai.

God, I miss him all the time. Some mornings, I look in the mirror and I wonder, if he were still here, would we look the same? Would he have grown out his hair? Started wearing those trendy jackets he used to laugh at. Would he be dating someone amazing? Doing something incredible? I guess I'll never know. That's what hurts the most, not knowing who he could.

not knowing who he could have become. All right, now for the real reason I'm back. Six months ago, these documentary filmmakers reached out, said they wanted to tell my story. At first, I was like, hell no. But Harry and my folks thought it was a good idea. A way to finally share what really happened, to show the world who Kai really was. So I agreed. I figured, what's the worst that could happen, right? Well, plot twist. Turns out, the four boys involved in all this, yeah, the same ones who tormented my brother, had also been contacted to be part of the documentary. Apparently, they tried to act like they were these sweet, innocent kids. Claimed they were just good friends with Kai and that the whole thing was, banter, taken out of context.

Said I was just lashing out and blaming them for my grief. The nerve, right? But here's the kicker. During a break in filming, when they thought the cameras were off, their true colors came out. They were bragging, actually laughing about what they'd done to my brother. Saying the beatings were worth it now that there was one less F asterisk asterisk asterisk go tea on the streets. Even claimed their parents bribed some of the jury. Thing is, the camera was still rolling.

The filmmakers found that footage during editing. They were horrified. came straight to us with it and said we could have the footage if we wanted. We were shocked, obviously. But it didn't end there. Atticus's dad, yeah, the same Atticus who led the abuse, somehow got wind that the filmmakers had dirt on his son. The guys high up at a major TV network, so he tried to bribe them.

Offered them a big chunk of money and even promised to commission the dock if they made it look like his son and his friends were innocent. But the woman leading the project, Lola, she's a total badass. She secretly recorded their conversation just in case. She wasn't having any of it. She stood up to him. That move ended up sealing the deal. Fast forward to last week, the trial concluded.

All four boys, Barney, Atticus, Toby, and Brad, were sentenced to 15 years, with 10 to be served behind bars. and Atticus' dad. He got four years for perverting the course of justice. He'll be doing two years inside. Ironically, the boys are all headed to the same prison where my mate Charlie is serving his time. And let's just say, Charlie's promise to make sure their stay isn't exactly comfortable. The documentary. It's coming next year.

Netflix picked it up. They decided to make it more about Kai's life, who he was, what he meant, meant to us, the joy he brought into this world. There's a lot of raw footage, some tough interviews, but it's real. We just hope it opened some eyes. Shows people the damage that bullying and hate can do. Of course, while getting justice feels good, it doesn't bring Kai back. That pain never goes away. You learn to live with it, sure. But there's always that hole in your chest. He was my little brother. best friend. The one person who could always make me laugh, even when everything else sucked. I hope, wherever he is, he knows we fought for him. That we didn't let them get away with it.

So yeah, that's my update. Life keeps moving. I'm working hard, staying close to my family, and trying to be the kind of man Kai would have looked up to. It's not perfect, but it's something. Thanks for reading. To be continued. Thank you.