STABBED IN THE BACK

A night out turned into a nightmare for Lauren Foster, 22, from Norwich.

- KATIE PEARSON AND HANNAH CROCKER

Kissing my baby boy goodbye, I felt a sudden pang.

‘I’ll see you in the morning,’ I told Jaxson, stroking his soft, chubby cheeks.

He was only seven months old, and it was my first night out without him.

‘He’ll be fine,’ my mum Amanda reassured me. ‘Go and have fun!’

He was staying at Mum’s round the corner, and I knew he was in good hands.

Waving them off, I went to the kitchen and poured myself a drink.

Then my mate Sarah* knocked at the door.

‘Let’s party,’ she cheered.

We’d gone out a lot together pre-baby. I loved being a new mum, but I couldn’t wait to get dolled up, have a boogie and let my hair down.

‘What do you think of these shoes?’ I asked her, slipping on a pair of heels.

‘Perfect,’ she smiled.

The two of us got ready together, before going into town to meet our friend Kate*.

With a last slick of lipstick, I picked up my clutch bag and we headed out.

It was a chilly November night last year, but it wasn’t far to walk.

When we arrived, we headed into the local ‘Spoons.

‘I’ll get the first round,’ I said excitedly, making my way towards the bar.

We found ourselves a seat and started catching up over a few pitchers.

Then we headed across the road to a bar called Revival.

It was a fun place with a dance floor that I couldn’t wait to get onto.

I flashed the bouncer my ID and weaved my way through the crowd to the bar.

‘Vodka, lime and lemonade, please,’ I shouted across to the barman.