Omar hadn’t just been arrested for what he did to me. Sickeningly, he was also being questioned for rape.
I was horrified, disgusted, to hear that he’d preyed on other girls, who’d probably been vulnerable like me.
Suddenly, it dawned on me.
I’d been one of the lucky ones. If I hadn’t fought him off, he could have done the same to me.
Just five more minutes, just one more line…
I felt so guilty. If I’d reported it, maybe I could’ve saved the others.
I was still struggling with what had happened, suffering flashbacks, night terrors, and slept with a light on.
When I closed my eyes, I saw Omar coming for me, pinning me down.
I was offered counselling, prescribed antidepressants, and slowly started to open up about…
