I wake up hearing the door unlock, I watch as it goes to open but the bolt stops it.
“Princess, it’s me.” I relax after hearing my dad I walk over and unbolt the door. He walks in and sits down.
“The guy last night, what was he wearing?” He looks at me.
“Jeans, I think, and a black hoodie.” That’s what Joel was wearing. It's better I say the truth than lie and forget what I said. “Did he look like this?” My dad shows me a picture, and I freeze. That’s Joel. Sure, you can’t see his face, but it’s Joel. I know it is.
“Why Daddy?”
“Because that’s the man who raped the woman. CCTV showed him following her around but none showed his face, did you see his face?” I shake my head, so it was Joel. I feel slightly happy that I can tell the police, but then what? What if it wasn’t him, and it ju
