Okay, so this is a kind of a long story but please bear with me because I really need some advice. So basically, I (accidently) robbed a drug dealers house and stole his coke. £2000 worth apparently and some weed along with gadgets like ps4's, ipads, phones etc. This happened last July, I bumped into an old friend I knew from a hotel I was staying at last year and we ended up spending a couple days hanging out, drinking and having a good time. On the first night I got introduced to this woman he used to be on the streets with, and she's a real rough type of girl (alcoholic) but she was nice and we had a good laugh together. The next morning, she meets us near a park and tells me and my friend that she had just recently been kicked out onto the streets by her abusive husband who beats her (she shows me bruises and cuts on her body) and has said that he is going to sell all her possessions in her home. She's crying as she tells me more about the things this man has done to her and having had an abusive father myself who used to beat me and my mum, I felt really bad for her. She basically pleads with me to come with her to the house and collect her stuff before the guy comes home from work. I really didn't want to do it but like I said, from previous experience of living with an abusive person, I felt a lot of sympathy and reluctantly agreed to help her out. So we get there and she says to start bagging up all the valuable stuff that we can carry in bags and take it with us to some guys apartment she's staying at. I had all reasonable suspicion that this was in fact HER home as she had the keys to the property and the neighbours next door came out and greeted her by name and a friendly hug when they saw her walk past. So once we are in, I start bagging up the valuable stuff like consoles and ipads and ask repeatedly for her to pick out all the items that are her property. I've got all this shit bagged up and ready to go within 15 mins when I get a shout from up the stairs telling me to take a look at something. I go up there and I am shown into a bedroom. On the floor there is a small bucket with two large seal bags with white powder inside and a plastic bag full of weed. I look at it in shock, this is the first time I've seen that much drugs before in my life and the first time I've seen anything other than weed. My first thought was "fuck this shit this has nothing to do with me", I turn to my friend who called me up the stairs and tell him very bluntly "that stuff isn't ours, put it back into the bucket and push it under the bed like you found it or I'm out of here and I'll never speak to you again". He starts yammering on about how we've hit the goldmine but I know that there is gonna be a shit load of trouble caused if that goes missing and after arguing for a bit he agrees to leave it there. I get the stuff we've bagged up which includes her clothes and some toiletries and try to get a taxi back to town where we can safely store her possessions in the apartment where she will be staying at. As we leave, we quickly realise that none of us have got a mobile and that we have to ask someone to call a cab for us. I really don't want to do this as we have bags full of valuable items and it would be a nightmare if we had lost all this woman's stuff. But we had no choice since none of us knew where we were, had no phone, no phone box anywhere to be seen and we really wanted to be off the streets cos we were carrying lots of valuable stuff and it would be a piece of cake to rob us. We eventually find a guy, he's walking home with his kids and looks like a rough type of guy but he's the only person around. I ask politely if he could call us a cab and he says that he doesn't have any credit and to go to a shop that's apparently just around the corner and ask there. As I say thanks and am about to head there, my 'friend' comes out of nowhere and pulls out these two bags of cocaine and starts bragging about how we robbed someone. I'm pretty fucking gobsmacked at this moment and I have no fucking clue what to say, he looks at us like two fucking weirdos and walks away from us with a look of anger and disgust. I turn to my friend and shout "I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE THAT BUCKET ALONE YOU FUCKING IDIOT, DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH SHIT YOU HAVE GOT US IN!?" and he's like "relax dude we're totally fine blah blah" and after a couple minutes shouting in the street I say that we're gonna go back to town, drop the shit off and then I'm leaving you and going home. Unknown to me, this guy has found a jacket my 'friend' stole from the house and it just so happens to have a letter with the name of the guy who's coke just got robbed on it. And that guy is the cousin of the person I asked to call a cab. So he sees this, gets a hammer from his house and chases us down the street with it whilst bringing out the whole neighbourhood to watch. We're cornered on the street and I just thought that this guy was robbing us until he mentions the letter and says that all this stuff is his cousins and that he will kill us. Long story short we drop all the shit, get the fuck out of dodge and I tell this fucking 'friend' of mine I never want to see him again and head home. The next day I bump into the hammer guy, he says that 2K of coke is owed, asks where the drugs are and that I'm probably gonna get shot. I explain to him the story and he has sympathy which is a surprise considering that he was about to fuck me up when he first saw me. Tells me to disguise myself, and don't come around here again. I did that, but I know these guys are going to be looking for me and if they find me it isn't gonna be pretty. I don't know what the fuck to do, if I go to the police I'm a rat and if I don't I'm dead meat anyways. Please help. TL;DR I unwittingly robbed a coke dealer and now they're gonna kill me
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