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Amy was ready with her apology when she arrived home from work, and as soon as she saw her father, tears welled in her eyes. ‘Dad, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I was wrong, and I’m sorry.’

He looked at her for a moment and Amy held her breath, but then his arms opened. As she walked into them he said, ‘You were worried about your mum, and it’s understandable. I shouldn’t have lost my temper and I’m sorry too.’

‘Well you can stop worrying,’ Phyllis said from the kitchen doorway. ‘I went to see the doctor today and there’s nothing much wrong with me. He said I’m tired because I’m anaemic, that’s all. The pills he prescribed will soon sort me out.’

Amy smiled, happy that her dad had forgiven her, and happier still to hear that her mum was going to be all right. She looked at her now and puzzled, said, ‘I can’t believe the pills have worked that quickly, but you look so much better already.’

‘Yeah, well, I haven’t got Winnie to look after so I had a little nap this afternoon and it made all the difference. Now dinner’s ready, so change your clothes and I’ll

dish up.’

Amy ran up to her room. She had been fretting all day, but Carol was right, she’d soon been forgiven for her outburst. She hoped her friend would enjoy her date that evening, especially as she’d had to listen to her going on and on all week about Roy taking her out to dinner, along with the fact that he had a car.

It might be nice to have a boyfriend with a car,

Amy thought, but it didn’t matter to her that Tommy didn’t have one. She’d be seeing him later and once changed, she ran back downstairs, smiling happily at the thought.

Carol had previously told her mum that she didn’t want any dinner and after calling a quick hello, she went upstairs to get ready. She was meeting Roy at eight and wanted to make sure she looked perfect.

It was seven thirty before Carol was satisfied with her appearance, leaving her only half an hour to get to Arding & Hobbs. She hurried downstairs and into the living room, saying, ‘I’m off. See you later.’

‘Hold on, my girl,’ her dad called. ‘Your mum told me you’re going out to dinner with some bloke, but I want to know a bit more than that. Who is he? Is he a local, and where is he taking you?’

‘Dad, if I don’t leave now I’ll be late.’

‘You’re going nowhere until you answer my questions.’

Carol could have screamed with frustration, but she knew she’d never get out of the door until she appeased her dad. ‘His name is Roy, he’s a shop fitter, doing up a place across the road from where I work. I’m not sure what restaurant he’s taking me to, but I promise I won’t be late home. Please, Dad, can I go now?’

He pursed his lips, but at last said, ‘Yeah, I suppose so.’

‘Thanks, Dad. Bye, Mum,’ Carol said and grabbing her coat she dashed out, unable to run in heels as she hurried up the Rise and onto Lavender Hill. Thankfully she saw a bus coming and just managed to hop onto it, flopping down on the nearest seat to catch her breath. It was only a couple of stops to Clapham Junction, but it gave her enough time to compose herself. She got off, and was soon approaching the department store, disappointed to find that Roy wasn’t there yet.

Carol hated standing around, but within minutes she heard a car horn and as he drew into the kerb, Roy leaned over to open the door, saying, ‘Hop in.’

Carol was impressed. It was a big, black car, a saloon, though she had no idea what make it was. ‘Hello,’ she said, climbing in.

‘You look nice,’ he said.

‘Thanks,’ she replied, liking the compliment as they drove off, especially as he had yet to see her dress.

‘Carol, I’m afraid I’ve come out without my wallet.’

‘Oh,’ was all she managed, hoping that Roy didn’t expect her to pay for dinner.

‘Not to worry. I’ve booked a table for eight thirty and as the restaurant isn’t far from where I live it’ll give me plenty of time to pop in and get it.’

‘That’s good,’ she said, relaxing now and enjoying the drive. She glanced at Roy, thinking that he looked nice too in a dark blue suit and tie. They continued to chat easily, finding that they shared the same taste in music, and Carol hardly took note of the journey as she continued to glance at Roy, thinking that he was a real catch.

It was some time later when Roy turned into a side street in Tooting and pulled up outside a terraced house. ‘I’ll just get my wallet,’ he said. ‘It won’t take long, but you’re welcome to come in for a minute. I could do with a woman’s view on my new decor.’

Curious to see his flat, and flattered that he wanted her opinion, Carol said, ‘Yes, all right.’

As soon as Roy opened the door, she could see that the house had been divided into two flats, and she followed him upstairs. He used a Yale key to open a door at the top of the stairs, and she saw a tiny hall before they went into a room that wasn’t a bad size, though part of it was screened off to serve as a kitchenette. The decor in her opinion was awful, in various shades of brown, the carpet old and feeling sticky beneath her feet. Not only that, there was a stale smell of tobacco, mingled with cooking fat.

‘Well, what do you think?’ Roy asked.

‘Err … err …’ Carol hesitated.

‘It’s all right, I can see by your face what you think,’ he said, chuckling, ‘but I haven’t done anything with this room yet. My wallet’s next door so come and see that.’

He led her back to the tiny landing, and flinging open another door, she stepped inside to find herself in a bedroom. She barely had time to notice the equally bad decor before Roy pulled her into his arms. For a moment Carol froze, but then feeling a frisson of fear she tried to push him away. ‘Stop it, Roy.’

‘Come on,’ he husked, tightening his hold, ‘don’t bother playing hard to get. As soon as you agreed to come in, we both knew what was going to happen.’

‘No, no,’ she protested. ‘I just came to look at your flat.’

‘It isn’t mine, but as my mate was good enough to leave it clear for us, we might as well make the most of it.’

As Roy tried to kiss her, Carol turned her head away, struggling against his arms. ‘Let go of me!’

