I walked out of the Police station again and this overwhelming sense of safety and happiness washed over me. It was like for the first time in what felt like forever I wasn't looking over my shoulder, I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t worried, I wasn’t constantly wondering… where is he?
Brent was dead... And I was happy.
Mike was sat there waiting for me, as soon as I saw him, I ran over to him, He caught me and wrapped me in the tightest hug.
‘I’m free’. I whispered to him.
When I was ready, I let go of him and stepped back. I couldn’t help but have a permanent smile. Should I feel bad being so happy over the fact someone is dead?
What was I thinking?! f**k no!
He raped me! He probably wouldn’t have killed me if Mike and his dog hadn’t found me and stopped him.
‘What happened to him?’ I s
