Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - I Survived Prison, Lost My Brother, and Now I’m Telling the Truth They Tried to Hide PART2 #21

Episode Date: July 12, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #prisontruths #systemfailure #familyloss #redemptionjourney #uncensoredtruth  Continuing his powerful testimony, the narrator unpacks how the prison system crushed his spirit, how his brother’s death left a permanent scar, and how he clawed his way out to reveal the truth that others fear. A raw, unapologetic look at pain, injustice, and redemption.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, prisonabuse, injusticeexposed, familygrief, redemptionarc, survivinghell, brotherhood, personaltestimony, corruptionuncovered, griefjourney, realpain, emotionalrawness, darktruths, trappedinside, exposedlies

It's been four years since I last typed anything on here. Honestly, I didn't think I ever would again. But here we are. Today marks ten whole years since my brother passed away. 10. A full decade. Saying that out loud feels like being punched in the gut. I still can't believe it. Feels like yesterday and also like a million years ago at the same time.

There hasn't been a single day that I haven't thought about him. Not one. Grieving him, learning to live without him, trying to stay strong, it's been a long road. Some days I manage, some days it all crashes down. But I try, because I know that's what he'd want me to do. Yesterday, for whatever reason, I logged back into this old account. First time in four years. Didn't expect much, but boom, notifications flooded in. Apparently, a lot of you have been wondering about, me about my life, my family, my friends. So I figured, maybe it's time. Maybe I owe it to you, and to myself, to fill in the blanks. Let's start with me. Besides the obvious sadness I carry around, I've been doing okay. Still at my old university, working with the sports teams.

Still lecturing in sports science too. That part of life has remained steady, and I'm thankful for it. The documentary we did about Kai was released during COVID. It got a lot of attention. People responded really positively to it. Thankfully, thanks to the lockdowns, I managed to stay under the radar. No public fuss, no big spotlight. Just quiet. Now let's talk about Charlie. My best mate. He got out of prison three years ago. Man's been through hell and back, but he's doing great now. He's almost done with his degree in social work, and he's already got a job lined up at the same young offenders unit we used to talk about when we were kids. Wild how things come full circle. At Charlie's release party, I met his sister, Hannah. She's 29 now. And yeah,

you guessed it, we hit it off. Charlie wasn't too thrilled at first. I mean, who really wants their best mate dating their sister. But he came around eventually. He saw how happy we were. Fast forward a bit, and we just got engaged last month. We also have a son. He's one year old. His name. Kai. Of course. My parents were over the moon, and Harry. Harry was honored to be named Godfather. Speaking of Harry, let's get into that. Last time I posted, he was dating Tom. Things seemed good on the surface. But, turns out, things weren't so simple. Harry ended up cheating. Tom found out. They split. It sent Harry into a tailspin. A few months ago, he called me out of the blue, said he needed to talk. He came clean about

everything. Told me he never truly loved Tom. Said that no matter how hard he. He said that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to feel the way he once did. Not since my brother. He confessed that my brother wasn't just his boyfriend. He was his person. The one, the only. The love he thought he'd spend forever with. Harry's scared. He thinks he'll be alone forever because he can't move on. He feels stuck, like his heart stopped 10 years ago and never restarted. I told him, look, Maybe one day someone new will come along. Someone who surprises him, someone who breaks through that wall. And when that happens, he won't be alone.

We'll all be there, backing him every step of the way. But what I also told him, and this part was hard, was that he can't keep pretending. Can't lead someone on, can't give someone false hope if he doesn't really love them. That's not fair. And cheating? That's a hard no. No excuses. He knows that.

He's working on himself now. Slowly, but surely, he's coming back to life. Harry and I, we've both been grieving the same person, but in different ways. I lost a brother. My best friend. My other half. Harry lost the love of his life. The man he was supposed to build a future with.

It's not the same. I've come to understand that. that. That pain, that heartbreak. It's a different flavor of agony. So if you're reading this, please don't judge Harry too harshly. Yes, what he did to Tom was wrong. No doubt. But if you've never lost your person, you can't fully grasp what that kind of devastation does to you. How it twists you inside out. A lot of you asked about Harry's family. Here's the deal. There is no relationship. He comes from old money. That cold, traditional kind.

The kind that would rather keep up appearances than accept their son for who he is. When he came out, they basically threw a check at him and told him to disappear. Washed their hands of him. It's heartbreaking. But my parents and I, we took him in. We love him. He is family. My parents, God bless them, Miss Kai just as deeply.

as I do. They've had their share of good days and dark ones. We've all walked through the fire together. But ever since little Kai was born, I've seen glimpses of who they were before the tragedy. My mum's laugh has come back. My dad smiles more. There's light in our house again, even if it flickers sometimes. Now, here's something that's been haunting me. Someone asked in an old comment, if I could see my brother one more time, what would I say? I've thought about it a lot. And my honest answer is, I don't think I'd say a single word. I'd just hug him. Wrap my arms around him and hold him so tight that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be able to leave again. God, I would give anything for that. So yeah, that's where I'm at. That's where we're

at. Life didn't go the way any of us planned. But somehow, we keep going. Keep waking up, keep loving, keep trying. If there's one thing I've learned over the past ten years, it's this, tell people you love them. Don't assume they know. Say it. Shout it. Write it.

Show it. Whatever it takes. Because you never know when your last chance to say it will come. Reddit, thank you for sticking around. Thank you for caring. And if you're reading this right now, go tell someone you love them. Do it now. With all my heart, Max, the end.