When Caroline Roberts accepted a job at 25 Cromwell Street, the infamous address of Fred and Rose West, she was only 16. Realising that there was something very malevolent about the couple, she left their employment soon after, glad to be rid of them. The story should have ended there. A month later she was abducted by the Wests and suffered violent sexual abuse at their hands before being told that she would be killed and buried. Through a combination of sheer luck and quick thinking, despite the trauma of what had happened, Caroline managed to escape to freedom.
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Caroline Roberts. The One That Got Away - My Life Living with Fred and Rose West
CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
TWO FACED
WEARING ‘MY HAPPY FACE’
THE CURSE OF BEING ATTRACTIVE
JAILBAIT
25 CROMWELL STREET
THE BETRAYAL
THE ACCUSED
THE JINX
CARNIVAL QUEEN
TEASE
A NEW LIFE
ROCK ‘N’ ROLL
MY LOVEABLE ROGUE
‘MARJORIE PROOPS’ AND ‘CLAIRE RAYNER’
A TRAUMATIC FLASHBACK
AMONGST THE MADDING CROWD. 1992
1993
1994
RETURN OF THE WESTS
MEDIA FRENZY
SPOKEN WORDS COULD NOT SAY
‘I WAS FRED WEST’S SEX SLAVE’
1995
WAGGING TONGUES HAVE EMPTY HEADS
DEATH OF A MATRIARCH
LIFE GOES ON
THE TRIAL
LIVING VICTIMS
THE VERDICT
AFTERSHOCK
THE DUCHESS OF YORK
EPISTEMOLOGICAL MESSAGES
LESSONS LEARNED
EPILOGUE
Copyright
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For my daughter Kelly for giving me the will to live.
Dedication
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One night, a tall, buxom blonde girl named Dee came to the house and, as I opened the door to her, she started shouting and swearing at me, accusing me of stealing her babysitting job. Fred came to the door and led her into their bedroom, trying to calm her down, and Rose followed. After ten minutes, all three of them came into the living room and Dee apologised to me.
Rose made a cup of tea and they sat around laughing and joking with Dee, who obviously knew them well. Dee asked me if I would like to go out with her that night to the Jamaican Club. Her boyfriend was in a reggae band and they were rehearsing there. At first I wasn’t sure I wanted to go. I was wary of black men – the only ones I had spoken to were the two that regularly visited the house once or twice a week and, even then, I hardly spoke to them. One of the visiting black men was old and went off somewhere with Rose as soon as he arrived. The other of the two was young and always had a silly grin on his face, but seemed quite nice. His name was Roy and I used to make him a cup of tea while he waited to see Rose, whom I innocently believed was a masseuse at that time. They were both friends of Fred’s so I never suspected that they were having affairs with Rose in her home, with her husband around.
