Becky: Come on your scaring me now.

Andrea didn't say anything, she was nealing against the kitchen bench her arms crossed and she had started chewing her fingers nails, something she hadn't don't since she was seven years old.

Andrea: All right, yes you are right something happened, last night.

Becky: What?

Andrea stopped biting her nails and looked at the floor.

Andrea: Last night me and Neil were supposed to meet up at the car park, on Tallow Street, but he never turned up, some lame excuse about having to work late again. I didn't have my car with me yesterday because it was in the garage getting some stuff done to it I don't now, so I walked home instead.

Becky didn't say anything, now that she had got Andrea talking she thought it best to let her continue.

Andrea: I was going to meet Yvonne and the others at the pub, but I was so pissed of with Neil that I didn't, and I decided to go home.

She let out a sight of half laughter.

Andrea: It's my own fault, I should have kept to the high street if i had then maybes', I could have done something or someone would have seen something.

Becky: Andrea what are you talking about?

Andrea: I felt them, behind me.

Becky felt sick in the stomach, she had a feeling she new where this was going, she just hoped to god she was wrong.

Andrea: They grabbed my arm and they put they put a hand around my mouth, I tried to scream but I couldn't, I panicked my whole body just froze. I remember being pushed down the street and then down some alley.

Becky: Andy, what are you saying?

Andrea looked at her but didn't say anything. They started at each other and Becky understood.

Becky: Oh god.

Andrea looked away as Becky came and stood next to her.

Becky: Wha – why didn't you call me.

Andrea: I couldn't, I just wanted it to all be a bad dream, I could wake up.

Becky: Are you going to report it?

Andrea: I went to the refuge and kept the cloths I was wearing, but.

She stopped. Becky glanced at the white bag.

Becky: You can't let him get away -

Andrea: Who says I'm going to let them, I just don't now if I can report it, if I did then then I would have to tell, the story over again. Everyone would now, Yvonne, Honey, Chris even Neil.

Becky: Yeah but you can't -

Andrea: Don't tell me what I can and can't do!

She started passing up and down again

Becky: OK I'm sorry, listen do you want me to stay tonight? You shouldn't be on your own.

Andrea: OK, but on one condition.

She turned to look at her.

Andrea: We change the subject.

She gives her a very weak smile.

Becky: OK.