The police raided the house yesterday. Erik was arrested and we were rescued. I write this from my own bedroom. I’m home! I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I’m haunted by memories of the past months and keep thinking that I’m being watched. I think I might be slightly mad.
I’m going to have therapy, although I’m sure I don’t need it. Mum has said that I can’t go back to school. I’m going to have a tutor, and Kate will have lessons with me. That’ll be nice. I need her company.
I know from lessons and assemblies at school that I was trafficked. It’s ruined my life. Next month, Kate and I might be speaking at a conference about it. I don’t think I’ll ever quite recover after everything that’s happened.