Powerless against his strength, Carol found herself thrown on the bed with Roy holding both her wrists above her head with one hand, while he frenziedly used the other to lift up her clothes. She tried to fight him off, kicked out with her legs, but he pinned her down. What happened next made Carol cry out in pain and distress, but Roy ignored her frantic cries for him to stop.

When at last it was over, Carol was left sobbing,

while Roy looked at her dispassionately and said, ‘Act your age, you daft mare. I don’t know what all this fuss is about.’

Anger rose then to almost choke her, her voice a croak as she said, ‘You’re not getting away with this. I … I’m going to tell the police that you raped me.’

Roy’s eyes narrowed, but then his smile was mocking. ‘Go on then, but when I tell them my version of the story, who do you think they’ll believe?’

‘What … what do you mean?’

‘Think about it. You’re twenty-three, an adult, and they’re not going to see you as an innocent when only half an hour after meeting me you willingly came up to this flat, knowing we’d be alone. Any bloke would take that as a signal and yours was loud and clear.’

‘But I wasn’t giving you a signal and I’m only seventeen.’

‘What! That means you’re underage,’ Roy yelled, his face suffused with anger. ‘You lied to me and if you don’t keep your mouth shut I could end up inside.’

‘You shouldn’t ha … have done it. I said no, tried to fight you off, but you wouldn’t stop.’

Roy looked agitated now and rubbed a hand around his chin before saying, ‘I just thought you fought a bit because you like it rough. After all, I’ve known other women who do. If you drop me in it I’ll make sure a mate of mine on your local paper gets to hear about it. I’ll tell him that seventeen or not you’re a tart, and when I wouldn’t pay for it, you got your own back by accusing me of rape. I bet your parents would love to see that splashed across the newspaper.’

Carol felt bile rising in her throat, utterly humiliated as she scrambled off the bed, wanting only to get away from Roy. She still had her coat on, and as she straightened herself out, Carol felt soiled and sullied with shame.

Her shoes had come off in the struggle, and shoving her feet into them she hurried from the room, her mind and emotions in turmoil.

Roy did nothing to prevent Carol from leaving. He couldn’t believe that he’d got it so wrong. When she’d agreed to come up to the flat, knowing she’d be alone with him, he’d taken it as read that she was as keen for sex as he was.

Of course there’d been a bit of a struggle, but he’d

seen that as part of the game. It had come as a shock to find that Carol was a virgin, but of course by then he’d been too far gone to stop. He groaned, still unable to believe that he’d misread the signals. Carol didn’t look seventeen, nor had she acted like a virgin, with all the flirting and flaunting she’d done to attract his attention in the first place.

Roy hoped that the act he’d put on, the confidence he’d displayed that the police wouldn’t believe her, along with the threat of being splashed across the local paper would be enough to stop Carol from reporting him for rape. If she still did, Roy thought, at least she had no idea where he lived, or his surname. That bit of hope was soon quashed when Roy realised that Carol knew where he worked, and though the job was finished, he could still be traced through his firm.

At last he left the flat, desolate, knowing that his only chance was that he’d said enough to stop Carol from going to the police. It wouldn’t be long before he found out one way or the other, and in the meantime he would have to put on a front, act like he didn’t have a worry in the world.

It was half an hour later when Roy pulled up outside his small, terraced house. He got out of the car and went inside, fixing a smile on his face as he said to his wife, ‘Hello, darling.’

She rose to waddle towards him, heavily into the pregnancy, but still so beautiful that she took his breath away. Her ankles were badly swollen due to high blood pressure and she’d been advised to take it easy. Roy dreaded to think what would happen if it all came out; the hurt and stress it would cause.

Worse, it would probably mean the end of his marriage. Roy cursed his weakness for illicit sex, and vowed that it would never happen again as he gently took his wife into his arms.

Though Roy didn’t know it, he had no need to worry. In turmoil, Carol had eventually found the main road and a bus that would take her to Clapham Junction. She was now walking along Lavender Hill, her head bowed in shame.

Close to the top of the hill she would have to pass the police station, and a part of her inwardly screamed out in her need to make Roy pay for what he had done. Yet upon reaching it, Carol didn’t pause to go inside. It wasn’t just that the police might not believe her – worse was her fear of Roy’s threat if she accused him of rape, the lies he would tell his friend on the local newspaper.

She’d be branded a tart and imagining her parents’ reaction, Carol trembled with fear and shame. They must never find out! Never!

It wasn’t yet ten o’clock when she turned the corner onto Lark Rise and she fought to compose herself. She had to pretend that nothing was wrong, and as Carol arrived home, she somehow managed to hold herself together.

‘Hello, you’re early,’ her father said.

‘Yeah, I know. The bloke I went out with was a bit boring so I made an excuse to leave,’ she lied. ‘Where’s Mum?’

‘She’s round your gran’s again. Since the day your gran got a television I reckon your mum got hooked on it. She’s always going on about some programme she likes to watch a few nights a week, but I’m no mug and I know what she’s up to.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘She thinks that I’ll get fed up with her going to your gran’s and I’ll buy our own television. It’s working, I’m saving up, but it’ll be a month or two before I’ve got enough,’ he said, glancing at the clock. ‘She should be home soon, but keep it to yourself. I want the new television to be a surprise.’

‘All right. I’m a bit tired so I think I’ll have an early night. Tell Mum I said goodnight.’

‘Will do,’ he said. ‘’Night, love.’

Carol hurried upstairs. She had got away with it, yet she still felt filthy, sullied and going into their tiny bathroom she washed herself over and over again.

At last Carol went to bed, but found sleep was impossible as behind closed lids she couldn’t stop the scene from replaying in her mind. She felt Roy’s hands on her again, the fear, the shock and the pain. She hated Roy, loathed him, but along with that came feelings of self-disgust, shame, her mind tortured until at last, Carol fell asleep.