to the open window when Cara put a hand on my arm and said, âWe canât go with him. Say no.â
âWhat do you mean? Why not?â I asked her, my heart beginning to race.
âJust say no,â she hissed at me, and when I still hesitated, she stepped towards the car herself and said firmly, âNo! Vai via! â
I felt myself blushing with embarrassment because sheâd spoken to him so rudely â a reaction that didnât strike me as ironic until much later â and then I held my breath and waited to see what the man would do. But in the end he just swore at her and drove away.
âWhat was wrong?â I asked Cara. âWhy did you tell him to go?â
âHeâs bad,â she answered, shrugging and pulling a face. âHeâs a bad man. Remember this car and this face. Do not go with him â ever .â And the warning I could hear in her voice made me afraid in case I didnât recognise him if he came again.
Some of the men who stopped their cars beside us drove off when I told them the price, and then â eventually, inevitably â one of them said he wanted full sex. I hesitated, but when I looked at Cara she just nodded irritably. So I walked round to the passenger door and got into the car.
As the man drove down the road, following my directions, all I could think was, This is it. Oh my God. This isnât pretend. Iâm not Jenna, Iâm Sophie, and this is really happening to me. I turned to look out of the window beside me, hiding my tears while I prayed that something would happen so that I didnât have to go through with it. I knew, though, that I mustnât let him see my fear or realise I didnât know what I was doing and, with the voice in my head still repeating the words You have to get a grip on yourself , I wiped my hand across my face just as he asked me my name.
When he stopped the car and I couldnât push my seat back, so that he had to do it for me, I almost gave in to the panic that was building up like a tidal wave inside me. Somehow, though, I managed to detach myself just enough to be able to shut my mind to what I was doing â until he tried to touch me. I could pretend â almost â that I couldnât feel the weight of his body as he lay on top of me, pushingme down on to the seat and crushing my thighs painfully with his knees. And I could turn my head away so that the acrid smell of his breath didnât make me gag. But I knew I wouldnât be able to bear it if he touched me. I hated the thought of anyone putting their hands on my body and I could see he was startled when I almost shouted at him, âItâs not allowed. You canât do that.â
Afterwards, I gave him the tissues and lay there for a moment, thinking, This is what I am now. This is what Iâm going to have to do. I canât get away from it. I canât escape. Where would I go? Who could I tell? I felt almost sullen, like a petulant child whoâd been made to do something she didnât want to do, although without any simple, child-like sense of resentment or injustice. Instead, I was completely numb â both mentally and physically â and I was barely aware of what I was doing as I pulled up my pants and straightened my clothes. Then, as the stranger Iâd had sex with drove me back to the place where, just a few minutes earlier, heâd picked me up, I stared miserably out of the window of his car and saw nothing but darkness.
From 8 oâclock in the evening until 5 the next morning, I was almost literally going round in circles: waiting with Cara at the side of the road, being picked up by someone and driven to âmy spotâ, then back again to the pick-up point, where Iâd start the whole process all over again. And, gradually, as the minutes and then the hours ticked by, my mind shut down and the numbness almost obliterated the fear and revulsion.
By the time Cara
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