“I don’t believe this,” Amanda says over and over again. “I just don’t believe this is happening. This is a nightmare.”
“I know.” I give a little shiver. “It’s a total nightmare.”
“What did your mom say when you told her?”
“I … haven’t exactly told her,” I admit.
Amanda grabs my shoulders and swings me round to face her.
“You haven’t TOLD her? Latoya, you have to tell her. That man could have raped you.”
I feel tears welling up in my eyes, but manage to blink them away.
“I tried to tell her the next morning while he was out. But she… she didn’t believe me. I started telling her about how he walked into my room while I was changing and how you and I thought he’d been outside my window that time we were trying on clothes. And she just… she just lost it with me.”
“You mean she blamed YOU?”
“Yes. She said I’m getting older now and must realise I can’t walk around the house in skimpy clothes any more. And then she just started shouting at me. Like it’s my fault he did anything to me. I tried to tell her that he came into my room last night, but she didn’t want to hear it. It was almost like…” I stop for a moment and swallow hard. “It was almost like she was jealous of me or something.”
“That is so weird.”
Amanda and I stare at each in frustration. Then we both jump as a voice speaks behind us.
“What’s weird is that neither of you told me anything about this.” Jayden steps out from behind the pillar next to us. “When were you planning to tell me that you’re in danger, Latoya? How can we ever have a relationship if you won’t trust me?”
WHAT DO YOU THINK: If a girl dresses in mini-skirts and skimpy tops does she only have herself to blame when a guy misinterprets this? Or should girls be able to wear whatever they like?